<?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-6942105930810633917</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:34:31.508+08:00</updated><category term='BSB'/><category term='high school'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Wish List'/><category term='article'/><category term='ebooks'/><category term='photos'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='random facts'/><category term='lamyerda'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>AOS Portal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>intin</name><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>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-127463581311707520</id><published>2011-11-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:56:01.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Have I Been Really In Love?</title><content type='html'>It's the question that I asked myself during a conversation over dinner with bestie and her fiance. We just came from her gown designer and decided to stop by for dinner at Aristocrat in Jupiter, Makati. With the rain pouring on the streets, we took time to catch up with the current events. So we ended up talking about the Twilight Series and I mused about how cheesy the stories were and I couldn't believe that the young people like it very much. I mean, who would be willing to die or give up something for someone you love? The couple looked at me and gave a sounding yes! And I stared at them for a while and shook my head. I told them, I can't believe that they are willing to do that. I mean, I think I have fallen for a guy in some point in my life but I am not yet willing to give up myself or anything for that man. And then I asked, so does that mean, I haven't been really in love yet? It was really frustrating! Here I am, close to 30s, willing and ready for a steady commitment and it was sad to think that I still haven't had that warm feeling of loving a man, and yeah, sadly, being loved in return. Then and there, at the corner table of that restaurant, I felt alone. I think that I have so much to give and now, I don't know how, I don't know to whom. It is very frustrating. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-127463581311707520?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/127463581311707520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-i-been-really-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/127463581311707520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/127463581311707520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-i-been-really-in-love.html' title='Have I Been Really In Love?'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-8823390045268048548</id><published>2011-09-08T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:50:54.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was in Seattle's Best Coffee in MoA with my friend Tesh. I was going through some emotional state lately and in a spur-of-a-moment thing, I told her, my life is like a lone person in a cafe: Watching people pass by and the world go by and waiting for a guy to come up to me but at the end of the day, none really came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. That's just how I feel right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8823390045268048548?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8823390045268048548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8823390045268048548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8823390045268048548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-4593368261175758477</id><published>2011-08-29T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:48:09.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Dilemma of Writing a Love Story...</title><content type='html'>... is when a person have not experienced it yet. Or should that be a requirement? I kept asking myself that. I love writing. I have so many romantic notions in mind that I put into writing. I can say that I'm a hopeless romantic and I love the idea of love. I cry at weddings, too. But is it needed to be experienced it just to effective in writing a beautiful love story that will be appreciated by my readers? Maybe, maybe not. There are times that I receive feedbacks from my readers who tell me how much they loved the stories that I have written. It was always a wonder to me. I haven't fallen in love yet, in the kind that I wrote in my stories, and then there are people who appreciate what I wrote. I still believe that having experienced it firsthand will make me more effective in putting down the words of love between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, I haven't had that feeling yet ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4593368261175758477?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4593368261175758477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/08/dilemma-of-writing-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4593368261175758477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4593368261175758477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/08/dilemma-of-writing-love-story.html' title='The Dilemma of Writing a Love Story...'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-3649299841099201825</id><published>2011-08-01T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:53:16.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Story of Captain America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RYMTOk9L5A/TjYFQd91NZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Mbwwa3kcvME/s1600/tumblr_lnvwniDmhS1qjywzto1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RYMTOk9L5A/TjYFQd91NZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Mbwwa3kcvME/s320/tumblr_lnvwniDmhS1qjywzto1_400.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the new movie Captain America: The First Avenger twice in cinemas last weekend and I still can't get enough of it. No, it's not about the captain's abs and manboobs (that probably got most of the female population drooling) although I must say that he's quite a looker. The movie is entertaining and engaging and interesting. It makes me love the guy more, because he's a good man, in and out. It is also a sad movie, at least for me. I am not going to tell about what the story is all about because it's either you have already seen it or you haven't yet and I don't want to give a spoiler. After the movie, Marvel Studios gave a treat to the moviegoers about the forthcoming movie, The Avengers, which is due to be shown on May 2012. I am looking forward to watching this as the stars of various Marvel movie franchise will converge in one supermovie and I hope that it will not disappoint the fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9erg4gf3V0/TjYGJ30DlDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/icsZ9YkuzKg/s1600/tumblr_lp4a4tZ9NE1qmm1mqo1_500.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9erg4gf3V0/TjYGJ30DlDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/icsZ9YkuzKg/s1600/tumblr_lp4a4tZ9NE1qmm1mqo1_500.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhagZpMkf_0/TjYFTnZMWXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/riq3SdmxPdw/s1600/tumblr_lp2vzn205o1qjxkzbo1_500.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhagZpMkf_0/TjYFTnZMWXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/riq3SdmxPdw/s320/tumblr_lp2vzn205o1qjxkzbo1_500.png" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3649299841099201825?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3649299841099201825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/08/story-of-captain-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3649299841099201825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3649299841099201825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/08/story-of-captain-america.html' title='The Story of Captain America'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-_RYMTOk9L5A/TjYFQd91NZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Mbwwa3kcvME/s72-c/tumblr_lnvwniDmhS1qjywzto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8832582917341536246</id><published>2011-07-28T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:44:10.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Substitute Bride (excerpt)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-888PURodbhw/TjEShAZE0OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pSMhdW2U6lM/s1600/switch2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-888PURodbhw/TjEShAZE0OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pSMhdW2U6lM/s320/switch2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan quickly rushed towards his office. His army of staff followed behind. When he reached the grand room that housed his place of work, including an elaborate piece of art from a friend, he saw Lady Xenia. His heart beats fast. She is always a goddess of beauty, an epitome of simplicity and serenity. But he also knows that beneath that is also a feisty woman who never failed to give him amusement. He almost smirked at the thought of his encounters with Victoria's elder sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan glanced at his staff. "Leave us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They curtsied to both nobles inside the room and quietly went out. At last, they are alone. He looked back at Xenia. She is wearing her hair down and she is dressed in a fitting royal blue dress. It doesn't suit her, he thought. He thinks that she will look perfectly better in a sundress with her long brown hair cascading beautifully down her back. She will look more relaxed, less intimidating. But there are dress codes when facing royalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What brings you here, Lady Xenia?" He politely asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came here to bring you a message, Your Royal Highness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brief statement stopped him from thinking. Her voice captivated him so much and he wondered how could it take so much effect on him. "What message?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is from my sister." Xenia walked to him. Until she reached him and their brief distance was established, their look remained to each other. She presented him a white envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this?" He began to open it to read the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is Victoria's letter to me, a farewell letter." She said. His eyes were glued to Victoria's message that says 'I want to go after the one that I love'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenia continued. "I want you to understand her reasons for leaving. She is not going back, at least, not anytime soon. She is not going to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last words made him pause. He drew a deep breath and looked at Xenia. "Your sister is betrothed to me. She had her word that she will marry me. Didn't she know that your family's honor is at stake here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you don't understand. You don't have any idea what this is all about." He interrupted her. "For all I know, you convinced her to pursue whatever her plans were prior to leaving me. You don't care about your family." He heard her gasped at that. He braced himself as he watched her face turns to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you say that? You don't even know me. You do not have the right to tell me that!" Xenia's voice rose, forgetting who was in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan frowned. The woman has the nerve to speak to him like that. "Really? Where were you when your family went into financial turmoil? Where were you when your sister almost had an accident? Where were you when we offered help? You were somewhere else, digging up soil and whatnots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am an archaeologist. It's my job. I don't have to explain to you what I went through. You don't have the right to tell me what I should have done." She retorted. "Your Royal Highness!" She quickly added when she remembered his position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan watched as she tried to remain composure. He provoked her anger although he should be the one angry about the situation. However, Xenia has an unusual aura that makes him forgive and forget what Victoria has done to humiliate him and his family. He stared at her. His jaws clenched at the thought of that. Nobody does that to the royal family. The king is not going to take the news lightly. "Where is Victoria?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenia saw him putting the letter back to its envelope. "Aren't you going to read the letter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have to read the letter. This is yours," he returned the letter to her. "Where is she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's somewhere here in Europe. She didn't tell me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan went around his table and took something from his drawer. It's the velvet box that has the engagement ring on it. It was his mother's and he planned to give it to Victoria. Obviously, that is not going to happen now. The supposed bride ran away before they could announce to the world their engagement. Somehow, that is a consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do?" He heard her asked. They looked at each other for a while. Xenia looked worried. She is the typical firstborn who would support and cover up for anything that her little sister have done. She looked like the one who always wanted to take part in  the family's affairs. She is also an epitome of a strong woman who does not rely on anyone but herself and it somehow made him admire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need a wife, soon. I can't break this to the king and to my mother who has a weak heart. You should be aware how Victoria's actions will complicate matters in the royal household." He walked back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then find somebody else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I, when you are here and your family had to salve my pride and dignity. Everybody knows that Victoria and I were together for years and now, when I'm about to make it official, she's having cold feet? You're underestimating me, Xenia. I'm not letting you go away with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenia's eyes flared. "I knew since then that you won't be any good for my sister. Knowing that now, I'm just glad that she's not going to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan showed his mother's ring to her. "I don't care what you think. You will just have to marry me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like hell!" She stepped back in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, like hell I would." Ethan countered. "You don't mess up with me. Besides, your family owed us. How can you not respect the king?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I respect His Majesty, but I won't submit myself to this farce. I don't want, and am not going, to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan smirked. "We'll see." He turns back to his table. He heard the door opened and closed. Xenia left without properly being dismissed. In other situations, he would not permit that, but Xenia is different. He drew a deep breath. What is he going to do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8832582917341536246?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8832582917341536246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/07/substitute-bride-excerpt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8832582917341536246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8832582917341536246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/07/substitute-bride-excerpt.html' title='Substitute Bride (excerpt)'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-888PURodbhw/TjEShAZE0OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pSMhdW2U6lM/s72-c/switch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8825657563425144726</id><published>2011-07-20T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:50:54.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Captain America clip</title><content type='html'>Imagine how the serum also acts as tanning lotion and a hair stylist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="324" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.html#vid=25942113" width="556"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8825657563425144726?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8825657563425144726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/07/captain-america-clip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8825657563425144726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8825657563425144726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/07/captain-america-clip.html' title='Captain America clip'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-625436177537198571</id><published>2011-07-05T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:12:33.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Got Promoted.</title><content type='html'>I just want to share that I'm happy that I got promoted in my job and I look forward to working with my colleagues, packed with more challenges. Although I was hoping for a higher raise, I think that this is enough for now. As I've said four years back when I went back to this job, I am going to do my best because this is what I love to do. I am not going to waste another few years of my life looking for a better one when this one is enough for me. I learned from my experiences ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ji8374ZoZw8/TjYLa-sox_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cygIBwmRvRY/s1600/IMG_0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ji8374ZoZw8/TjYLa-sox_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cygIBwmRvRY/s200/IMG_0150.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-625436177537198571?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/625436177537198571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/07/got-promoted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/625436177537198571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/625436177537198571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/07/got-promoted.html' title='Got Promoted.'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-ji8374ZoZw8/TjYLa-sox_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cygIBwmRvRY/s72-c/IMG_0150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-6964208441224027701</id><published>2011-06-10T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:37:16.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Isang Malaking Production Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gusto ko din ng ganitong proposal. Wala akong pakialam sa kaartehang production number. Basta alam at kita ng lahat kung gaano ako kamahal ng loveyduds ko, yun lang ang importante :) (Pero di ako sigurado sa biglaang wedding... hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XJDNos_CrXg" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-6964208441224027701?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/6964208441224027701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/isang-malaking-production-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6964208441224027701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6964208441224027701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/isang-malaking-production-number.html' title='Isang Malaking Production Number'/><author><name>intin</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/XJDNos_CrXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8050611169443804049</id><published>2011-06-09T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:15:48.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Kristin (excerpt)</title><content type='html'>Kevin woke up from the sound of ringing of his phone. Still eyes closed, he reached out for his wife beside him. When he didn't feel her, he opened his eyes. Kristin is not in the bedroom. He sat up. He saw a note on the bedside table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm preparing breakfast. Don't ask me how. It's a surprise. I love you. Kris&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting it aside, he gets out of the bed and went to the living room area. The phone rang continuously. He answered it as he walked towards the balcony. "How is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lCBnpe5zQw/TfB90_bC7NI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qDc7-Jm-ZXY/s1600/223488_107780272641764_100002293749081_83927_2784738_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lCBnpe5zQw/TfB90_bC7NI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qDc7-Jm-ZXY/s320/223488_107780272641764_100002293749081_83927_2784738_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hugh will try to do everything to make your marriage void." His lawyer, Atty. Tanner McAvoy, replied on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will never happen. Even more, when the marriage has been consummated already." Kevin laughed. "What else did you tell him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will be easy for us to gain control on Kristin's financial obligations. He is going to have a problem with that since despite his rocky relationship with his daughter, he was still able to receive a part of the profits earned by the duchy. I told him the situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. Make sure you'll have him in jail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird. Most clients with certain vendetta would want the other dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm different. I want him to suffer." Kevin replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After this, what will happen to your marriage? You made sure that no one would intercept. You will stay married to the daughter of your father's killer?" Tanner asks him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can handle Kristin. I will take advantage of her obsession plus the benefits of being married to her. It's nothing personal. I only want revenge for her father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if she finds out and insists that you divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care. If she did, she will lose. We didn't sign a prenup. She's richer than me so basically, I will have a part of what she have. I'm sure she, or even her relatives, would not want that." Kevin chuckled. "That's very brilliant, don't you think, Tanner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so. I'm just warning you. Don't fall for her. It would only be hard to let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, why do you think I would fall for someone like her? She caused Sandra's death. She died of jealousy because Kristin would follow me everywhere even though I already told her that I don't like her, and I don't want her following me around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I know that deep within that angry heart of yours is a good person, Kevin. You don't want this to happen," Tanner said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's jaw clenched. No, he didn't want others to tell him that, especially when it seemed to be half of the truth. "I have to go. Call me when he's in jail." He ended the call. When he turned, he saw Kristin standing by the door. "How long have you been there?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8050611169443804049?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8050611169443804049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/kristin-excerpt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8050611169443804049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8050611169443804049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/kristin-excerpt.html' title='Kristin (excerpt)'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-3lCBnpe5zQw/TfB90_bC7NI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qDc7-Jm-ZXY/s72-c/223488_107780272641764_100002293749081_83927_2784738_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1536304020026240868</id><published>2011-06-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:05:25.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Caught in the Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSJ15j1e9-Q/TfBig4tjLCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/X22j0eJuEdw/s1600/Mid-Shots-Video-Interview.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSJ15j1e9-Q/TfBig4tjLCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/X22j0eJuEdw/s1600/Mid-Shots-Video-Interview.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moment when AJ McLean was talking to me before the interview in Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1536304020026240868?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1536304020026240868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/caught-in-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1536304020026240868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1536304020026240868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/caught-in-act.html' title='Caught in the Act'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-KSJ15j1e9-Q/TfBig4tjLCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/X22j0eJuEdw/s72-c/Mid-Shots-Video-Interview.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8502725720968180362</id><published>2011-06-09T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:29:02.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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(People are already going home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (approaching guy who would be obviously with his cousins. He also  happens to be my partner at the wedding entourage) Excuse me, May I  speak with you for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;Si Crush (SC): Oh, yes. Sure. (walked with me towards a corner) What about?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, you see, I'm about to leave. But I won't let this night end without telling you how I feel. I like you, since last year when we first met. You told me that I was pre-empting (the couple's) decision to take you as one of the abays. Actually, I'm not. I just don't know why I did that. Maybe, a conversation-starter *shrugs* But it was your aunt who gave me the clearer picture.&lt;br /&gt;SC: Tita R?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. She told me that I like you. And we look good together.&lt;br /&gt;-- silence --&lt;br /&gt;Me: I actually agreed with her.  I like you and I want to know you more. So... (steps closely to him) I'm going to be preemptive again. And after this night, you are going to think about what I said. One of these days, you are going to contact (the newlyweds) and ask for my number. You are going to ask me out and we will go on a food trip. I heard you love to eat and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;SC: Why don't you give your number to me now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're not asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;SC: You could have given me instead.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'd rather let you do the job of asking. I've opened up myself enough. I won't do anything more than let you know what I feel. The ball's in your court. If you don't like me, or don't want to have anything to do with me, fine. I'm happy enough that you know that I like you. *touches his cheeks and pinched it lightly* So, see you soon? (and then I walk away)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-2702481466028761683?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/2702481466028761683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2702481466028761683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2702481466028761683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversation.html' title='The Conversation'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-7216854964647321032</id><published>2011-06-07T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:21:05.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Fact 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://axianbeauty.tumblr.com/photo/1280/6269094040/1/tumblr_lmeblz62BV1qah4k6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Random Fact #9I can NEVER UNDERSTAND basketball. Most of the time, I will just pretend  to be interested. I’d rather climb a mountain than to worry what a  free-throw or an alley hoop means. But that doesn’t mean that basketball athletes are not attractive … hehehehe" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmeblz62BV1qah4k6o1_500.jpg" title="Random Fact #9I can NEVER UNDERSTAND basketball. Most of the time, I will just pretend  to be interested. I’d rather climb a mountain than to worry what a  free-throw or an alley hoop means. But that doesn’t mean that basketball athletes are not attractive … hehehehe" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photoWrapper"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can NEVER UNDERSTAND basketball. Most of the time, I will just pretend  to be interested. I'd rather climb a mountain than to worry what a  free-throw or an alley hoop means. But that doesn't mean that basketball athletes are not attractive for me ... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7216854964647321032?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7216854964647321032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-fact-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7216854964647321032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7216854964647321032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-fact-9.html' title='Random Fact 9'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-3686470475965342266</id><published>2011-06-07T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:23:57.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Fact 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Random Fact #8I love surprises but people think that I don’t and I rarely get one. Hehehe." src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmc204r5y31qkkubko1_500.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Random Fact #8I love surprises but people think that I don’t and I rarely get one. Hehehe." /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love surprises but people think that I don't and I rarely get one. Hehehe.&lt;/span&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/6942105930810633917-3686470475965342266?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3686470475965342266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-fact-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3686470475965342266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3686470475965342266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-fact-8.html' title='Random Fact 8'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-8531127133919018816</id><published>2011-06-03T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:12:05.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Before and the Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before and After ng Month-end celebration sa office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LI1U-qH9u6o/TeiK1EVd2rI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wVOnujtsTbI/s1600/IMG_5407.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LI1U-qH9u6o/TeiK1EVd2rI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wVOnujtsTbI/s1600/IMG_5407.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiEHwUrVqis/TeiXSWHmRkI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KgFtSySvt7o/s1600/IMG_5645.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiEHwUrVqis/TeiXSWHmRkI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KgFtSySvt7o/s1600/IMG_5645.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8531127133919018816?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8531127133919018816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/before-and-aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8531127133919018816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8531127133919018816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/before-and-aftermath.html' title='Before and the Aftermath'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-LI1U-qH9u6o/TeiK1EVd2rI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wVOnujtsTbI/s72-c/IMG_5407.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3400226794972778065</id><published>2011-06-03T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:17:08.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Merlin</title><content type='html'>I love this series ever since it was introduced to me by my two good friends, Chats &amp;amp; Krissie. I was hooked from the beginning. This series is different from all other shows or movies that were depicted on the Arthurian legend. I like the chemistry between the characters of Arthur and Merlin. Now here's the (fake) opening credits that was made by a fan. I think it's so nice, I have to blog it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kx63zihTMYc" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3400226794972778065?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3400226794972778065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/merlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3400226794972778065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3400226794972778065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/merlin.html' title='Merlin'/><author><name>intin</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/kx63zihTMYc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-6795669669978895312</id><published>2011-06-02T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:08:08.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>NKOTBSB... Baby!</title><content type='html'>After weeks of anticipation and excitement, I finally got the NKOTBSB cd that I ordered from the States. I had to pick it up at the Makati Post Office though but I don't mind. It's worth the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4aNxfU1mCs/TebWKfaag_I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Hl2QuPPKc18/s1600/01062011391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4aNxfU1mCs/TebWKfaag_I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Hl2QuPPKc18/s320/01062011391.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's my CD!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as I got back in the office, I opened it and I don't care about the mess in my desk. I want to see my CD! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FObKLAhe3vM/TebWPmCAUkI/AAAAAAAAAuk/qMlqCywRWd0/s1600/01062011401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FObKLAhe3vM/TebWPmCAUkI/AAAAAAAAAuk/qMlqCywRWd0/s320/01062011401.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uZ47BczvM0/TebWNbgdo2I/AAAAAAAAAug/MSehPqSSJMI/s1600/01062011398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uZ47BczvM0/TebWNbgdo2I/AAAAAAAAAug/MSehPqSSJMI/s320/01062011398.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I listened to it soon after. All I can say was I really love their song Don't Turn Out The Lights (mabisang LSS for Tesh, haha) and their mash-up, as well as Step By Step, if you'll ask me about a NKOTB song. I'm still a Backstreet Boys fan at heart and I find NKOTB's songs boring. 'Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6JIWY5CsNI/TebWIexlRKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/IB9MohKWWf0/s1600/01062011407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6JIWY5CsNI/TebWIexlRKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/IB9MohKWWf0/s320/01062011407.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-6795669669978895312?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/6795669669978895312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/nkotbsb-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6795669669978895312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6795669669978895312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/nkotbsb-baby.html' title='NKOTBSB... Baby!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-y4aNxfU1mCs/TebWKfaag_I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Hl2QuPPKc18/s72-c/01062011391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-719679671531811991</id><published>2011-06-02T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:13:26.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Everyone Deserves a Happy Ever After</title><content type='html'>I would like to share with you one of my favorite songs, a feel-good music that makes me smile every time I hear it. It gives me hope that someday, my turn will come for a happy ever after with the one I love. **yeah, that's how romantic I am ;) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QAniOB1Ts4k" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-719679671531811991?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/719679671531811991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyone-deserves-happy-ever-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/719679671531811991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/719679671531811991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyone-deserves-happy-ever-after.html' title='Everyone Deserves a Happy Ever After'/><author><name>intin</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/QAniOB1Ts4k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5420987133504982420</id><published>2011-05-27T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:17:38.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFX_hkg9XfQ/Td7sk1SIuhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5ojMAR1YXTM/s1600/40073_463201992888_667552888_6392417_3364869_n.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFX_hkg9XfQ/Td7sk1SIuhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5ojMAR1YXTM/s400/40073_463201992888_667552888_6392417_3364869_n.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still being the klutz that I was, I never informed my parents about an accident where I fell off a low cliff when I was young. I only had minor bruises. Hehehe. (Meanwhile, this shot was in Legaspi, Albay, overlooking the runway of the nearby airport)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5420987133504982420?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5420987133504982420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5420987133504982420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5420987133504982420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-7.html' title='Random Facts 7'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-zFX_hkg9XfQ/Td7sk1SIuhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5ojMAR1YXTM/s72-c/40073_463201992888_667552888_6392417_3364869_n.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5905083492397590597</id><published>2011-05-26T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:43:25.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBt0Ao0wqGs/Td3ZHi-haiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HtlYi4NxAQE/s1600/144118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBt0Ao0wqGs/Td3ZHi-haiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HtlYi4NxAQE/s320/144118.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During one of the visits in a navy training center when I was young, I dived in a 20-feet training pool in a wrong diving position. I could have a concussion but I swam out alive. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5905083492397590597?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5905083492397590597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5905083492397590597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5905083492397590597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-6.html' title='Random Facts 6'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-VBt0Ao0wqGs/Td3ZHi-haiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HtlYi4NxAQE/s72-c/144118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5883993565558394329</id><published>2011-05-25T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:52:46.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06icjWuROMw/TdyZAasst-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/mKbffqQ-HmM/s1600/tumblr_llqgbkTX4e1qij0cjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06icjWuROMw/TdyZAasst-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/mKbffqQ-HmM/s1600/tumblr_llqgbkTX4e1qij0cjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have low tolerance over sweets but I cannot resist a delicious cake, especially cheesecakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5883993565558394329?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5883993565558394329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5883993565558394329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5883993565558394329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-5.html' title='Random Facts 5'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-06icjWuROMw/TdyZAasst-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/mKbffqQ-HmM/s72-c/tumblr_llqgbkTX4e1qij0cjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1932778501807320188</id><published>2011-05-24T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:43:29.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUsg5NTozA/Tds29_MS96I/AAAAAAAAAt4/5JFazqRQrlI/s1600/pma.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUsg5NTozA/Tds29_MS96I/AAAAAAAAAt4/5JFazqRQrlI/s400/pma.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost considered going to PMA. The Application Form was filled up and ready but I've had problems with my health then. And so, I couldn't risk it and the rest was history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1932778501807320188?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1932778501807320188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1932778501807320188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1932778501807320188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts-4.html' title='Random Facts 4'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-uMUsg5NTozA/Tds29_MS96I/AAAAAAAAAt4/5JFazqRQrlI/s72-c/pma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1761627754134565272</id><published>2011-05-23T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:10:54.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoarPEIQScg/Tdp4ZnKdidI/AAAAAAAAAt0/hBqMvBX5kXo/s1600/sv.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoarPEIQScg/Tdp4ZnKdidI/AAAAAAAAAt0/hBqMvBX5kXo/s1600/sv.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my random fact #3&lt;br /&gt;I love the Superman saga and Smallville is my all-time favorite series. I can talk about this all day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1761627754134565272?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1761627754134565272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1761627754134565272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1761627754134565272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts_23.html' title='Random Facts 3'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-MoarPEIQScg/Tdp4ZnKdidI/AAAAAAAAAt0/hBqMvBX5kXo/s72-c/sv.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-6759340127818899160</id><published>2011-05-23T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:09:05.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Friday Madness in the Office</title><content type='html'>This is what we do at the end of the day when we're bored in the office and it's Friday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMMbXWH4NDk/TdnTHOqPB2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/RV7UMCcfRvs/s1600/IMG_4415.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMMbXWH4NDk/TdnTHOqPB2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/RV7UMCcfRvs/s1600/IMG_4415.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWGpWsSCIsA/TdnTKis9VZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PADAziksD5k/s1600/IMG_4360.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWGpWsSCIsA/TdnTKis9VZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PADAziksD5k/s1600/IMG_4360.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TofZcLAY1Vc/TdnTNYktD6I/AAAAAAAAAto/wnOML0be94o/s1600/IMG_4374.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TofZcLAY1Vc/TdnTNYktD6I/AAAAAAAAAto/wnOML0be94o/s1600/IMG_4374.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0nVK6rOebY/TdnTSSV9bqI/AAAAAAAAAts/SOL5QEO-N60/s1600/IMG_4385.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0nVK6rOebY/TdnTSSV9bqI/AAAAAAAAAts/SOL5QEO-N60/s1600/IMG_4385.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-6759340127818899160?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/6759340127818899160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-madness-in-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6759340127818899160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6759340127818899160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-madness-in-office.html' title='Friday Madness in the Office'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-zMMbXWH4NDk/TdnTHOqPB2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/RV7UMCcfRvs/s72-c/IMG_4415.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1466773370958697698</id><published>2011-05-22T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:11:16.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJyUedW3LME/Tdp4Kym-UmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fDuERJMX4gA/s1600/tumblr_llln5kulwZ1qah4k6o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJyUedW3LME/Tdp4Kym-UmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fDuERJMX4gA/s1600/tumblr_llln5kulwZ1qah4k6o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1466773370958697698?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1466773370958697698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1466773370958697698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1466773370958697698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts_22.html' title='Random Facts 2'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-eJyUedW3LME/Tdp4Kym-UmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fDuERJMX4gA/s72-c/tumblr_llln5kulwZ1qah4k6o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1793353097147109392</id><published>2011-05-21T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:11:06.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><title type='text'>Random Facts 1</title><content type='html'>it’s exactly a month before my birthday and I am starting my 29 Random Facts. Here’s the first obvious fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4WfKKbKTV8/TdfI3uO7CFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ncZCm1i5iaE/s1600/1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4WfKKbKTV8/TdfI3uO7CFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ncZCm1i5iaE/s1600/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1793353097147109392?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1793353097147109392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1793353097147109392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1793353097147109392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-facts.html' title='Random Facts 1'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-l4WfKKbKTV8/TdfI3uO7CFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ncZCm1i5iaE/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7037404024198853206</id><published>2011-05-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:56:25.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><title type='text'>NKOTBSB ... Baby!</title><content type='html'>Nabuhay ang pagka-fan ko ulit. Samahan pa ng New Kids on the Block, lalo na si Jordan Knight... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="460" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AKSnTpDBdfA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7037404024198853206?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7037404024198853206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/nkotbsb-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7037404024198853206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7037404024198853206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/nkotbsb-baby.html' title='NKOTBSB ... Baby!'/><author><name>intin</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/AKSnTpDBdfA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1250299385427272940</id><published>2011-05-14T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:40:52.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Price Tag</title><content type='html'>Aside from the uplifitng song Just The Way You Are, here comes another good song. I rarely appreciate the new songs that I hear on the radio because some were just plainly dumb or nonsense. I would rather listen to old songs. This one made my list for the new songs that I want to hear though (and don't forget that this woman got pure talent, she should be discovered!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uZ6L6sC6QTU" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRICE TAG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea &lt;br /&gt;You ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody's got a price, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;When the sale comes first, &lt;br /&gt;And the truth comes second, &lt;br /&gt;Just stop, for a minute and &lt;br /&gt;Smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody so serious &lt;br /&gt;Acting so damn mysterious &lt;br /&gt;Got your shades on your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And your heels so high &lt;br /&gt;That you can't even have a good time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their left (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their right (ha) &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;We're paying with love tonight &lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang. &lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang &lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! &lt;br /&gt;We need to take it back in time, &lt;br /&gt;When music made us all unite &lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't low blows and video hoes, &lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one getting tired &lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody so obsessed &lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy us happiness &lt;br /&gt;Can we all slow down and enjoy right now &lt;br /&gt;Guarantee we'll be feeling Alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their left (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their right (ha) &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;We're paying with love tonight &lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang &lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B.o.B] &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;Well, keep the price tag &lt;br /&gt;And take the cash back &lt;br /&gt;Just give me six strings and a half stACK. &lt;br /&gt;And you can keep the cars &lt;br /&gt;Leave me the garage &lt;br /&gt;And all I.. &lt;br /&gt;Yes all I need are keys and guitars &lt;br /&gt;And its with in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we leaping across these undefeatable odds &lt;br /&gt;Its like this man, you can't put a price on the life &lt;br /&gt;We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight &lt;br /&gt;So we aint gon stumble and fall never &lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see this in the sign of defeat uh uh &lt;br /&gt;So we gon keep everyone moving their feet &lt;br /&gt;So bring back the beat and then everyone sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang. &lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang &lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang. &lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang &lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jessie J -Outro] &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Oo-oooh &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the price tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1250299385427272940?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1250299385427272940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/price-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1250299385427272940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1250299385427272940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/price-tag.html' title='Price Tag'/><author><name>intin</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/uZ6L6sC6QTU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8270455456704187641</id><published>2011-05-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:05:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want It That Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSz0KWBTvoU/TceuLptVWKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Ym4Lob2CgNE/s1600/tumblr_lkcbqpqzcN1qbwx3yo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSz0KWBTvoU/TceuLptVWKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Ym4Lob2CgNE/s320/tumblr_lkcbqpqzcN1qbwx3yo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8270455456704187641?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8270455456704187641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-it-that-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8270455456704187641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8270455456704187641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-it-that-way.html' title='I Want It That Way'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-uSz0KWBTvoU/TceuLptVWKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Ym4Lob2CgNE/s72-c/tumblr_lkcbqpqzcN1qbwx3yo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-2360950685535316045</id><published>2011-05-08T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:58:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could One Give Up A Friend?</title><content type='html'>It was a question that I asked myself when something happened in the last day of February, a culmination after the turn of events in BSBFCP's 5th anniversary. We have prepared for this since last year. But since the club does not have enough financial resources to support this, I made a point to remind everyone, especially her, that we have to report the expenses that we need to be able to pursue with the plans. This happened before, in 2008. &lt;i&gt;Nagkaroon kami ng maliit na sagutan about this matter. &lt;/i&gt;she has this habit of deciding on her own and will just email us about the expenses that we did and we have no choice but to list it down and reimbursed it to her later. But last January's event was the last straw. I decided to ignore and just think of ways on how the club will earn because we have to pay her for the humongous expenses that she did. But it turned out that some of the admins noticed it and questioned the items on the email. Messages were heatedly exchanged until she decided to quit, on February 28, without giving us a warning. Just like that and she dumped us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her email, she said that she will concentrate to work and other stuff but I knew better. She could have she said that she didn't like what happened and how almost all of us 'ganged up on her', just like what she probably think was what happened to her. I can take that. &lt;i&gt;Hindi ko kailangan ang ka-plastikan dahil hindi ako ganoon kahit ang intensyon lang naman namin ay intindihin ang ibig sabihin ng mga nagastos nya. &lt;/i&gt;What the hell was an 'entertainment expense'? I was hurt, mainly because she was pointing at me that I should have said something at the time that she was telling me the plans on doing this and that. I remembered telling her that it's okay as long as the admins were okay with those, as well as we have enough appropriations for the items needed for the anniversary. The problem was, when we wanted it to make it simple, she wanted it to be grand, when we don't even have the money to spend on those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Feb. 28, she left the admins by sending us an email messages. She said that she will still be a member and will support us. She also posted the same thing in the Facebook wall of BSBFCP. I didn't comment on this and let her leave. But after that, she began ignoring me. We called for a meeting and she didn't want to go. We wanted to clear things up with her but she didn't want to talk to us. She never wanted to have anything to do with us. I want to ignore that because it hurt so much to dwell on it. We've been friends for so long. &lt;i&gt;Pero bakit kailangan niyang balewalain iyon nung nagkataong napagkaisahan sya ng mga admins at pinuna ang mga gastos na ginawa nya para sa fan club? Ayaw ba nyang pinupuna sya?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;It made me wonder. &lt;i&gt;Hindi sa lahat ng oras ay masusunod ang gusto nya at sana'y inisip nya na walang pondo ang fan club.&lt;/i&gt; There's another thing that surprised us as well when we found it out. Our founder informed us that in December, she received 10k from the record company for doing Music Buzz. Okay, how come we were not informed about this? Sure, she made those creative stuff but when I checked the email when she started to tell us about this project in December, she clearly said that it was for the BSBFCP's exposure, our logo will be graced in that mini-newsletter and we can write and get some free CDs. We think that's cool but we didn't know that she will get paid for that. And this project came into picture in the middle of our preparation for the 5th anniversary, at the time that we have to juggle our stuff between work and the fan club and thinking hard on how to get money for the stuff that we need for the anniversary. Can you imagine that? &lt;i&gt;At malalaman na lang namin na binayaran sya tapos ay sinisingil nya kami ng reimbursement sa mga nagastos nya for the anniversary. &lt;/i&gt;She could have used a part of that money that the record company has paid her for the anniversary! &lt;i&gt;Tapos ngayon ay aalis sya ng fan club at magagalit sa amin, mainly to me and Mau, dahil pinuna namin ang mga ginawa nya? &lt;/i&gt;We figured you out, L. Be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, she already shunned her Facebook Wall from us. The latest thing that happened was she created this Music Sponge, an 'advocacy' for music lovers. But in reality, she gets paid for this. Last year, she asked us if there's anyone interested in a new project that is being proposed by the record company. This was what she was talking about. If I'm correct with this or not, I don't care. Another thing that really has turned me off was when she received a modification task for BSBFCP for the Major Fan art for the tumbler. It was a mistake from one of the admins to accidentally ask her when she should not. She immediately agreed to do it and it may be for the heck of just helping us, I think &lt;i&gt;na may delikadesa sana sya na tanggihan na lang iyon. &lt;/i&gt;She was ignoring us already but why did she accept it? It was as if we can't do things without her and she will prove it to us that we can't do it without her. READ THIS, L. We can. I admit it will take time but we can. You're not the only person in this world who can do those stuff. And I don't care about you anymore. If you don't want to talk to me to clear things up, I don't care anymore. I still wish you well. I wish that you'll be happy for whatever you did. But I don't want to see you again. You hurt us more than you think. You may get the sympathy from the BSBFCP members but we knew better. And we don't have to tell it to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-2360950685535316045?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/2360950685535316045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-could-one-give-up-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2360950685535316045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2360950685535316045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-could-one-give-up-friend.html' title='How Could One Give Up A Friend?'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-611019141815623430</id><published>2011-04-04T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:37:39.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Writing Stories</title><content type='html'>I love to write and it all started when I was in high school through the influence of my classmate who is a good writer and also a member of the school publication. I never became a staff of the school paper. I never had the confidence that other writers have. I always have advanced thoughts about criticisms and rejections, even now. But I still continued to write and I found the internet as my outlet. The only time that my story was ever published (thanks to the encouragement by my friends) was when I was in fourth year high school. It was the last issue prior to graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bduM6ERBBHQ/TUD6elD66VI/AAAAAAAAAok/JxSpFmShL7M/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bduM6ERBBHQ/TUD6elD66VI/AAAAAAAAAok/JxSpFmShL7M/s200/bb.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my 1st story that has Filipino influence ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The favorite subject that I love writing is romance. I love to love and I believe that true love still exists, though it rarely happens to everyone. Lucky are those people who found true love and I am still wishing for mine to come. Right now, I continue to write these type of stories. It occupies my mind; it relaxes me. It is my outlet from the frustrations that I'm having in the real world. I don't know if I will ever get any of these stories published someday. Maybe if I gather enough confidence for that. [",]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-611019141815623430?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/611019141815623430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/04/writing-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/611019141815623430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/611019141815623430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/04/writing-stories.html' title='Writing Stories'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-bduM6ERBBHQ/TUD6elD66VI/AAAAAAAAAok/JxSpFmShL7M/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5091283805555628870</id><published>2011-03-27T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T15:34:17.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Going Back to Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moGvdgUzGq4/TY6z3n-8bgI/AAAAAAAAArA/E_9CHSwOUa4/s320/P9303172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months' time, I'm going back to one of my favorite cities in Asia. I admit that I'm not much of a traveller outside the country. Aside from the fact that it's expensive, I try as much as I could to go around the Philippines before I even start embarking on places abroad. It was a goal and a teaching that was instilled in me when I was a student of Tourism in UST. 'ika nga ng professor ko, Travel within the Philippines first, explore its beauty and wonder before you appreciate what the world has in store for you. And I know, she is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nFyf0WuBCo/TY6zUVXAGFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hfHzTyTs1-E/s1600/P9282862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nFyf0WuBCo/TY6zUVXAGFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hfHzTyTs1-E/s200/P9282862.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will go back to Singapore this time through the invitation of my friends who haven't been there yet. I am going to be their tour guide and at the same time, we will be celebrating my birthday there. (Wish List: Black Forest cake from Bread Talk please) So what are we going to explore in one of the cleanest and most disciplined cities in Asia (aside from Japan, of course)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First on the list will be the Merlion statue. It's a prerogative. Any tourist should take a glimpse of Singapore's famous landmark and have a picture taken either with your hand raised up as if the Merlion is in the palm of your hand or doing a jump shot, haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjJBZtDvFWQ/TY6zpV219tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CqwbGzBIVHg/s1600/P9303042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjJBZtDvFWQ/TY6zpV219tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CqwbGzBIVHg/s200/P9303042.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Chats specifically requested a trip to the zoo, the Singapore Zoo and its famous Night Safari. This should be carefully planned, especially that the zoo is far from the buzzing city and we need the transportation at night to go back to my friend's house, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaeC5QClYAU/TIsMrrH45YI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ot0-j05HUIc/s1600/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+018_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaeC5QClYAU/TIsMrrH45YI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ot0-j05HUIc/s200/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+018_0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. We have to try out the famous Singapore sling. I have already tried it, after the interview I had with the Backstreet Boys and I even asked AJ McLean about it. We can actually talk about wine for one thing but I have to avoid that if we'll meet again since he's a struggling rehabilitated alcoholic. Anyway, the only SG sling I had was the one I bought at the grocery. This time, we have to trace the roots back to the Raffles Hotel and try the famous cocktail there. I am excited on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. Universal Studios. This is going to be my first time because the last time I was there, it was still under construction. I am looking forward to see what's in store for me and at the same time, maybe I can use my RW card in RW Sentosa. I can only manage the slot machines, of course, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRr77vwHEfs/TY6zbahv4WI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ynZXhS2-ha8/s1600/P9292883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRr77vwHEfs/TY6zbahv4WI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ynZXhS2-ha8/s200/P9292883.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. My friends need to see the Sentosa Island, especially the famous and award-winning Songs of the Sea. It's another prerogative, haha. And I want to go back since the last time I was there, there was slight rain that I was not able to enjoy my tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's touring without shopping? I plan to take them to Mufasa's 24-hour super store, haha. And even in Bugis if Mufasa wasn't enough for them. For electronics, there's Funan. PLUS it's the great Singapore Sale until July! Any more suggestions? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5091283805555628870?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5091283805555628870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-back-to-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5091283805555628870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5091283805555628870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-back-to-singapore.html' title='Going Back to Singapore'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-moGvdgUzGq4/TY6z3n-8bgI/AAAAAAAAArA/E_9CHSwOUa4/s72-c/P9303172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-6274247199853129030</id><published>2011-03-27T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:19:17.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>5 Ways to Break Bad Money Habits</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/5-ways-to-break-bad-money-habits-2467702/" target="_blank"&gt;article in Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt; today about ways to break bad money habits. Ever since I started working, I have always been conscious on the money that I earned and how to allocate it appropriately. I decided to open my bank account and get an insurance. Later, I also invested in buying a house that later on is giving me another source of monthly income because I put it up for rent. Eight years working, and still counting, I'm still planning on ways to save up for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But saving is not only what I do with my money. I also love spending, especially on food, travel and technology. I love to eat and I always bear in mind what my Mom said that never ever let myself go hungry. And I have this passion to try anything new, especially with my best friend Tesh. I'm a graduate of Tourism but ever since I was young, I already have the passion for travel. I love going around places and explore. It became contagious now that I'm working and earning on my own. I always want to go someplace to explore beauty and of course, to try out the local food. I'm a self-confessed geek who is always interested with the latest gadgets that will make me stay connected to my family, friends and the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I bumped into this article, I thought, what could be those habits that I have that I should try to break so that I can stay on track with my goal? I had the time to contemplate on this article so here it goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. First of all, have a budget.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this in mind everytime that I want to spend something for myself, or for my family. Do I have the financial resources within my means that I can use so that I can get what I need or what I want? I am aware that I can't just go on spending in just a snap of a finger so I always have to plot out a budget plan. Nowadays, this is very essential. I'm critical when it comes to this because of my financial background. Our family were not that well-off but we have enough to have something to eat three times a day and have something that we can spend in our leisure time. Thank God for the blessings. And considering those, I always have to be aware of how to spend what I have and not just giving it all out. I learned a long time ago on how evil credit card does to mankind sometimes.  Thankfully, I'm almost debt-free from that but I have to continue practicing my self-discipline when it comes to my CC. When I will go out to eat, I have to check if the place is not only serving good food but if it's also worthy enough for my budget. Before I plan my travel, I have to consider first the financial allowance that I need to allot on this. And when it comes to gadgets, I usually check on the specifications that will conform to what I need on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Distinguish needs from desires.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is always something that I ask myself: Is this a need or a want? Aside from having different spelling, these words have different meanings. Need is something you can use on a daily basis, a critical requirement that will help make your life easier. Want is a spontaneous feeling with shallow interest. It was a requirement just because you find it pretty or cool. And I admit that I sometimes fell victim to my inner evil self: I will give in to what I want, and I'm referring to food. It's just my weakness. But most likely when I am out in the mall, and found this cute dress that will surely looks good on me, this question will pop up in my head, do I need this or I only want this just because it's pretty? Sometimes, I don't buy it. I don't want to practice impulsive buying. If it wasn't included in my budget plan for the week or for the month, I will not buy anything. But rest assured that if I'm on a mission to buy a dress, there will be no regrets. This also applies when buying a new gadget. I needed a smart business phone and I bought one. It's already four years old and still in good condition. I researched on the specifications first before I bought it because I don't want regrets when I invested on a gadget. I also aimed to buy a Notebook but I don't have a budget on it yet. I need it for my extra activities. It's either that or a Samsung Galaxy Tab. I need it and I want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Discern the difference between good &amp;amp; bad debt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? This is something that I deal with monthly. I try as much as possible to avoid bad debts and that include credit card bills that will accumulate if you don't pay on time. Instead of gaining value, I will gain more bad debts on this. And then there's the good debt. I have that one now for my house when I loaned in Pag-Ibig. As the article called it, it's an investment debt that will gain value as we go down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Educate yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck in understanding financial terms and banking lingo but I try, you can give me credit on that. I need it, we all need it to be able to understand how this affects our financial future. I don't want to get confused and be fooled when I didn't know anything so educating myself in financial planning and spending money wisely is very important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Set financial goals and take them seriously. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start working and earning your keep, you should start thinking on your financial goals. For me, I want to be financially stable before I turn 40 and be out of the rat race by then. I was inspired by my high school classmate who has fortunately invested on realty business and is now doing well with it. Now married, she's finally out of the rat race in just halfway to our 30s. All she needs now is a kid to take care of and she's set. I want that. :) I want that someday, all I can do is to sit back and relax the fruits of what I sacrifice today, at a younger age. Heard of Mark Zuckerberg? He's that smart guy who was fortunate enough to found Facebook and is now one of the richest yuppies in the world. I aimed to be like that soon and I should start finalizing my financial goals now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-6274247199853129030?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/5-ways-to-break-bad-money-habits-2467702/' title='5 Ways to Break Bad Money Habits'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/6274247199853129030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-ways-to-break-bad-money-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6274247199853129030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6274247199853129030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-ways-to-break-bad-money-habits.html' title='5 Ways to Break Bad Money Habits'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-4641836281170883183</id><published>2011-03-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:10:27.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Sucker Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Sucker_Punch_poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We skipped overtime work in the office to grab the chance given by Pie to watch the screening of Sucker Punch in iMax theater at the Mall of Asia. It wasn't in 3D but it's okay. I wasn't expecting for anything. When we got there at around seven in the evening, we were welcomed with cocktails as a long table was set for buffet meal. We took the chance as well to eat and save up our money, hahaha. The food was delicious, especially the meatballs. I wasn't able to take a photo of my plate though because I'm shy and it might be too much. But I took photos of the gang while eating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-R3opYcv7rew/TYoZZfNI8OI/AAAAAAAAAqg/vmo0UV-yRo8/s320/PB230421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dae, Cris, Janelle and Tesh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KCqUeBc6-U4/TYoZePbJBrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hhG2OLDMf9Q/s320/PB230422.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Omarion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a sumptous meal, we went in line to take our seats. They were not giving us 3D glasses so I presumed that it was just a normal movie, but will be shown in iMax. It's okay. I got comfortable seats anyway, haha ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Sucker_Punch_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L2O8Wwn4l7w/TYocP7E7ibI/AAAAAAAAAqo/W4gqTqQcBMc/s1600/sucker-punch-wallpapers_25516_1920x1440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L2O8Wwn4l7w/TYocP7E7ibI/AAAAAAAAAqo/W4gqTqQcBMc/s200/sucker-punch-wallpapers_25516_1920x1440.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what was the movie all about? I can't tell you unless you want to go to this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sucker_Punch_%28film%29" target="blank"&gt;Wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt; instead. I'm not good at movie synopsis. But all I can say in this movie was that I love the action scenes, especially if five women were performing it. It's just something about the gender, you know. Girl power, haha. The plot is challenging and the way the scenes were transitioned one after the other. It made me curious. But halfway through the story, I got bored. I don't know. I just want to go out and grab something to eat, go back to my seat and eat just to while away the time. But of course, I have to drag myself to the end. The movie is okay. If you want something for entertainment value, this is good enough. Just don't expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For trailers, you may go &lt;a href="http://www.getthebigpicture.net/blog/2011/3/11/four-international-trailers-for-sucker-punch.html" target="blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4641836281170883183?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4641836281170883183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/sucker-punch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4641836281170883183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4641836281170883183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/sucker-punch.html' title='Sucker Punch'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-R3opYcv7rew/TYoZZfNI8OI/AAAAAAAAAqg/vmo0UV-yRo8/s72-c/PB230421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5177749321308639592</id><published>2011-03-23T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:19:48.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>Di Ko Malimutan</title><content type='html'>Gusto ko ang kantang ito at sana, kung ako'y ikakasal, maikanta ito. Or mai-dedicate ko man lang sa matatagpuan kong lalaki na mamahalin ko. Yii! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI KO MALIMUTAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apo Hiking Society&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No’ng tangan ng nanay ang munting mong mga kamay&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y tuwang-tuwa, panatag ang loob&lt;br /&gt;Sa damdaming ika’y mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No’ng nakilala mo ang una mong sinta&lt;br /&gt;Umapaw ang saya at siya’y ibang-iba&lt;br /&gt;Sinasamsam ang bawat gunita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 1&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo malimutan kung kailan nagsimulang&lt;br /&gt;Matuto kung papa’no magmahal&lt;br /&gt;At ‘di mo malimutan kung kailan mo natikman&lt;br /&gt;Ang una mong halik, yakap na napakahigpit&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na tunay hanggang langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No’ng tayo’y nagkakilala nang hindi sinasadya&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang napansin, nahuli sa isang tingin&lt;br /&gt;At sa pagbati mong napakalambing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko malimutan kung kailan nagsimulang&lt;br /&gt;Matutong ikaw lang ang mahalin&lt;br /&gt;At ‘di ko malimutan kung kailan ko natikman&lt;br /&gt;Ang tamis ng ‘yong halik, yakap na napakahigpit&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig mong tunay hanggang langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko malimutan kung kailan ko natikman&lt;br /&gt;Ang tamis ng iyong halik, yakap na napakahigpit&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig mong tunay hanggang langit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5177749321308639592?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5177749321308639592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/di-ko-malimutan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5177749321308639592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5177749321308639592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/di-ko-malimutan.html' title='Di Ko Malimutan'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-8461383614877228789</id><published>2011-03-22T08:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T08:08:06.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Crazy at Work</title><content type='html'>I didn't remember a time that I was not busy at work. It seems like we already lost our low season in the office. Our number of clients increased thus, our workload increased. I barely even see my desk sometimes. It's full of paperwork. And it's crazy. But not that I'm complaining. I still love my job. It's my source of income and I promised myself when I went back in this company 4 years ago that I should learn to appreciate what I have. I realized then how lucky I was to have this stable job but I left it 6 years ago. When opportunity knocked, I came back. Now, I'm here again and I should take each day as a special day at work for me. It's fortunate that I get lucky that I have this job who pays well and gives me security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EuI98Vn1CFQ/TYfnwnuS0BI/AAAAAAAAAqY/A_De1LKF0EE/s320/PB220417.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;busy at work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yT2wXMUsUhE/TYfnyCRNJEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/e_9mmTQl0jU/s320/PB220418.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how crazy my desk could be&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/6942105930810633917-8461383614877228789?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8461383614877228789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8461383614877228789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8461383614877228789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-at-work.html' title='Crazy at Work'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EuI98Vn1CFQ/TYfnwnuS0BI/AAAAAAAAAqY/A_De1LKF0EE/s72-c/PB220417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-499807675022427606</id><published>2011-03-21T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:50:47.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>My favorite part in Disneyland ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bFatGvJIeFg/TYdlTx_NP6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/NSmr6eaymg8/s400/tumblr_li4e6r1XnE1qhi766o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I want to go back and get emotional again.&amp;nbsp; (",) &lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://simpledisneythings.tumblr.com/post/3884978826"&gt;simpledisneythings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-499807675022427606?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/499807675022427606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-part-in-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/499807675022427606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/499807675022427606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-part-in-disneyland.html' title='My favorite part in Disneyland ...'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bFatGvJIeFg/TYdlTx_NP6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/NSmr6eaymg8/s72-c/tumblr_li4e6r1XnE1qhi766o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5780491954020649986</id><published>2011-03-21T22:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:42:22.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>ZsaZsa NIght</title><content type='html'>Za wakaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to watch ZsaZsa Zaturnnah and the good thing here was, we were able to catch the final run in CCP last March 19, the show which was supposed to be last March 5 but was moved due to unexpected technical emergencies. I arrived there at around quarter to 7pm. Yes, ganoon ako ka-excited to watch it again. It was more than 2 years ago when I first saw it with my bff, Teshie. Back then, I was able to ask for an autograph pa to Mr. Vince de Jesus for the soundtrack that I bought that time. This year, I'm with Krissie, my new play buddy. Since Tesh is getting married at nagtitipid si bestie, I found a new buddy through my friend Krissie who happened to love watching musicals too! So we met in CCP at around 7:30pm. Ok lang. Bumili muna kami ng mga souvenir programs, ang preview ng sequel ni ZsaZsa pati na din shirt! Nasa lobby din muna kami hanggang mag-quarter to 8 at saka kami pumasok sa Little Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QtkJyqfDf8g/TYddhbik-8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/2bq-iLD0Bvg/s320/189244_10150167330102146_582802145_8494935_5145445_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walang kupaz talaga ang ZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was a bit disappointed by the CCP's audio system that night, I understand that it was because of some technical difficulties that they may have encountered. Nakakabilib pa din ang mga artista sapagkat kung lakas lang ng boses ang pag-uusapan, game sila dyan. As usual, hindi nawala ang mga funny antics sa pagitan nina Ada at Didi; ang paglantad ng panaderya ni Dodong; ang pagiging babaeng bakla ni ZsaZsa; ang kagila-gilalas na pakikipagsapalaran ng pag-ibig laban sa galit at kasakiman ni Queen Femina at ng kanyang mga amazonistas. Maraming nabago sa palabas ngayong taon. Bago ang stage design. Extended hanggang audience. Totoo na ang picture-picture nila, hindi lang kathang-isip tulad ng dati. At may twist sa character ni Dodong. Bukod sa para syang engot ngayon, medyo sintunado pa. Hihihi. Ok lang. Naaliw naman ang lahat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, sugod na kami sa labas ni Krissie. Syempre, last show so sinamantala namin ang pakikipagphoto-op with the cast. Masyado nga lang madaming tao kaya nakapagpa-picture lang kami sa ilan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5rAICw4PaR4/TYddgZk3R8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/pze1i5iq69k/s320/190713_10150167330247146_582802145_8494938_4162232_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Didi, Nora A and Sharon C&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bLFpZc79xLg/TYddg42ynmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/KptLp1AO8kQ/s320/197085_10150167330157146_582802145_8494936_7930055_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Ada and his/her alter ego, ZsaZsa Zaturnnah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_U1Fvq276Zc/TYddjTTQQsI/AAAAAAAAAqA/mdC_1R_mBpk/s320/PB210411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;preview to the sequel, w/ Carlo Vergara's autograph&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H6twz_s_Ch4/TYddn9KyPiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bEnBVWt_qUM/s320/PB210412.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ifgpyNgtRiY/TYddqegAsEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ut_7el6RcYw/s1600/PB210413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ifgpyNgtRiY/TYddqegAsEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ut_7el6RcYw/s320/PB210413.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ifgpyNgtRiY/TYddqegAsEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ut_7el6RcYw/s1600/PB210413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jlsFqlOkwFU/TYdds8ClgEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/c2L6vr-34rc/s1600/PB210414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jlsFqlOkwFU/TYdds8ClgEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/c2L6vr-34rc/s320/PB210414.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ang aking tisyert&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rAFcmlK4X6Q/TYddmON2c1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/aW3D8Wk9tRw/s1600/PB210415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rAFcmlK4X6Q/TYddmON2c1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/aW3D8Wk9tRw/s320/PB210415.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ang nasa likod ng aking tisyert&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/6942105930810633917-5780491954020649986?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5780491954020649986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/zsazsa-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5780491954020649986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5780491954020649986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/zsazsa-night.html' title='ZsaZsa NIght'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QtkJyqfDf8g/TYddhbik-8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/2bq-iLD0Bvg/s72-c/189244_10150167330102146_582802145_8494935_5145445_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3393632342389561200</id><published>2011-03-18T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:56:52.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>One Visa for South East Asian nations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q6tbU6K9cZ4/TYLjLgLEiaI/AAAAAAAAApw/sAZBDKjUpP4/s200/MY.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stumbled upon this story in &lt;a href="http://ph.news.yahoo.com/tourists-could-see-e-asia-single-visa-20110316-222258-115.html"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt; about the plan of ASEAN to have one visa that will enable a person an entry to all the countries in the SEA countries. Currently, visa is not needed when you enter the countries of ASEAN but if this proposal will push through, I believe that it will primarily protect the people in these countries from unwanted (and dangerous) people because each will be screened in the embassy or consulate before a visa will be granted. The idea of unifying a visa that will apply to the 10 countries will help boost tourism and will guarantee safety (somehow) because of the legal access that it will provide to a person. But how about those who are in the Northern Asian region? I hope that a standard visa will be applied to Asia, period. Personally, I want to go to Japan, Taiwan and Korea without going through so much on applying visa for each country. I love and I'm proud of my region, Asia. But I admit that I wasn't persistent and industrious as to consider on filing for visa on the said countries so I think that the idea of one visa for all would be a good idea. What do you think? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3393632342389561200?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3393632342389561200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-visa-for-south-east-asian-nations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3393632342389561200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3393632342389561200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-visa-for-south-east-asian-nations.html' title='One Visa for South East Asian nations'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q6tbU6K9cZ4/TYLjLgLEiaI/AAAAAAAAApw/sAZBDKjUpP4/s72-c/MY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8535324060850069847</id><published>2011-03-18T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:29:04.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><title type='text'>ZsaZsa Day Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yPaYqfq0sz0/TYK1Ou41cCI/AAAAAAAAAps/wB7s8DUf4iI/s200/zsazsatoons.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some technical emergencies at the CCP last March 5 and 6, matutuloy na ang Zsa Zsa moment namin ni Krissie bukas. We're going to watch the last show at 8pm. Heto na ang pink na bato! *Pak*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8535324060850069847?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8535324060850069847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/zsazsa-day-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8535324060850069847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8535324060850069847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/zsazsa-day-tomorrow.html' title='ZsaZsa Day Tomorrow'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yPaYqfq0sz0/TYK1Ou41cCI/AAAAAAAAAps/wB7s8DUf4iI/s72-c/zsazsatoons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-98728670463595783</id><published>2011-03-07T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:06:06.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Very Musical Weekend</title><content type='html'>I know this is a late post but I only want to share that I had a very musical weekend. Our much-overdue schedule to watch KAOS finally came true last March 5 as me, Tesh and her future-in-laws and Pie's cousin, Carlo, Badz and her hubby Dedoy and my good friend Krissie, went to Resorts World Manila to watch this musical performance/circus. We have been planning to watch this for a very long time and our good friend Ivy from RWM gave us discounted tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 5 came and I was excited to watch Kaos, especially that it will be my first time to watch it at the RWM Performing Arts Theater and I will be able to see Gian Magdangal perform because I was curious. KAOS didn't disappoint me although I want to say that it was irritating that people were walking in all corners during the first 30 minutes of the show. It was distracting. As for the show, I was overwhelmed by the performance as well as the death-defying stunts that truly had me at the edge of my seat. Never mind that the story is purely a fairy-tale romance between a prince and woman fro the future, the entire show was purely entertaining. I commend the talents of the people who happened to come from different places in the world. Manila Symphony Orchestra provided the incredible music of the entire show. My favorite part was during the time travel to the future by the two guys from Colombia. They literally took my breath away as they seemed couldn't get enough of just running inside the circular enclosure that will rotate the large time machine. Amazing guys! Another amazing performance was from the Power Duo of Belarus. I cannot forget my experience and I want to watch again, hopefully that it will be Gian Magdangal's turn to perform and not Jeremy Aguado. Hihihi. We left the theater with wide smiles on our faces. We truly enjoyed the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ng6RchxAJE0/TYAM-SRN_WI/AAAAAAAAApo/UAPZ_6mZ6H8/s320/185679_10150155239932146_582802145_8379667_8257236_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after watching Kaos, we found Sito at the lobby!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;However, me and my friend Krissie were kind of frustrated because we were expecting Gian Magdangal as the dashing valiant prince. We have a schedule to watch Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah the next day in CCP and it was a blessing in disguise that there was a technical emergency so we postponed our schedule in CCP. Instead, we went to RCBC Tower in Makati to catch the last run of Rent in Carlos Romulo Auditorium. And I say, it was all worth it, even if the decision was very impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2MlFJREY7zk/TYAMTZ-kasI/AAAAAAAAApk/dJESqc3f-tc/s320/197149_10150099754927972_561202971_6394147_1845673_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a great time watching and singing along through the lines of &lt;i&gt;five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand and six-hundred-minutes&lt;/i&gt;. My favorite part would always be between Roger and Mimi. Even if you won't think that Gian and Sheree were partners in real life, you can see the chemistry between them. One of my personal favorites as well was the Finale and I was almost close to tears as Mimi was on the verge of death after being found in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we took our time to wait for the cast to come out of the dressing room. It was our chance and I say it was worth the wait because they willingly gave in for some quick photo-ops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PHxW34-Zkt4/TYAMRjQk1qI/AAAAAAAAApU/uRkmcawEfMg/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LboKg4DScSw/TYAMSDPrrGI/AAAAAAAAApY/16l8HNJuxrs/s320/183449_10150099757817972_561202971_6394197_5203436_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark Cohen in the flesh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5NE6ubUrRpA/TYAMTOCQS_I/AAAAAAAAApg/lcps7IKIHHs/s320/189526_10150099757397972_561202971_6394189_1988025_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;very pretty and talented. i like her smile, too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VRZyJddXJ5U/TYAMSk7h6OI/AAAAAAAAApc/OZhG8ZSo3pU/s320/183705_10150099758227972_561202971_6394203_7677274_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;just developed a new crush to Gian Magdangal, haha ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I had a great weekend because of this and I am looking forward for more, now that I found a new play buddy in the form of my friend, Krissie. Haha. That's because my best friend Tesh is getting married and I know that she won't have much time now to go with me to watch musical plays. At least, if she's not available, I can always have my good friend Krissie. Hehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-98728670463595783?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/98728670463595783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/very-musical-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/98728670463595783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/98728670463595783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/03/very-musical-weekend.html' title='A Very Musical Weekend'/><author><name>intin</name><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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ng6RchxAJE0/TYAM-SRN_WI/AAAAAAAAApo/UAPZ_6mZ6H8/s72-c/185679_10150155239932146_582802145_8379667_8257236_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5687125971498159204</id><published>2011-02-24T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:10:56.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacman &amp; Mommy Dionisia in Three Datu Puti TV Ads</title><content type='html'>I don't know which one is funnier because they all are! It's just awkward to see Coach Freddie Roach said 'May asim pa si Mommy.' Waaaah! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LCmbiLponM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LCmbiLponM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhnwRg_VQdI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhnwRg_VQdI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ArC9BPVYAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ArC9BPVYAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5687125971498159204?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5687125971498159204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/pacman-mommy-dionisia-in-three-datu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5687125971498159204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5687125971498159204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/pacman-mommy-dionisia-in-three-datu.html' title='Pacman &amp; Mommy Dionisia in Three Datu Puti TV Ads'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-439111161795845232</id><published>2011-02-16T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:41:45.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Zsa Zsa is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBZVBdaANe8/SZPv51XvjzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Il9aqOy9JUc/s320/zsazsa.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ilabas na ang pink na bato!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just received good news last night. Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah is coming back to CCP's Little Theater and because we enjoyed watching it, we are going to watch it this March again! Ole! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-439111161795845232?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/439111161795845232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/zsa-zsa-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/439111161795845232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/439111161795845232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/zsa-zsa-is-back.html' title='Zsa Zsa is Back!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-YBZVBdaANe8/SZPv51XvjzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Il9aqOy9JUc/s72-c/zsazsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3839175322146461160</id><published>2011-02-15T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:37:18.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ang Hiwaga ng Varsity Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nung Friday, sa kalagitnaan ng aming daily lunch session sa opisina, na-open up ng isa kong officemate ang tungkol sa mga varsity players nung nag-aaral kami. There was always something about them na nakaka-attract sa opposite sex, kahit di naman ka-charming pagdating sa face value. Totoo ito. Dahil kung hindi naman sila kagwapuhan o kagandahan, nadadaan sa tikas ng katawan at performance (sa sports ha) ang pagiging attractive nila. Therefore, may hiwaga sa pagiging kabilang sa varsity team. Pero ano nga ba ang mga ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTQDipIhDMI/AAAAAAAAAng/mpwLXYEPbdg/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a571864a970b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;habulin ng girls?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 1 - Friendly and Kind&lt;br /&gt;Ito yung mga tipong nilalagay sa gawa-gawang ribbon ng teacher natin sa school noon. Most Friendly and Most Kind. May crush ako nung bata pa ako at nasa kanya ang award na ito. Dahil pasibol pa lang ang pagbibinata nila, medyo awkward ang voice. Kahawig din niya si smiley kapag ngingiti dahil sa lapad ng labi. Hindi siya yung gwapong-gwapo pero player sya ng basketball. At dahil doon, may pogi points sya at isa sya sa mga crush ng school. Not to mention na super bait nitong tao. Magkalapit lang kami ng apelyido so madalas kong katabi ito sa klase. Mainggit na ang mainggit. Basta ako, masaya dahil katabi ko siya. Masarap siyang kabiruan kahit minsan ay hindi talaga mawawala ang mga birong-bata. Patient na tao din ito at marunong makisama kaya madami siyang kaibigan. Siya ang tipo na hindi ka mangingiming lapitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 2 - Charming Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Another case of a school jock, pero sa high school naman ito. My typical guy: tall and athletic. Hindi sya pumasa sa kategoryang dark dahil gusto ko sana ng moreno pero maputi siya. Hindi din sya kagwapuhan pero may something sa aura nya na mapapa-buntonghininga ka na lang kapag nandyan siya. Hindi na ako magpapaka-choosy. Hearth-throb sa school ito at isa ako sa mga balak pumila, kung hindi lang namin nalaman na may girlfriend na siya. Malas nga lang ng gf nya dahil naligo sya sa lait. Basta, iyon na iyon. Ayaw ko nang magkasala. Hahaha. Ang masasabi ko na lang ay bukod sa nasa kanya ang mga katangiang kinahuhumalingan ng mga girls, mabait pa siya at gentleman. Tried and tested iyan ng mga classmates ko na kilala din siya since grade school. Mataas ang paggalang nila sa taong ito at naniniwala ako doon. Kahit hindi niya ako masyadong kilala noon pero nagkasama kami sa isang org at ipinakilala (may kasamang kilig yan), binabati ako nyan, with matching tango at ngiti. Alam ko na baka hindi na nya maalala ang pangalan ko pero yung mga simpleng bagay ng pagtulong na ginawa niya sa amin noon ang tumatak sa akin. So kiber ko kung hindi sya gwapo, basta mabait at gentleman siya. That's what made him more charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTQTLYi2ssI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IdMClCj5BOE/s320/marc_pingris_free_throw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marc Pingris. Mabait na tao daw ito kaya lab na lab ni Bossing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 3 - Suplado-Type&lt;br /&gt;Kung yung nasa Case 1 at 2 ay mabait at approachable, meron din namang suplado type at nakilala ko din ito nung high school. Sa sobrang saya ng mga high school experiences ko, madami akong pwedeng pag-usapan, hehe. So balik tayo dito. May isang gwapong (oo, gwapo na this time) member ng basketball varsity team pero dahil suplado, nakalimutan ko na ang pangalan. Magaling syang maglaro at nasa kanya ang mga katangiang tall, dark and handsome - parang Richard Gomez. Pero suplado siya. At iyon ang attractive minsan sa mga babae, 'yung mysterious type na parang ang hirap lapitan pero matsa-challenge ka. Parang ang complex-complex nya, mangangarap kang mag-break in sa pader na itinayo niya sa paligid niya (nax, drama!) May mga type din na hindi lang basta suplado, may pagka-barumbado. Pero malay mo, he's only a misunderstood soul. You will wonder what makes him tick; what can you do to see a hint of smile on his face. Ganun! Kaya despite this trait, like pa din sila ng girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTQDi07oK3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/VQE9cBCsYU8/s320/Mark%252BSalling%252BMark.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puck! Balik sa Pilipinas, dali!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Case No. 4 - Simple at Totoo&lt;br /&gt;As what the case was called, may mga guys na natural lang ang kilos: walang kiyeme at oblivious sa kapaligiran na pinagkakaguluhan na sila. They were mixtures of kind or a snob.Whatever the case is, they were not into pretense. What you see is what you will get. Some girls go gaga over this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 5 - Sikat&lt;br /&gt;PBA bfs. Aminin, may kakaibang karisma ang mga sikat na basketbolista. Hindi man sakto sa kategoryang tinatalakay ko ngayon pero sabihin na din natin na pwede dahil naglalaro din sila. At minsan sa buhay nila, naging varsity din sila sa school nila. There's something about athletes that you would see in several endorsements. They have this certain marketability na kahit wala silang ine-endorse, bentang-benta sila sa girls, haha. Gusto kong malaman kung paano makikilala ang mga ito at mapapangasawa. Hahahaha. Madaming girls ang may hawak na ngayon ng kanilang bola - basketball, I mean. Yung personal, yung mga may karapatan dahil it's either serious gf sila or asawa na. Ikaw naman, dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 5 - Romantic &lt;br /&gt;Classic sample ay ang asawa ni Patricia Bermudez, na rumarampa lang sa courtside tuwing may PBA game. Paano kaya siya napansin ni Vince Hizon, ang aking sinisinta nung high school at pinangarap din? Ang masaklap pa dun, nag-propose ang Vince sa kanya on national TV during halftime (and they were only together for nine months then. Haii, love). 60% yata ng girls noon ay naging bitter ocampo after mapanood iyon. Muntik na nga akong matisod sa haba ng nakakalat nyang hair! Anyway, back to the topic. Bukod sa athletic at charming quality na meron si Papa Vince pati ang ibang PBA jocks (in which I think ang pinakamalas ay si James Yap), naikwento ng aking mga bubwit na gumala-gala sa locker room ng Araneta Coliseum (ang swerte nila. Dinalhan sana nila ako ng souvenir. chos!) na mababait at gentleman ang mga ito. O, saan ka pa? Kung ganun din lang ang packaging, aayaw ka pa ba? Si Patricia Bermudez-Hizon, hindi. I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTQRbrOOrEI/AAAAAAAAAns/exE2DDbnIDU/s320/67150234_d3e5ed6a19.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fine. siya na ang romantic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--9Z2VQ4GXvA/TVozpxKQCdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cOhLHhoq1Bs/s320/600hizon_patriciaproposal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be Mrs. Vince Hizon?”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sc4QdcwK0EE" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 6 -Athletic Built&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman kumpleto ang pag-solve sa hiwagang ito kung hindi natin isasama ang katangiang ito. Dapat lang naman dahil lagi silang nagpa-practice. Makatarungan na may magandang katawan dapat. At syempre, makaka-attract din ito ng attention sa girls. I remember nung college ako sa UST at tuwing may PE kami, maswerte kapag may masasalubong kang UAAP varsity player (kahit anong sport, pwede!) or kapag may praktis sa gym or sa swimming pool. Sa kanila ko nga nalaman na may drawing pala ng tiger sa gitna ng swimming trunks nila, hehehe. *winks* May mga naging classmates din akong irregular students na myembro ng varsity team. Pasok na naman sila sa Richard Gomez qualities na nabanggit ko kanina plus additional factor: maganda ang mga mata. Yiii. Dahil matangkad ako, idinadahilan ko talaga noon na sa likod ako uupo to give consideration sa mas nakakaliit. Pero may other agenda ako. Syempre, para mapalapit sa mga bakanteng seats na inookupa ng mga irregular studes. Swerte. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case No. 7 - Star Quality&lt;br /&gt;Maraming athletes ang nakapasok na din sa showbiz. Hindi local, pati na din sa abroad. Normal lang naman iyon. At sa tingin ko, kaya madaming girls na nahuhumaling sa mga varsity players sa school ay dahil na rin sa star quality na meron ang mga ito. Syempre, iba naman yung feeling na may nakikita kang mukhang artista sa school di ba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTQDjctdckI/AAAAAAAAAno/SxmUGFCguag/s320/george-clooney.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;George Clooney. Yum.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo credits from various sites in WWW where I got them. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3839175322146461160?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3839175322146461160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/ang-hiwaga-ng-varsity-players.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3839175322146461160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3839175322146461160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/ang-hiwaga-ng-varsity-players.html' title='Ang Hiwaga ng Varsity Players'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTQDipIhDMI/AAAAAAAAAng/mpwLXYEPbdg/s72-c/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a571864a970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1182592834949990563</id><published>2011-02-07T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:04:47.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>V-day Soon</title><content type='html'>It's seven days to go before Valentine's Day and still, I haven't had the experience of spending it with a guy. I wonder what it's like. I wonder how does it feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RH0onfQ_pf8/TVSJUZB9mjI/AAAAAAAAAow/BhOTVlk6G1E/s400/tumblr_lgbdjczpbw1qzr04eo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1182592834949990563?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1182592834949990563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-day-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1182592834949990563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1182592834949990563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-day-soon.html' title='V-day Soon'/><author><name>intin</name><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/-RH0onfQ_pf8/TVSJUZB9mjI/AAAAAAAAAow/BhOTVlk6G1E/s72-c/tumblr_lgbdjczpbw1qzr04eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-330933871634724464</id><published>2011-02-06T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:05:51.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>BFF Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.petatheater.com/images/poster-caredivas.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Frances is home for vacation from her work in Qatar and after her busy weekends with family and other friends, we finally got our turn with her. The day started with watching a musical play at PETA Theater in New Manila. The show was called Carediva in which the musical director is my favorite, Mr. Vincent de Jesus who is also one of the cast. The play was fun, as promised, and on the serious note, it made me realize a lot of things about how the Filipinos struggled hard in another country just to support the family that they left in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play, we went to Gateway in Cubao for our late lunch. I was so hungry that I dug in to Pizza Hut's Hot Meal which consisted of 2 slices of Supreme Pizza, spaghetti, salad and a drink. I also had an additional mashed potato. We stayed for a while to talk about stuff that friends share with each other. I definitely missed Frances and it was really great to see her. We also talked about Tesh's choice of color motiff for her wedding next year. Hilarious was an understatement as we discussed and argued about her color options, haha. Afterwards, we went to Rustan's Supermarket to buy additional stuff that we will bring to Frances' house in Marikina. We all agreed to go there to continue our kwentos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Marikina, Frances' mom was there to welcome us and prepared food while she prepared cooking spaghetti. Eating time again and I don't really mind. I love eating! And while we're at it, we also took a souvenir shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs909.ash1/181765_10150134998562889_667552888_7889018_5641449_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we continued talking about anything and everything. More than a year was a very long time for us to be apart and the day wasn't actually enough for us and I want to see Frances again before she flies back to work next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time came and Pie arrived to pick us up. We took some light 'dinner' first before we leave and I really felt sad when we left. I'll be counting the months 'til I see Frances again and that's going to be next year, on Tesh' wedding. And from Marikina, we cruised the metro back to Paco, Manila. We stayed there for a while, watching AFC and catching up on Lynn Crawford's Pitchin' In show. There, I stumbled upon this cute guy who owns Lucero Olive Oil - Dewey Lucero. I think that if I happen to go to California, I'll make a tour to the Lucero mill because I want to meet him personally. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, Pie and Tesh drove me home to Cavite. What a great day it was, especially when spending it with friends. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-330933871634724464?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/330933871634724464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/bff-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/330933871634724464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/330933871634724464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/02/bff-day.html' title='BFF Day!'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-2738802117930707409</id><published>2011-01-20T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:08:25.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tesh is Officially Getting Married</title><content type='html'>Undaunted by the warning of our driver that there were landslides happening toward the journey to the mountains of Cebu, we insisted to go there and he charged us for 300php fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the trip anyway. We got there almost an hour after we  visited the Taoist Temple. The view was breath-taking and since the  weather is not so sunny, a group of fog is forming nearby. It wasn't as  cold as Genting Highlands in Malaysia but still, it's cold. We went to  Mountain View and this was where Pie chose the spot to ask Tesh to marry  him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the city of Cebu in the background, we found a spot where Pie chose to pop the most-awaited question of 2010. Truly unexpected, Tesh was in between tears and laughter as he went down on his knees to ask her to marry him. Sweet! ♥♥♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTzo1w7VlII/AAAAAAAAAn8/97TTrILVbjE/s320/180000_10150127821242889_667552888_7786234_7456176_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unexpected. Pie got down on his knees &amp;amp; popped the Q!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTzo2UJpo9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/LcJe5pSJCQo/s320/166631_10150127821312889_667552888_7786240_8222912_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was just so candid. ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTzo23k-13I/AAAAAAAAAoE/UyRIIWImVgg/s320/163131_10150127822057889_667552888_7786274_197061_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pretty newly-engaged Tesh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Congratulations, Pie and Tesh! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-2738802117930707409?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/2738802117930707409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/tesh-is-officially-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2738802117930707409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2738802117930707409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/tesh-is-officially-getting-married.html' title='Tesh is Officially Getting Married'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TTzo1w7VlII/AAAAAAAAAn8/97TTrILVbjE/s72-c/180000_10150127821242889_667552888_7786234_7456176_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7646456195873813197</id><published>2011-01-20T10:29:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:44:30.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Today is The Day</title><content type='html'>I wasn't looking forward to my first trip in 2011, in Cebu, and that's because I've been here several times and I thought I should make another travel experience elsewhere instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesh booked a flight for the six of us however, four of them weren't able to come with us because of unexpected commitments. Instead, Tesh's cousin Kuya Myke and his gf, Pie, will be going with us. Our itinerary was light. We actually have more time for leisure and only allotted a number of historical explorations here and there. I guess, that's what I needed after months of overloaded with work and stuff. So off we go on a very early Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-ins were made. My umbrella was even left behind because they do not allow it for handcarry. Tesh went to the restroom to answer the call of her gall bladder and I was left behind with her bf, Pie. That was 45 minutes before the flight. From out of nowhere, Pie said to me that he needs my help and was opening his bag. I was trying to see what he was getting inside and out came a red velvet box, fully secured in a small ziplock case. Wow! Is that what I think it is, I asked him. And yes, with a smile, Pie confirmed that he is planning to propose to Tesh in Cebu. I want to cry in envy and happiness, of course. Finally, Tesh's never-ending speculation of Pie's months of weird actions have been answered. One of the nicest people I know is now ready to take Tesh to the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, inside the plane on the way to Cebu, I glanced at the couple sleeping near me. The oblivious friend of mine looked so peaceful in Pie's arms. Nakakainggit but I am also excited for what's gonna happen later. I wonder what kind of help Pie would be needing from me. Whatever it is, I am surely willing to participate. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7646456195873813197?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7646456195873813197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-is-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7646456195873813197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7646456195873813197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-is-day.html' title='Today is The Day'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-1965524957204178515</id><published>2011-01-12T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:08:30.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><title type='text'>BSB Items for Auction</title><content type='html'>In celebration of the BSB Fan Club Philippines' 5th anniversary this coming January 20, the club will be having an auction of rare BSB items prior to the event. Details are found &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56061&amp;amp;id=100000185512763" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this since I was not much of a collector. But now that I'm already earning on my own, I guess it won't hurt to indulge myself in something that I really want and makes me happy. Today is the first day that the announcement was made but I was surprised to learn that I wasn't the only one that is really interested here. The bidding price skyrocketed in just hours. I hope that I win, just even one of those that are for auction. This is interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TS15YqYT53I/AAAAAAAAAnY/VMZQAcE2rMs/s320/PB050804.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;uso pa ang cassette noon, so career talaga ito!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TS15Tf4aEMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/M02Iv4HuMW8/s320/PB050799.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pati ito!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TS15V0745jI/AAAAAAAAAnU/-TT4NqLoW-k/s320/PB050803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favorite album of all time ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TS15b1-HWVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YKTMuHjdo9c/s320/PB050806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;wala din ako nito. anubayan!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TS15QO6WmUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/kKPknrzyd4M/s320/PB050807.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at mas lalo na ito!!!&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/6942105930810633917-1965524957204178515?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1965524957204178515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/bsb-items-for-auction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1965524957204178515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1965524957204178515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/bsb-items-for-auction.html' title='BSB Items for Auction'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TS15YqYT53I/AAAAAAAAAnY/VMZQAcE2rMs/s72-c/PB050804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1504501740944174275</id><published>2011-01-08T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:07:20.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>It Will Keep You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TH9IKVhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nfetj1o1uZI/s200/aboutme.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any title to put here but just that. I put ellipsis at the end to give you something to add. For me, it's like this: &lt;i&gt;It will keep you feel alive again&lt;/i&gt;. And that's what my post is all about. For the past weeks, I felt alive again. It's just something natural for a person but especially for me who just met someone through a friend. I find him fascinating and it made me feel alive again. We were on this phase of getting to know each other and I want to know him more and I am happy every time that he will send me a text, or even one time when he called me. I'm contented to have simple things like that. It's a feeling that I haven't had for a long time and I am enjoying every moment that I have right now. I am not expecting for anything. I don't want to spoil those moments that I will have with him. I don't even want to dwell on any romantic notion either. It's something that I don't want to deal with disappointment later. Right now, I'm contented to being friends with him. I will just take the life's course to wherever it will take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1504501740944174275?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1504501740944174275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-will-keep-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1504501740944174275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1504501740944174275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-will-keep-you.html' title='It Will Keep You...'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TH9IKVhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nfetj1o1uZI/s72-c/aboutme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3785811480575534521</id><published>2011-01-04T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:11:43.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>My first post for this year! Happy new year to everyone! There is always hope at the start of every year and I hope that it lasts all throughout. I wish everyone good blessings, happiness and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3785811480575534521?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3785811480575534521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3785811480575534521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3785811480575534521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-8803251530688414926</id><published>2010-12-30T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:10:22.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Amazing 2010</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again where I look back to the year that was. 2010 has been an amazing year. &lt;u&gt;January&lt;/u&gt; witnessed the aftermath of our loss when my uncle Buloy succumbed to cancer last December 6, 2009. We went to Palawan to commemorate the 40th day of his death. As usual, intrigues struck us in all sides. I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs148.snc3/17569_285980672888_667552888_4458235_1029567_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;took the long walk from our house to my uncles'. ♥ the place.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;u&gt;February&lt;/u&gt; has been a memorable one to all the Backstreet Boys' fans in Manila as the quartet visited the country for a one-night concert in Araneta Center. I personally think that this was the result of our interview in Singapore with them. We managed to convince them that yes, there IS a large fanbase of BSB fans in the PHL and it wouldn't hurt them to drop by and have a concert. The night was a blast. It was more of a party and a reunion! I met my friends and gained new ones, too. We also saw Christian de Walden again, who amazingly knew us after more than a year of meeting him from Sarah Geronimo's mall show in MoA with Howie D. He also introduced us to VIVA big boss Vic del Rosario who was amazed at the bond that we have as BSB fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs474.ash1/25983_344493608176_695043176_3729551_210759_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;\m/ with big boss Vic del Rosario and American songwriter Christian de Walden&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs444.ash1/24473_369675707888_667552888_4775598_5076659_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BSB: singing their hits&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also in this month, our club also organized the album release of AJ McLean's solo record, Have It All in Music One Greenbelt, in partnership with Universal Records Philippines. And it's amazing to be affiliated with another record company to produce such project for one of the Boys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs248.ash1/17544_107586869257496_100000185512763_206240_6080279_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs197.snc3/20444_107658735916976_100000185512763_208524_502521_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AJ fever in Music One&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;March&lt;/u&gt; came and ABSCBN featured my uncle's story in MMK, which was actually very different from what was in real life. The story was according to the point of view of the kids in the choir and the family probably didn't have the time to correct it. Anyway, I started the countdown for my barkada, Marose's, wedding. And it wasn't a long wait because &lt;u&gt;April&lt;/u&gt; came and one of my bff got married in Lucena, Quezon. I was honored to be part of her entourage and witnessed the sacred event, and even appointing myself as the representative of our barkada (Ria &amp;amp; Mharge couldn't make it while Sarah was in abroad). Before I write this, I just received a message from Marose yesterday that she's now preggy. What a blessing! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs437.ash1/24123_419597887888_667552888_5196343_4978577_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 down! 3 to go...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Time really flew by so fast and it's &lt;u&gt;May&lt;/u&gt; already! Next in line in the holy matrimony is my officemate Jean and we organized her bridal shower in Malate's Victoria Court, complete with a male dancer in which I, personally, did not enjoy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs560.snc3/30625_431053252888_667552888_5483531_6893581_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my failed attempt to try doing a sexy dance, LOL!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This month has also seen the first automated elections in the Philippines and I have to wait for hours before I got my chance to cast my vote. In the end, Philippines has seen its first bachelor president and I say, goodluck to us. ;) &lt;u&gt;June&lt;/u&gt; is my birthday month. It has been a busy one for me, too, as I had meetings with our Asian Fares team from different countries in Manila. It was exciting to meet them actually and putting our heads together for an ambitious and mind-boggling project. I gained friends from them and I look forward to meeting them again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs575.snc3/31375_434928777888_667552888_5606282_380007_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;busy mode inside the conference room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs595.snc3/31375_434928827888_667552888_5606289_5741206_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the lobby on our last day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I also had my advance birthday celebration with my friends. First was with my high school barkada in TGIF Makati. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing actually. Chu just decided that we meet up and then after dinner, the crazy thing happened. They conspired to tell the TGIF staff that it's my birthday even if it's 3 weeks early. I had to pretend to be surprised when the TGIF staff came out with an ice cream with a birthday candle. It was  fun. And Laila had to go to the bar to make cocktails that was enough  for all of us. *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs560.snc3/30625_431664577888_667552888_5499484_2273757_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cozy by the bar while Laila had to make our cocktail drinks! hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs540.snc3/30625_431664587888_667552888_5499485_4311968_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;group shot with my girlfriends ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In another note, I also celebrated my birthday with my BSBFCP friends. Chats and I went to watch Robinhood (starring Russel Crowe. Amazing movie, btw) Then we met up with other friendships and had yogurt. ;) I always love spending time with my friends, even if it's just over a cup of coffee or yogurt, and talk to them until we lose track of time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs289.snc3/28125_432217512888_667552888_5519292_7551234_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yummy yogurts! ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A day before my birthday, I went to the PTAA Fun Run with my aunt and Troy at the Mall of Asia. Poor darling canine. Troy got tired after the morning exercise and slept all the way home. You can't wake him up even with just a slight nudge. That's how tired he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs100.snc4/36366_438941207888_667552888_5715051_1147208_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;group shot w/ gfs ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On my birthday, my officemates gave me a delicious treat from Conti's. I super love it and I don't mind having it every year! haha. Also, this was my last birthday with my darling friend, Odette. As I browsed for photos, I suddenly miss her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://l26.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-ash2/hs049.ash2/35816_439233737888_667552888_5725976_4151359_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with our mamits Odette (the one sitting)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Another super typhoon named Basyang hit the country in &lt;u&gt;July&lt;/u&gt; which left me awake for hours. It was scary. I could hear the loud whistle of the wind and we were all worried about our house, our safety as well as of our neighbors'. I didn't go to work the next day because I felt that I have to help the family in cleaning up our place. Then I also volunteered to make our breakfast. We all needed that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs240.snc4/39320_452150827888_667552888_6078546_6694955_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs236.snc4/39159_452150742888_667552888_6078538_5804214_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1184576766"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1184576767"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long-awaited &lt;u&gt;August&lt;/u&gt; came and that's because Tesh and I were booked to watch CATS in CCP! I'm so excited. I love Broadway musicals and being able to watch the run in Manila was such a joy! We scored discounted tickets c/o Pie's sister and at the night of the show, Tita Rina and Mia joined us. I love the show and the great cast. Kudos to Leah Salonga who sang with so much clarity, I felt goosebumps on my arm as I listened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://l20.sphotos.l3.fbcdn.net/hphotos-l3-snc4/hs309.snc4/40773_456566212888_667552888_6205300_6573352_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;during the intermission. I couldn't help myself but took a shot of this cat ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs309.snc4/40773_456566177888_667552888_6205294_149187_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Tita Rina &amp;amp; Tesh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Later that month, I went to Bicol with the parents to witness my cousin's first mass as a priest. Dubbed as Fr. Charlie, he will still be my Kuya Toto. I haven't seen him yet. He's probably in Japan right now for his mission. My trip to Bicol was also my chance to bond with the paternal side of the family. I took the chance to revisit the magayong Mayon and of course, eat authentic Bicolano spicy dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcaOQYH1dI/AAAAAAAAAak/caBP6Q-KoZU/s320/P3220137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuya's former teachers and friends were now making 'mano' to him&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs300.snc4/41321_463200857888_667552888_6392385_6017112_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the beautiful Mayon, hidden by the clouds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;PHILTOA's event in &lt;u&gt;September&lt;/u&gt; came and aside from the good deals that Mama and I got, it was also our first time to witness our bunso sing. I know she can sing, but I didn't know that she can REALLY SING. Amazing. ;) I'm so proud of her as an ate. Their choral group from Letran joined a competition hosted by DOT and PHILTOA. They may have not won but I know it's just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs217.ash2/48003_468042567888_667552888_6509389_2761771_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;October&lt;/u&gt; came wherein I traveled alone all the way to Bohol to witness my cousin wed her match, the super nice Buboy. I was one of the bridesmaids (again, haha)&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. My cousin made the right choice for a husband. The wedding was amazing and it was nice to bond with my aunts and cousins, had a very very good laugh and got to learn a few Bisaya words. I will definitely go back to Bohol because I love the place! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs713.snc4/63296_473484177888_667552888_6635502_5555502_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the newlyweds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs708.snc4/62842_473430532888_667552888_6634036_407408_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;wedding after-party at the newlyweds' new house ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This month also gave me the opportunity to meet my former classmates in grade school. I was excited to see them again, after so many years. And although I waited for more than an hour for them at the MoA, it was worth it. I had fun reminiscing the past and relishing the present time that we have together. I look forward for another rendezvous with them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs698.snc4/63877_478830347888_667552888_6742157_5020612_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my classmates from grade school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Before the month ends, I got the chance to meet the writer that I only see the name in the pocketbooks I read. It was a dream come true for me and I was even more surprised that she remembered my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMaIbgu5edI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6LM5anSKEBg/s320/SDC10277.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Martha Cecilia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;During a night of another fun conversation in Red Mango in Megamall, while the rest of the people were busy with the ongoing mallwide sale, me and three of my friends decided to go to Corregidor. Of course, I have to organize this. I have to make this happen. So, on the first week of &lt;u&gt;November&lt;/u&gt;, the four of us made our historical journey to the wonderful island of Corregidor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjUnIBE-7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/OpMkgjnsIHg/s320/group.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the Lights &amp;amp; Sound show in Malinta Tunnel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;During this month, the family also welcome the three new members of the family: the dachshunds. They are Judai (the mother), Tele and Tubby. I called the feisty chubby one as Tubby because she's mataba. and then my cousin decided to baptized the other one as Tele - para Teletubby na daw. Tubby is now under the care of my sister Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDsHs5zNI/AAAAAAAAAic/3cGiAyCa9K4/s320/71722_490524462888_667552888_6965851_437907_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tubby is the one awake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Another dream come true for me happened this year as I embarked on a historical journey to the North, particularly in the Ilocos region. I didn't pass up the chance when my colleague asked me to go. I love history and it was a field day for me. You can read my adventures &lt;a href="http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/northern-exposure-3.html" target="_blank"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO2xQFcQg5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/oSpYbLCAnrA/s320/PA230781.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;UNESCO World Heritage site: Calle Crisologo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25RxI6AyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9oY1rMGoOcM/s320/PA240948.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the Herecita restaurant, overlooking is the Paoay Church&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uGsE5DeI/AAAAAAAAAkU/uD0pcsjtM4U/s320/76934_10150093091472107_638072106_7671951_6275775_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't resist taking a dip in South China Sea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In &lt;u&gt;December&lt;/u&gt;, I met my godparents after so many years. My mother told me that she will be having a reunion with them in a small resto in Makati so I decided to 'gatecrash' because I really wanted to see them. And it was indeed so nice to see my two ninangs again. &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRw6NHN7OFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rw38TCWB2fI/s320/PA220697.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my Mama's bffs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since the last month of the year has always been a busy one for me as once again, I racked my brains to think of the gifts that I want to give to my family and my bffs. It's rocket science for me, you know. So that made up my December. I also met a guy - just last week. Wala lang. May maihabol lang. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. These are some of the things that made up my 2010. Hopefully, I will have another fun 2011 and who knows, a bf? hahaha. Most of my friends are preggy right now so my fearless prediction will be to be a godmother again. I'm excited for that. And hopefully, some of my friends will get married too. You know who you are! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRw8s-RJ1GI/AAAAAAAAAnA/R2xtFGQsCQg/s320/IMG_3072-logo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holidays, from C &amp;amp; T! ;)&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/6942105930810633917-8803251530688414926?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8803251530688414926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazing-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8803251530688414926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8803251530688414926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazing-2010.html' title='Amazing 2010'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcaOQYH1dI/AAAAAAAAAak/caBP6Q-KoZU/s72-c/P3220137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5074306931906319186</id><published>2010-12-27T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:49:03.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Regine's wedding vows ... bow!</title><content type='html'>I find Regine Velasquez's wedding vow so touching... she voiced what has been in my heart too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYBqDQ3wBkA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYBqDQ3wBkA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the text of her vows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mahal, ang araw na ito ay magiging isa sa pinakaimportanteng araw sa  buhay natin. Tinanong tayo ni Pastor kung bakit tayo magpapakasal. Mas  madali raw kze ang maging single. Pero hindi. Nung dumating ka sa buhay  ko, &lt;b&gt;pagod na ako at malungkot na ako.&lt;/b&gt; Sinagot naman  Niya agad ang dasal ko.. agad agad at ngayon, yun na ang pag uumpisa ng  pagpapacute mo sa akin at infairness sayo eh cute na cute naman ako sa  yo. Simula nga noon hindi ko na maalala kung paanong nagsimulang ikaw  lang ang iniisip ko, pangangailangan mo lang ang iniisip ko, and to  quote the APO "&lt;i&gt;HINDI KO MALIMUTAN KUNG KAILAN NAGSIMULANG MATUTONG  IKAW ANG MAHALIN AT DI KO MALIMUTAN KUNG KAILAN KO NATIKMAN ANG TAMIS NG  IYONG HALIK, YAKAP NA NAPAKAHIGPIT, PAG IBIG MONG TUNAY HANGGANG LANGIT&lt;/i&gt;." :) Ganyan talaga yata pag nagmamahal ka ng totoo. &lt;b&gt;Naging  mahirap ang simula natin. May pagkakataon na sumuko ako. Patawad Mahal.  Hindi ko naman kze alam na ito pala ang sukli ng lahat ng paghihirap na  iyon. Mabuti na lang at hindi ka sumuko. Maraming salamat.&lt;/b&gt;  Simula sa araw na ito ikaw na ang makakasama ko sa buong buhay ko. Alam  ko magiging masaya at puno ng tawanan at pagmamahalan ang magiging buhay  ko kasama mo. Ganun pa man may pagkakataon na makakalimutan ko ang  aking mga pangako. May mga sandaling hindi magiging mahaba ang aking  pasensya. May mga panahon hindi kita maiintindihan. May mga araw na  hindi kita maalagaan. May mga pangangailangan kang hindi ko maibibigay.  May mga oras na maging masungit ako ng wala lang. walang kadahilanan.  pasensyana hormones at 40 na malapit ng mag menopause. pasensyana mahal.  ngunit sa lahat ng mga kakulangan kong ito hindi nangunguhulugan na  nabawasan ang pag ibig ko at pagmamahal ko sayo.&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sabi ko nga kay Lord, KUNG HINDI LANG DIN IKAW AYAW KO NANG MAGMAHAL. Kze ayaw ko na ng iba.. Ikaw lang ang gusto ko..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Mahal sa lahat ng pinagdaanan natin.. ngayon naiintindihan ko na kung  bakit kailangan mag imbita ng kedamidaming tao.. pakainin at bigyan ng  entertainment at bigyan ng regalo para sa oras na pareho natin  makalimutan ang pinangako natin sa isat isa. Itong mga taong rin ito ang  magpapaalala sa atin para sa araw na ito. &lt;b&gt;Ilove You. I never been so happy all in my life. Thank you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaya.com.ph/12232010/ent2.html"&gt;No more sad songs for Regine! ;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5074306931906319186?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5074306931906319186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/regines-wedding-vows-bow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5074306931906319186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5074306931906319186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/regines-wedding-vows-bow.html' title='Regine&apos;s wedding vows ... bow!'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-545759942009598259</id><published>2010-12-22T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:10:27.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRGycZyAYSI/AAAAAAAAAmc/g0YrZ0Jj_I0/s1600/rdes-card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holiday Photo. 2008&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRGyftHDSEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7ZYx-UdUG3M/s320/2010greeting.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holiday Photo. 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I made this year's holiday photo again. A lot has changed for this year. Four of our colleagues could be seen in the 2008 photo but not in 2010. Feti moved to Sales Dept, Gelo resigned while Leng went to AU and Odette in PK. In the 2010, our bond strengthened and four faces were added: Xila, Libby, Dae and CJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-545759942009598259?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/545759942009598259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/545759942009598259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/545759942009598259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRGycZyAYSI/AAAAAAAAAmc/g0YrZ0Jj_I0/s72-c/rdes-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7346481922980676061</id><published>2010-12-20T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:10:41.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Chats' Purple Party</title><content type='html'>I realized that everytime that I was out soooooo late, I was with this particular group of people. But I love being with them. Walang bola. And I think that this is going to be our yearly tradition, to gather in Chat's house in QC for a sweet get-together filled with food, laughter and love! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRhb0r1YOvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hYWNSRS_0_A/s320/165731_484161566528_649591528_6237906_6351496_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ang pinaka-aabangang turkey ni Chats!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRhbxx_u8UI/AAAAAAAAAms/9O6sAS-YobQ/s320/33814_483958981528_649591528_6233816_2494203_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks like a family holiday photo! Happy Holidays! ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRhbyh4W40I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Cf1myP9CG5E/s320/63543_483956071528_649591528_6233778_7670515_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after this shot, I told Chats, it's like a cover of Friends (TV series)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRhbzwNrZzI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vRO4C_ryZXE/s320/164109_483960211528_649591528_6233851_6641664_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chats, my sister from another mother &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRhbwmEKSGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/YAaAfEVn9eQ/s320/PB030582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;preggy Mau, another sister, graced the event ;)&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/6942105930810633917-7346481922980676061?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7346481922980676061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/chats-purple-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7346481922980676061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7346481922980676061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/chats-purple-party.html' title='Chats&apos; Purple Party'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TRhb0r1YOvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hYWNSRS_0_A/s72-c/165731_484161566528_649591528_6237906_6351496_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8228456914765787351</id><published>2010-12-18T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:11:38.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQwNqiGvqvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MmeIhrhse_g/s320/DSC00973.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I've had my Christmas dinner with my colleagues in the regional department. We were in Rockefeller Restaurant in Greenbelt 3. It was only a simple dinner but full of fun. I had Boneless Backribs and a glass of red wine. Each of us took our orders and we didn't know that they have large servings. With that being said, you can just imagine the food fest on our table. We also had our exchange gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQwN0Kl1MAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/3XbrW19MXrU/s320/DSC00999.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;digging in! we're sooo starved!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQwN8hsjF5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/fl6DkJkDMzQ/s320/DSC01015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;not really likin' this one ;/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQwODkJDShI/AAAAAAAAAmM/5laLIs67Pzo/s320/DSC01019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was the only person who opted for wine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQwOMktpYqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/p-TGDa_mlXg/s320/DSC01024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my "dramatic" shot of the candle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8228456914765787351?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8228456914765787351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8228456914765787351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8228456914765787351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas Dinner'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQwNqiGvqvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MmeIhrhse_g/s72-c/DSC00973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-2063901507532903204</id><published>2010-12-17T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:11:42.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>Hold it...</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to IMAX's lobby in MOA when I passed by Starbucks and then stopped. I took a second glance and saw this teen inside the coffee shop and in front of -- an HP Vivienne Tam laptop! Oh... that so beautiful red lappy. It's part of this year's my wish list. I adore it so much. I wish that it's still available in PC shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuiJ-dyslI/AAAAAAAAAho/-xC9N54bd5I/s320/hp-vivienne-tam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-2063901507532903204?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/2063901507532903204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2063901507532903204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2063901507532903204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-it.html' title='Hold it...'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuiJ-dyslI/AAAAAAAAAho/-xC9N54bd5I/s72-c/hp-vivienne-tam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7353488821233924632</id><published>2010-12-17T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:12:50.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Tron: Legacy on IMAX 3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogcritics.org/10/12/05/149633/TRON-LEGACY-One-Sheet-10.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://static.blogcritics.org/10/12/05/149633/TRON-LEGACY-One-Sheet-10.19.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For twenty years, Sam Flynn (Garrett Hedlund) has been haunted by the mysterious disappearance of his father Kevin (Jeff Bridges), an innovative software programmer and former CEO of ENCOM International. One night, an executive consultant for ENCOM and friend of Kevin, Alan Bradley (Bruce Boxleitner), sends Sam to investigate a mysterious page originating from the long abandoned Flynn's Arcade. While searching for clues, Sam is suddenly transported to the digital world of The Grid. Aided by the digital warrior Quorra (Olivia Wilde), Sam is reunited with his father and together set out on a journey to return home. Encountering vehicles, weapons, and landscapes that have become far more advanced than before, father and son must evade Clu 2, an updated version of Flynn's original hacking program, which will stop at nothing to prevent their escape. - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tron:_Legacy" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pie's dad has free invites to the premiere night of Tron: Legacy in IMAX of SM Mall of Asia. I was invited and I could not pass this up because it will be my first time to watch in IMAX. So after office, I met up with my best friend Tesh and the rest of the gang at the mall. I wasn't looking forward to watching this movie because I wasn't really interested. But it turned out that the movie was somewhat interesting, as well as the cast is good. I can look at Garrett Hedlund in suit anytime of the day. Nice stance! And him riding on that motorcycle made me decide that trying out this form of transportation should be put in my bucket list. (haha) However, the plot became boring towards the end. And there could have been a better ending than the one that is in the movie. I won't tell you what happened. Just watch it. It's still worth watching anyway - for entertainment purposes, that is. I was only grateful that I enjoyed watching it in IMAX. I can't wish for anything more. Haha. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/esq-01-tron-legacy-still-120810-lg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, he's not Nick Carter&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/6942105930810633917-7353488821233924632?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7353488821233924632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/tron-legacy-on-imax-3d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7353488821233924632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7353488821233924632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/tron-legacy-on-imax-3d.html' title='Tron: Legacy on IMAX 3D'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-8067262431184607621</id><published>2010-12-13T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:29:05.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>What's in my Bag?</title><content type='html'>I have a humongous C&amp;amp;K bag and many wonder what could be inside? You can't find any thing fancy here. I just love big bags and I don't mind splurging on bags, as long as it's big. I considered it an investment as well because the durability is very reliable. Aside from that, I don't like carrying a lot of things so the big bag is very convenient for me. The basic contents are only the following: Fino coin purse (a wonderful birthday gift from Chats), red-colored black pen (another gift from Hazel), my kikay essentials, Nokia eSeries phone, iTouch, red umbrella, wallet, hand sanitizer. That's it. Sometimes on weekends, I bring my external hard drive home and put it inside the big bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how many times did I tell you that my bag is big? hahaha. *nonsense post. I'm bored again.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8067262431184607621?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8067262431184607621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-in-my-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8067262431184607621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8067262431184607621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-in-my-bag.html' title='What&apos;s in my Bag?'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-5746010505036683804</id><published>2010-12-13T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:30:00.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>2011 Starbucks Planner</title><content type='html'>I finally got my Starbucks planner for the year 2011. Every year, I collect them just for the heck of adding it to my collection of notebooks as well as to help the needy kids. This year, I wasn't in a hurry to collect the stickers because I don't want to end up in the hospital like my bff who had over-consumption of caffeine and her blood count went low (in 2008). Of course, without a blink, I chose the color that is close to my favorite red - maroon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQW3xKSIgOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hmBWYLNkYH4/s1600/5142493233_e7a1bbe1a6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQW3xKSIgOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hmBWYLNkYH4/s320/5142493233_e7a1bbe1a6_b.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5746010505036683804?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5746010505036683804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-starbucks-planner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5746010505036683804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5746010505036683804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-starbucks-planner.html' title='2011 Starbucks Planner'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TQW3xKSIgOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hmBWYLNkYH4/s72-c/5142493233_e7a1bbe1a6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-4825044271844781311</id><published>2010-12-13T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:22:42.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Banapple in Makati</title><content type='html'>Finally, &lt;a href="http://www.banapplekitchen.com/Banapple.html" target="_blank"&gt;Banapple&lt;/a&gt; has opened its latest branch in Ayala Triangle in Makati. I now have an easier access to great cheesecake experience without going to QC because it's so far from me (I live in the South!) I love their pies and cheesecakes and for at least 85Php, you can already have a Banapple experience with friends. Bff Teshie just had her birthday cake last month from Banapple Makati. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the proximity is within reach, me and bff will have more opportunity to do our favorite activity - eating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.banapplekitchen.com/Banapple_files/DSC_9212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.banapplekitchen.com/Banapple_files/DSC_9212.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4825044271844781311?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4825044271844781311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/banapple-in-makati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4825044271844781311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4825044271844781311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/banapple-in-makati.html' title='Banapple in Makati'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-8878746120283851315</id><published>2010-12-08T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:53:56.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>My feet are itching again and telling me that they want to go somewhere else ... like where? Hmmm... I have to make some definite plans by 2011. 2010 has been a year of idleness for me. I spent most of my time between house and work - and then some were with friends. I haven't had the time to travel that much. Of course, I went to Bicol and Bohol and Palawan this year but it was all about family. And the places were nothing new to me. I always go there. By 2011, I want to go out with my friends again. We will hit Cebu in January. Hopefully, my family will push through with Hong Kong in May and then Singapore in June with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TJXz4ZNfBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MyHioT-A7hM/s1600/P4050148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TJXz4ZNfBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MyHioT-A7hM/s320/P4050148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my plane seat. I'm a bum for most of the year!&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/6942105930810633917-8878746120283851315?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8878746120283851315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/traveling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8878746120283851315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8878746120283851315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TJXz4ZNfBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MyHioT-A7hM/s72-c/P4050148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7995045763867911740</id><published>2010-12-08T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:45:37.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Northern Exposure 3</title><content type='html'>It's Monday and our last day in Ilocos. But there were still places that we have yet to visit.We took our last breakfast at the hotel before checking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVVtfNRNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xabC7sIT8z8/s1600/149810_10150093069762107_638072106_7671651_1067439_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVVtfNRNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xabC7sIT8z8/s320/149810_10150093069762107_638072106_7671651_1067439_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really enjoyed Ilocos' longganisa. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We went to the market first at the neighboring city to buy longganisa then off to Marcos Mausoleum to pay him a visit. Cameras are not allowed inside in which I thought was good. As a sign of respect to the dead, I don't think it's appropriate that we took photos of Ferdinand Marcos' corpse. It was amazing though to see his preserved remains and at the same time, not believing that it's him lying there. So I asked the caretaker there about his height and I'm just taller by .5 inches. The reason that he looked unreal because they have covered wax all over his body to maintain the preservation of his body. Amazing, huh? Then after that, I'm just contented taking photos outside the mausoleum and the nearby photo gallery, which housed wall-to-wall photos of the Marcos clan. They looked like royalties and I just can't put any more words to describe how the people regarded them as such. The photos - as the cliche goes - launched more than a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVYHgiMyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/KpIUYcKeZ1g/s1600/PA251213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVYHgiMyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/KpIUYcKeZ1g/s320/PA251213.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the door of Ferdinand Marcos' mausoleum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVcdV19fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EMjYHnWLon8/s1600/PA251232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVcdV19fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/EMjYHnWLon8/s320/PA251232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;not the wall of weird but the Marcos' life - in photos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVaGLurZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Aqow8wc0y1Q/s1600/PA251230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVaGLurZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Aqow8wc0y1Q/s320/PA251230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside the mausoleum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After that, we have to go to Malacañan of the North but unfortunately, it's Monday and it's closed. We just took photos in the nearby Fort Ilocandia Golf &amp;amp; Country Club though before we push through our way back to Manila. When we reached Sta. Maria, Ilocos, we took time to visit the Sta. Maria church atop a hill. It has 85 steps and when you get there, you will get an awesome view of the small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVjAfGo-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p6ezKJUNSi0/s1600/PA261289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVjAfGo-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p6ezKJUNSi0/s320/PA261289.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVk22uNrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/w1jIHohNWXU/s1600/PA261309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVk22uNrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/w1jIHohNWXU/s320/PA261309.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the back of the church. they say that this leads to an inner sanctuary. I like the arch that the vines have formed over there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After the last church visit, we finally embarked on our long trip back to Manila. It has been a great, although tiring and jampacked, weekend but I'm glad that I was able to fulfill my dream of visiting Ilocos. I have always been amazed by the richness of its history, culture and food. I will definitely go back here, together with the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**portrait photos courtesy of Xi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7995045763867911740?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7995045763867911740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/northern-exposure-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7995045763867911740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7995045763867911740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/northern-exposure-3.html' title='Northern Exposure 3'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TPXVVtfNRNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xabC7sIT8z8/s72-c/149810_10150093069762107_638072106_7671651_1067439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8336318235654198035</id><published>2010-11-25T17:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:42:44.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Northern Exposure 2</title><content type='html'>We rose early in the morning for a long drive towards north of Ilocos Norte. That's highly redundant but acceptable, hahaha. I really felt being in the northern tip of Luzon when I saw South China Sea and even took a dip on it! *grins* But before that, we passed by La Paz first to take a glimpse of the sand dunes. Unfortunately, our driver wasn't able to go to the place itself where it became famous as the location shoot for local and international films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uGDkCRVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2LMarsVRJsI/s1600/76709_10150093051647107_638072106_7671380_278346_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="86" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uGDkCRVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2LMarsVRJsI/s400/76709_10150093051647107_638072106_7671380_278346_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this view was PEACEFULLY amazing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The driver took a stop at Cape Bojeador lighthouse, which is considered to be the highest lighthouse in the country. It was overlooking the South China Sea. Despite the old Spanish structure that surrounds it, it was still being used by passing ships. While at the lighthouse, I also experienced something weird. I just saw a ghost in one of the rooms (through the window) in which at first I thought was only the caretaker. But when I tried to check out the room, I realized that it was locked. I tried not to dwell on that. I muttered a silent prayer and hoped that whatever that was on the other side of the room may have peace and would not be able to hurt anyone. It's my first time in this place and I didn't expect to have such experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on with the photos... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uNVN-66I/AAAAAAAAAkg/DJbyitm-pkw/s1600/PA241018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uNVN-66I/AAAAAAAAAkg/DJbyitm-pkw/s320/PA241018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the lighthouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uLD-m6DI/AAAAAAAAAkc/W51VdoZa860/s1600/PA241015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uLD-m6DI/AAAAAAAAAkc/W51VdoZa860/s320/PA241015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of the South China Sea. I love this shot, especially that lone structure over there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also passed by the 'Acrobatic' Bell Tower. I didn't why it was called as such. I was frustrated. I wished they put out something that explains why the bell tower was called oddly like that. It was written in the map but when we asked the locals, they didn't even know what we were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uI5TeUiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R8zRlZUPXf8/s1600/PA240979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uI5TeUiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/R8zRlZUPXf8/s320/PA240979.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;acrobatic?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uPKX_CrI/AAAAAAAAAkk/DjxjlqRi3es/s1600/PA241022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uPKX_CrI/AAAAAAAAAkk/DjxjlqRi3es/s320/PA241022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the Bangui viewdeck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Pagudpud afterwards. The most exciting part here was being able to see the famous wind turbines that was first in the Philippines. I wish that it was able to supply energy to Metro Manila as well. I wish I am smart enough to know how to do that, haha. Anyway, it's exciting to be there. Those magnificent huge structures just blew me away (no pun intended ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uQ0LX_kI/AAAAAAAAAko/lbnokLSi0kc/s1600/PA241035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uQ0LX_kI/AAAAAAAAAko/lbnokLSi0kc/s320/PA241035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I'm on foot in front of these giant wonders!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Almost an hour after, we continued our drive to Pagudpud. There wasn't any Globe signal there. We reached Pagudpud around noon and had our lunch at Hannah's Resort. Great food but Herencia was cheaper though I must say, they have good services at Hannah's compared to Herencia's. (Di maka-get over, hahaha) I like the ambiance of the restaurant there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uS8E9SAI/AAAAAAAAAks/YNFhli79HA8/s1600/PA251068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uS8E9SAI/AAAAAAAAAks/YNFhli79HA8/s320/PA251068.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't resist taking a shot of that cute plant pot,haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After that hearty lunch, we were discussing about dipping in either Blue Lagoon or Saud. Seeing that wonderful blue sea made me want to try to take a dip. The large waves were equally challenging although I won't risk myself going further because I'm not much of a good swimmer. So we decided to give it a try and pass up on Saud. We'll do it next time when we go back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uFYPLv8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ko86nD9yfeo/s1600/PA251086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uFYPLv8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ko86nD9yfeo/s320/PA251086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;those waves were intimidating yet inviting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uGsE5DeI/AAAAAAAAAkU/uD0pcsjtM4U/s1600/76934_10150093091472107_638072106_7671951_6275775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uGsE5DeI/AAAAAAAAAkU/uD0pcsjtM4U/s320/76934_10150093091472107_638072106_7671951_6275775_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have to take some souvenir shot, you know ...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More kwentos &lt;a href="http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/12/northern-exposure-3.html"&gt;soon&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**portrait photos courtesy of Xi&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8336318235654198035?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8336318235654198035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8336318235654198035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8336318235654198035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-2.html' title='Northern Exposure 2'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4uGDkCRVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2LMarsVRJsI/s72-c/76709_10150093051647107_638072106_7671380_278346_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-746000511215334326</id><published>2010-11-25T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:45:30.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Northern Exposure 1</title><content type='html'>The farthest I've been to in the north was Baguio and I'm really excited to finally have the chance to go to the Ilocos region where time probably stopped in the 1800s in Vigan, baroque churches were everywhere in Laoag and beaches were virgins in Pagudpud. (Haha) I told my Mom about my planned trip and she wanted to tag along so last Friday, off we go to - Ilocos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO2xRLJU6rI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gVeJ-GT1g5c/s1600/155248_10150093026327107_638072106_7670989_5698412_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="86" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO2xRLJU6rI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gVeJ-GT1g5c/s400/155248_10150093026327107_638072106_7670989_5698412_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vigan at dawn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was quite a road trip. My officemate Xi has a driver who grew up there so there's no problem going around. We left Makati Friday night and arrived very early in Vigan - 5pm to be exact. People there were starting to congregate for their early exercise routine while we decided to start acting like tourists and began snapping photos of anything interesting. We've had breakfast in Aniceto Mansion wherein I enjoyed the Vigan longganisa on the place itself. I've had it eons ago but this was my first time in Ilocos and I took the chance to include this in my palate of breakfast! I didn't have the chance to take a picture though because of the excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight came when we're done with breakfast and as we leave Aniceto Mansion, we started our historical tour in Calle Crisologo. I'm looking forward to this because of the richness of history that it conveyed with just looking at the facade of the actual Spanish houses that were preserved in time. We're fortunate that we were so early, we lingered the moment of walking down the long street void of tourists. I had plans of donning a Filipiniana costume to get into the vibe of the place but forgot to bring it. Hahaha. Sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4vkswS1jI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LQ1yo8HxuI0/s1600/PA230780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO4vkswS1jI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LQ1yo8HxuI0/s320/PA230780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the famous Calle Crisologo in Vigan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the (literally) trip down the memory lane, we walked a few meters toward Crisologo Museum. That was at 7am and the museum opens at 8:30am. Lucky stars were indeed upon us because they allowed us to go inside already. So as not to waste time, we wandered around the house and found some interesting bits of history again. Afterwards, we took a very long walk towards the Pagburnayan, where clay jars were made. Amazing Filipino ingenuity indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO23EifRvzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/B3CQRREBUxw/s1600/PA230834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO23EifRvzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/B3CQRREBUxw/s320/PA230834.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;amazing Filipino ingenuity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO23JoJQQ5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/xfDCWY3qct8/s1600/PA230841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO23JoJQQ5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/xfDCWY3qct8/s320/PA230841.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning trip to the Heritage village, we drove to Baluarte for some bonding time with Chavit Singson's animals. Before leaving Vigan towards Laoag, we stopped by Bantay Church first since it's already on our way. The belfry is a lone structure, separated from the church. It seemed lonely up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25TZrue7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/ffezZEVjBww/s1600/PA230882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25TZrue7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/ffezZEVjBww/s320/PA230882.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bantay Church belfry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more photo-ops, we're off to Ilocos Norte. We reached Paoay around noon. The scorching heat wasn't a hindrance when we saw the magnificent church that I've only seen in postcards before. And since it's noon and we're hungry, we decided to take our lunch at Herencia. Unfortunately, the party of mayor of Paoay made early reservations and the kitchen staff prioritized them first before us, even if we got there first. I think it's unfair. We've been waiting for more than an hour for our food and the oldies were patient enough to wait that long. When we made the follow-up, they made that excuse which I think was really unacceptable! But the food was great and when I go back there, I want them to make up for the experience that we've had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25WBUGr2I/AAAAAAAAAkE/tdPnbwAmocY/s1600/PA240938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25WBUGr2I/AAAAAAAAAkE/tdPnbwAmocY/s320/PA240938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paoay Church&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25RxI6AyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9oY1rMGoOcM/s1600/PA240948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25RxI6AyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9oY1rMGoOcM/s320/PA240948.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the view from Herencia resto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25YJYr4wI/AAAAAAAAAkI/K92q5bF4Byg/s1600/PA240939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO25YJYr4wI/AAAAAAAAAkI/K92q5bF4Byg/s320/PA240939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are goats, confirmed by the locals. They didn't look like that in some parts of the country, haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After our stopover in Paoay, we went to Laoag where we have to check-in at Northview Hotel. I wasn't able to take a photo of the facade of the hotel but I can tell you this: they have a very nice and patient staff, even the manager was nice. Although some of the rooms are small, I didn't mind at all. The rates are very affordable, with an inclusion of breakfast on it. Anyway, we don't stay in the hotel for long. It's just a place to stay and leave the things while we go around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share with you the second part of my Ilocos trip &lt;a href="http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**portrait photos courtesy of Xi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-746000511215334326?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/746000511215334326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/746000511215334326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/746000511215334326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/northern-exposure-1.html' title='Northern Exposure 1'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TO2xRLJU6rI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gVeJ-GT1g5c/s72-c/155248_10150093026327107_638072106_7670989_5698412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-861944206989925987</id><published>2010-11-17T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:12:43.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>This is the first story from the Monarchy Series that I wrote way way back. The story is found &lt;a href="http://www.bed-head.net/aosfiction/home.htm#4" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I just thought about sharing it after I saw some photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The princes were like any famous celebrities ever known. Whatever they do, may it be a scandal or good news, paparazzi loves a picture-perfect shot from them and newspapers took every opportunity they had for the brothers to grace their society pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOJ8iaVPEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/XApXXgz4v8w/s1600/bieber-fans-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOJ8iaVPEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/XApXXgz4v8w/s320/bieber-fans-copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today isn't like any other ordinary day. There were screams and chants when the dashing princes were seen going for a walk from the church to the nearby national monument for the annual Independence Day tradition. Usually, the royal family would attend the early morning mass officiated by the Archbishop of Ortho. After that, they are going to walk out of the church and into the street towards the national monument along with the other churchgoers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reenacts what happened on the day Arkadia has finally been independent from being an ally with France. Prince Martin Bordeaux of Theo, the nation's national hero, led the people with the political talks for independence. On the day they were granted free reign from being France's allied domain in 1896, Prince Martin and his family went to church for a thanksgiving mass. Afterwards, the whole churchgoers walked towards the city's main open field, in which is now the city's big park in dedication to the prince, to meet France's foreign affairs minister for the signing of the diplomatic agreement between the two countries and the declaration of Arkadia as a free and independent country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="center" border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOMZYYuKZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vDwa-D86xA4/s200/royal-guards-parade-stockholm-4.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;img align="center" border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOMY3M6r2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Gl1XYdFbcqw/s200/royal-guards-parade-stockholm-2.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that everyone is looking forward to this day is the annual wage increase in the population's workforce. Arkadia is a rich country that is second to Japan in terms of advanced high technology and leader in computer chip manufacturing. It is a motivation for the people to work hard for the benefit of all. This is one of the reasons why most Arkadians highly supported their monarchy and the political Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in fine tailored morning suits, the family would often stop on the sidewalk to greet the people watching on the sidelines as they pass by. Such activity is a very hard task for the entire royal security team as well as for the national police team deployed for the celebration, to protect the royals from being harmed after the shooting incident with Prince Howard and the attempted kidnapping with Prince Nickolas months ago. But King Benedique insisted on pursuing the tradition amidst the safety threats. Everyone, even the princes, is looking forward to this every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm hungry," Nick muttered as he nodded and smiled to a group of girls who called his name. As he did that, they heard loud shrieks in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOC1h-AG0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/HuECEYa4yBE/s1600/0000108850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOC1h-AG0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/HuECEYa4yBE/s200/0000108850.jpg" width="122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You always are," Alex snickered. Nick stuck out his tongue to his brother and there were sudden flashes of lights on the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great, just what I need. A front-page picture of me and my tongue," Nick laughed, so did Howie and Alex. Nick turned as once again, another group of screaming girls screamed his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He really is the popular royal, isn't he?" Howie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sometimes I get jealous with all the attention," Alex joked. He waved to a couple of women who called his name and got a screaming response. "I felt like a pop star. The only thing missing is a recording album and a few concerts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick blushed when another group of girls called him. They even have placards bearing the words, 'Marry me, Nick.' The walk towards the monument is turning into like a fans' day for the princes. The only thing Nick could do is to wave to them and continued with his walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every year, all he could do is to wave and goodbye." Brian said, teasing his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm shy," Nick explained. The men laughed at him. There were flickers of cameras once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes. That's why Alexei turned to somebody else because she's tired of waiting for you." Alex told the youngest one. Nick ignored him and walked instead with Giselle and Anastasia, their other cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" Kevin asked when he caught up pace with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish Nick would finally overcome his shyness with women," Benedique said as he and his wife followed their children towards the monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, please, not Nick. Not my baby," Isabella told her husband. "I had enough from his older brothers." She turned when someone called her in Spanish, her mother's native tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Señora Isabella!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedique heard it too. Together, they stopped by the crowd and greeted the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Señora Isabella," the woman called once again and reached out to hand her a folded piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," the queen said and turned to her husband. When she glanced back, the woman is already gone. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-861944206989925987?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/861944206989925987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/861944206989925987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/861944206989925987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TOOJ8iaVPEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/XApXXgz4v8w/s72-c/bieber-fans-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8274432996677168603</id><published>2010-11-17T08:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:10:19.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Twin is Getting Married</title><content type='html'>Here's the latest dish to those who were still aspiring to be his princess someday: the most eligible bachelor in the land is now engaged to his ladylove - after 8 years! Bring out the champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it crazy, but ever since, I felt that there's a connection between me and William of Wales. It's nothing romantic though. I didn't even think about that. It's like incest, haha. We were both born on the same date, but of different time zones. The time were almost the same. I'm just a few minutes older.  I think my life paralleled his own. For years, I was able to watch his life unfold. I felt the heartbreak and the loss when his mother died and I literally cried as well for losing the wonderful woman who has changed England. From then on, I became one of the royal watchers who hoped that something good will come out of this. He went back to his 'normal' life - went to school and do his royal duties. When we went to college, he met the love of his life. I didn't. I began to take interest on Kate, if she's worthy enough to set his sights on. The media may not be kind enough to tell much about her but as I write this, it dawned into me that for their 8-year courtship, I think I should be just happy for them. This is one of the good things that I have been wishing for him. He deserved happiness and love after all those heartbreaks he's been through when he was young. I admit that there were times that I don't like Kate because she doesn't have a decent job that is worthy to create inspiration to lots of people but William loves her. And I share the same attitude. We, cusps, have loyalties to our family and loved-ones. I know and I believe that when William decided on this, he pretty knows what he is getting into. I wish them luck. And more love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lzezeIdZyeY?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8274432996677168603?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8274432996677168603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-twin-is-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8274432996677168603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8274432996677168603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-twin-is-getting-married.html' title='My Twin is Getting Married'/><author><name>intin</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/lzezeIdZyeY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-6562295558448237970</id><published>2010-11-10T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:05:33.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>My Dogs</title><content type='html'>I really love dogs and my heart went out when a family friend gave all his dogs to us - for reasons that I don't know. We already have a dog at home, Troy, a shih tzu. He's a very sweet little creature that was probably made of furball in his past life, hahaha. I love him so much and I was glad that my sister trusted me to take care of him when she moved out of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDtJqgI-I/AAAAAAAAAig/h2ZdGLveMXc/s1600/25803_385212452888_667552888_4826237_2456435_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDtJqgI-I/AAAAAAAAAig/h2ZdGLveMXc/s320/25803_385212452888_667552888_4826237_2456435_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDtk4izaI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ic4fjTuYqkk/s1600/62334_477642412888_667552888_6721799_5034312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDtk4izaI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ic4fjTuYqkk/s320/62334_477642412888_667552888_6721799_5034312_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our adorable Troy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, we have new members in the family. The mother dog is named Judai and she have two little darlings, Tubby and Bulinggit. That's how I call them. I'm just sad right now when my sister texted me and wanted to bring Tubby home to her apartment na. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDsHs5zNI/AAAAAAAAAic/3cGiAyCa9K4/s1600/71722_490524462888_667552888_6965851_437907_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDsHs5zNI/AAAAAAAAAic/3cGiAyCa9K4/s320/71722_490524462888_667552888_6965851_437907_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bulinggit and her sister, Tubby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDuLiX1SI/AAAAAAAAAio/MsEkrsNsZjo/s1600/47031_480533732888_667552888_6782491_2333859_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDuLiX1SI/AAAAAAAAAio/MsEkrsNsZjo/s320/47031_480533732888_667552888_6782491_2333859_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judai&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDusA0RjI/AAAAAAAAAis/LR-WypMVbTU/s1600/36149_490524372888_667552888_6965845_2629282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDusA0RjI/AAAAAAAAAis/LR-WypMVbTU/s320/36149_490524372888_667552888_6965845_2629282_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;feisty Tubby&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/6942105930810633917-6562295558448237970?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/6562295558448237970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6562295558448237970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6562295558448237970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dogs.html' title='My Dogs'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNpDtJqgI-I/AAAAAAAAAig/h2ZdGLveMXc/s72-c/25803_385212452888_667552888_4826237_2456435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3260110946778733867</id><published>2010-11-09T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:08:06.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Corregidor Tour</title><content type='html'>It was nice to go back to Corregidor again. It is one of my favorite spots in the country because of its richness in history. I like going around and check out the ruins of what have been one of the places that played a very vital part in the history of our country and of the world. Last November 6, I got this chance to tour again - this time, with my friends from BSBFCP: Chats, Edge and Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjTkW95ycI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WIrnVKm5pYs/s1600/PA200597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjTkW95ycI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WIrnVKm5pYs/s320/PA200597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for the sun to glare at us the day before and surely, it did! Scorching hot, I must say but it's okay because it's much better to go around the island and not worrying about getting cold and drenched. We also took the Lights &amp;amp; Sound show in Malinta Tunnel. This is the only place where I'm not particularly looking forward into going because I don't like to be in the dark and the tunnel is surely dark - and hot. I don't like the eeriness of the place as well, if you knew me better, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjUnIBE-7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/OpMkgjnsIHg/s1600/group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjUnIBE-7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/OpMkgjnsIHg/s400/group.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;souvenir shot from the official photographer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is the Topside, which stood the Mile Long Barracks, Cine Corregidor and some other barracks as well. It's just too bad that time that the tram didn't stop for a few minutes by the Mile Long Barracks so that my companions who were there for the first time will be able to appreciate the beauty and the artistic angle of the Mile Long Barracks. I wasn't able to take a good photo of it too! But I got the opportunity to take some shots as if I could pass off as a photographer, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWEaYlyaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6O3kv00ovDs/s1600/PA200552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWEaYlyaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6O3kv00ovDs/s400/PA200552.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the Filipino Heroes Memorial&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWIqm_MqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/L__7Sqctbfo/s1600/PA200560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWIqm_MqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/L__7Sqctbfo/s400/PA200560.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese Memorial Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWL0vRqdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Xq58PZ3T4GQ/s1600/PA200580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWL0vRqdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Xq58PZ3T4GQ/s400/PA200580.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;outside the Malinta Tunnel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWPITxpPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Fquq5l-_Gkw/s1600/PA200581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWPITxpPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Fquq5l-_Gkw/s400/PA200581.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tree path towards the chapel in Barrio San Jose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWSUxlWEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m3BOykdyGgE/s1600/PA200593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWSUxlWEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m3BOykdyGgE/s400/PA200593.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;barracks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWWXiyb_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/eULuIKrvAls/s400/PA200634.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;towards the Pacific War Memorial&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWBbYqi1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/glENFmuGuT8/s1600/PA200687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWBbYqi1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/glENFmuGuT8/s400/PA200687.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the view of El Caballo Island from the topside of Corregidor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWZzM2zUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t8JNnQt69xE/s1600/PA200669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjWZzM2zUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t8JNnQt69xE/s400/PA200669.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Spanish Lighthouse&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/6942105930810633917-3260110946778733867?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3260110946778733867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/corregidor-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3260110946778733867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3260110946778733867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/11/corregidor-tour.html' title='Corregidor Tour'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TNjTkW95ycI/AAAAAAAAAh0/WIrnVKm5pYs/s72-c/PA200597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5312621542430428429</id><published>2010-10-31T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:39:02.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Since it's Halloween, let me give you a dose of something weird with this photo. This was taken by my mother when she was in Corregidor in 2008. They were passing by a barracks (I think) Can you spot the ghost? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TM1w8YDVk8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/OEkkMIOf_FU/s1600/corregidor+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TM1w8YDVk8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/OEkkMIOf_FU/s400/corregidor+111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5312621542430428429?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5312621542430428429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5312621542430428429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5312621542430428429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TM1w8YDVk8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/OEkkMIOf_FU/s72-c/corregidor+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7711214741953979441</id><published>2010-10-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:32:58.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Still Ignored</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TM1vPur_j1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/gog2RwQoPVI/s320/PA160535.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BAWAL TUMAWID MAY NAMATAY NA DITO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TM1vPur_j1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/gog2RwQoPVI/s1600/PA160535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see this in Roxas Blvd but still, it is ignored. Lots of stupid people would rather risk their lives crossing the main road rather than using the overpass. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7711214741953979441?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7711214741953979441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-ignored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7711214741953979441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7711214741953979441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-ignored.html' title='Still Ignored'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TM1vPur_j1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/gog2RwQoPVI/s72-c/PA160535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3712013658463571406</id><published>2010-10-27T11:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:03:41.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My D-I-Y secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMedbb-QMbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VSGPJxjm90U/s1600/2672543042_a8381857c6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMedbb-QMbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VSGPJxjm90U/s200/2672543042_a8381857c6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DIY stands for Do-It-Yourself when me and my friends will talk about traveling. Being the nomad that I am, I also have friends who like to wander around and explore places. To be able to do this on a normal basis, there is the term DIY wherein we use to make our plans happen. We do this because we don't want to spend too much on traveling and instead, should enjoy what the place could offer. Here are my tips to be successful in planning DIY tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Know the place that you want to go to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify where do you want to go, what do you want to see or do there that suit your interests. This is the basic among the things to consider in DIY planning. For example, I want to go to Laoag. I haven't been there yet. I heard that the place is beautiful and I saw in photos the old houses. I'm excited to see that because I'm a sucker for history. So with this in mind, you can now start making your DIY tour without the frills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Start getting information about the place&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also includes on how to get there and what will be the best place to stay. In my experience of traveling cheap, I usually go to PTAA's Travel Tour Expo every first quarter of the year and Philtoa's Travelmart every last quarter of the year. During these events, you will be able to get information on various places that you want to go to, brochures and maps, and special deals too. Aside from these, you can also log online at Pinoy Exchange (PEX). There are lots of things that you can find online and PEX is one of them. The forum has a Travel section wholly dedicated to nomads who want to travel cheap. You can get the best tips from the friendly people who monitors topic forums there. I have been successful in my first HKG DIY trip thru PEX so I suggest that you may use this as a reference, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Subscribe to newsletter from airlines and hotels&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel comes cheap nowadays especially when the competition is stiff in our Philippine skies. That's right. Promos are everywhere. The tourism industry tries every strategy that is possible to be able to keep up with the economy. Cebu Pacific led the way to cheap fares and our flag carrier Philippine Airlines has jumped into the bandwagon too. Then there are the Airphil Express and Zest Air who can always be your other option when the two leading airlines have higher rates. When you go online, try to subscribe with their newsletter so that you can receive the latest best deals among these airlines straight to your inbox. As for the hotels, I learned that some also offers best promo packages for a minimum number of stay in their hotel/resort. When the time comes that you want to travel cheap, these email subscriptions will surely come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Know the alternatives&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should always be a Plan B or C or whatever it takes just as long as you won't be hassled by anything unexpected. When I travel, the only thing that I want to worry is where do I want to eat. With this in mind, I tried to outline the alternatives of my trip such as the alternative mode of transportation (or other airline for that matter), or the other hotel that may not be cheaper but nearer to the tourist spots, or the other tourist spot that you can go to if the other is closed and currently not available to the public. It helps to have an alternative, a back-up plan. It makes your trip less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Travel Light&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you travel, just pack light. identify the clothes that can be easily worn and doesn't crease too much. Plan the clothes to wear during the day and the night. Bring at least one pam-porma clothes just in case that you meet someone cute out there (but always be cautious, ha). And also, if you're the one who wants to buy lots of souvenirs, having an extra space in the bag helps. I also advise that you bring at least one extra bag, like those SM grocery green bags. In my experience, it helped a lot when I've had extra stuff that no longer fits in my bag. An extra handcarry won't hurt much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eat well&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our goal here is not to spend too much and enjoy the places, we also have to consider satisfying our gastronomic needs. Usually, the food is synonymous to a place (Chili dishes is to Bicol, Batchoy in Negros, etc). I suggest that you also have to research on the must-try food that a place can offer. If breakfast is not included in the rate that you paid to the hotel, you can bring a pack of soft bread and a box of instant coffee, bring along your tumbler and ask for a potable hot water from the hotel, so you don't have to worry and having a quick breakfast before wandering off will help you get energized for the day. But if you want to try the breakfast that is offered around, indulge. This is the only thing that I can advise you to spend on to. I love eating and trying out new food is part of the touring experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ask around&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps to have friends who have been to these places too so they can give you additional information/tips about the place. =)&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, this is it for now. Have fun planning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3712013658463571406?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3712013658463571406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-d-i-y-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3712013658463571406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3712013658463571406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-d-i-y-secret.html' title='My D-I-Y secret'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMedbb-QMbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VSGPJxjm90U/s72-c/2672543042_a8381857c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5459946689873998487</id><published>2010-10-27T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:00:32.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Meeting Martha Cecilia</title><content type='html'>I am a reader of Tagalog romance pocketbooks since high school and it was a dream for me to meet one of the authors of the books that I read: Gilda Olvidado, Helen Meriz and Martha Cecilia. It came true last Saturday when I received a personal invitation from Ms. Martha Cecilia through Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMeScA3lXpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/TWL1i93jeKk/s1600/mc11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMeScA3lXpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/TWL1i93jeKk/s320/mc11.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a fan mode and I can't help myself but really mesmerized at the moment that I was there, in front of her, talking to her and signing the first book that I bought. And the really amazing thing here was - she knows my name! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMaIZCL80ZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u66UhiSN3k8/s320/SDC10267.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only said my first name but she knew even my last name. Cool! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMaIZCL80ZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u66UhiSN3k8/s1600/SDC10267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTVmfuuxBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gQiw8sWpMa4/s320/PA130505.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Martha Cecilia's welcome speech at the start of the program&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTVmfuuxBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gQiw8sWpMa4/s1600/PA130505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was so cool to meet her and I would like to compliment her on her gown. Lots of fans/friends of Martha Cecilia attended the event. Since I'm a newbie in this gathering, I don't know anyone and I'm just thankful that my bestfriend was with me otherwise, I will feel left-out. I just enjoyed watching the games and the speeches. The food was great, too! And then there was the photo booth where I had a souvenir of the event. We were asked to dress up but since I live too far, I opt not to come in a dress. I'm more excited in meeting Martha Cecilia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMaIbgu5edI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6LM5anSKEBg/s320/SDC10277.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my moment! (",)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMaIbgu5edI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6LM5anSKEBg/s1600/SDC10277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5459946689873998487?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5459946689873998487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/meeting-martha-cecilia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5459946689873998487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5459946689873998487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/meeting-martha-cecilia.html' title='Meeting Martha Cecilia'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMeScA3lXpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/TWL1i93jeKk/s72-c/mc11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-2974485598251457238</id><published>2010-10-25T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:41:57.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>When you're in Timog/Tomas Morato area, the common thing that you will find in the establishments there are autographs/testimonials of the celebrities who have been in that place. In this photo, I saw the amusing autograph from Sid Lucero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMT2co4RZgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jS8fdGHhnjg/s1600/PA130528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMT2co4RZgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jS8fdGHhnjg/s320/PA130528.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his way of saying Thank you in Japanese - in a Korean mart. Kindly note that there is a conflict between (North) Korea and Japan. But the owner of this grocery store posted this one. Not a big deal though. Nice! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-2974485598251457238?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/2974485598251457238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2974485598251457238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2974485598251457238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMT2co4RZgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jS8fdGHhnjg/s72-c/PA130528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8500384471883679376</id><published>2010-10-25T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:10:26.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Supporting Tito Vic</title><content type='html'>It was the last day of campaign for the barangay elections and I joined my bff Tesh in supporting her father's candidacy in their barangay in Paco, Manila. It brought memories of the time when I was younger and I campaigned for my uncle's candidacy in the province of Palawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTY44GiLI/AAAAAAAAAgw/wt8P6lBOF5Y/s400/PA120494.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O ha. May drums pa sila. Pampaingay. ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTY44GiLI/AAAAAAAAAgw/wt8P6lBOF5Y/s1600/PA120494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTjPNRcAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vh2ajsXcER0/s400/PA120493.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: bff Tesh, Carla and Janelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTjPNRcAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vh2ajsXcER0/s1600/PA120493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTa9ZI5xI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uFnO-0UDcNw/s400/PA120489.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tito Vic as Kagawad, hehe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTa9ZI5xI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uFnO-0UDcNw/s1600/PA120489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTfsH1j5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/U3wNBeEYUUg/s400/PA120491.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braving the scorching heat as we go around their barangay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTfsH1j5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/U3wNBeEYUUg/s1600/PA120491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8500384471883679376?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8500384471883679376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/supporting-tito-vic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8500384471883679376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8500384471883679376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/supporting-tito-vic.html' title='Supporting Tito Vic'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMTTY44GiLI/AAAAAAAAAgw/wt8P6lBOF5Y/s72-c/PA120494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7893739226321255188</id><published>2010-10-12T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T12:43:11.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>Wish List Saga 1</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by my friend Edge when she started thinking about her wish list for the coming holidays. It's the only time of the year wherein, I think, we indulge ourselves with some things that we've been wanting for the rest of the year and will only be granted during the holidays when 13th month pays, incentives, bonuses, etc. are considered annual blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuhtlbZWLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UjfWxzuLhlc/s1600/hp-mini-1000-vivienne-tam-edition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuhtlbZWLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UjfWxzuLhlc/s320/hp-mini-1000-vivienne-tam-edition.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So for this year, I aimed to buy my own notebook. Not the usual notebook, although I still collect it and I welcome notebooks as gifts (I'm a happy camper). But this time, I want the electronic one. And I want it red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuiJ-dyslI/AAAAAAAAAho/-xC9N54bd5I/s320/hp-vivienne-tam.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HP vivienne tam laptop - quite something like this. What do you think? :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuiJ-dyslI/AAAAAAAAAho/-xC9N54bd5I/s1600/hp-vivienne-tam.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7893739226321255188?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7893739226321255188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-list-saga-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7893739226321255188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7893739226321255188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-list-saga-1.html' title='Wish List Saga 1'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TMuhtlbZWLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/UjfWxzuLhlc/s72-c/hp-mini-1000-vivienne-tam-edition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7560538779009826162</id><published>2010-09-25T14:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:51:52.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Yes. Dreams Do Come True.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(Blog was posted in my FB account last October 2009)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a Backstreet Boys fan since I was in third year high school. I never liked their song Get Down but when I heard the song Anywhere For You, there was no turning back. I am a die-hard fan and I don't care about what other people would say or think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to twelve years later, I am still a fan. Heck, I even have a business card issued to me with a title role as Executive Associate/Editorial Manager of the Backstreet Boys Fans Club Philippines. Now, that fan club was never a plan until a support from some nice people from the music industry was given to me and some newfound friends and we started the group which is now famously called BSBFCP. This was after the concert in January 2006 at the Araneta Coliseum. It became a part-time job that I enjoyed doing. I never get paid for what I do. All was done for my love for the five, now four sans Kevin Richardson, talented and humble men from Florida. Who would have thought that one day, some few minutes before noon of my parents' wedding anniversary, that I would be able to talk with four of my favorite guys in the world? And of all places, in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="center" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8728_183777782888_667552888_3742661_6368490_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Boys, during the taxi ride&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I booked a flight as soon as I was given the chance to represent the country to interview the Backstreet Boys in their rare appearance in the F1 racing entertainment show. I just cannot miss this for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I programmed myself that I have to be calm for the interview. I had to set aside my fanatic behavior to appear professional in this interview. I kept on repeating my mantra, 'Be Calm. They're just people too'. I guess it worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="center" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8728_183778507888_667552888_3742663_1429455_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fairmont Singapore, the home of the BSB in SG&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press conference was held in Fairmont Hotel in Singapore, 25th of September 2009. When we got there, there were other groups from different countries who also came for the press conference. Some were winners for the Meet and Greet while the rest were members of the media. I represented the radio station MAX FM 103.5 for this interview, as well as the BSBFCP. Whatever the case was, I'm still there, with a Philippine flag sticker on my chest and representing the country. Such a simple, yet challenging, task for me was very humbling and I'm honored. I will go down in the history as one of the people who have interviewed The Backstreet Boys, probably the next best thing since the Beatles, hahahaha. (hey, that's just me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before the press conference, we were treated with a listening party. The Backstreet Boys will be releasing their 7th studio album This Is Us and have worked with several talented producers in the music industry. The album is going to be great. The fans inside the club, where the press conference was held, were hyped by the great songs that comprised the album. My BSBFCP colleagues were excited. I am excited too but I'm probably the weirdest person at that moment. I was very calm, very relaxed, like I don't mind facing these men that I've been dreaming of for all these years. Actually, my dream didn't even come close to this. God has been so great that He fulfilled my dream but He made it more spectacular. I never thought that all along, He wanted me to meet them in person and ask them questions. I can't ask for anymore birthday presents for the next fifty years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes before the Boys make their appearance on stage for the press conference, I received a call from the office about some problem with a client. I dealt with it first and missed the Boys' arrival onstage. I didn't mind. When I saw them, I am still looking for that tense feeling that I will be facing them anytime soon. But I did not feel anything except being relaxed. Seeing them was just like an ordinary feeling, like as if they were not one of the biggest music performers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a warm reception from the people in the hotel's club, the InkBar. Questions were asked to the Boys, including one from my friend Lorry. She is my partner for the interview later. She asked about what is the Boys' favorite song in the album. Lorry even said that her favorite was Bye Bye Love which was well-suited for her because she just broke up with her boyfriend. There were 'aaawwwsss' in the dimly-lit club, even from the Boys. AJ, Lorry's favorite Backstreet Boy, said that he liked the song, too. So does Howie and jokingly added that he just can't sing it to his wife. Brian sang the song with an alternate lyrics: 'I think I wanna stay married/Baby we're better together' There was laughter in the crowd. Brian was in a singing mood which was a good omen for me. He's gonna be active during the interview. Somebody asked for them to sing a capella and of course, they sang so beautifully. They are so talented. Then, there was this girl who was called by the host to go onstage because she said she wanted to apply as the new member of the Backstreet Boys. She's going to replace Kevin Richardson. The Boys smiled and greeted her. She made an 'audition' in front of the Backstreet Boys and asked the crowd to sing their latest single Straight Through My Heart. The crowd indulged her and she danced, much to everyone's amusement. I think she's good and I feel great to be there and witnessed that everyone was having a great time. After she danced, and seeing that the Boys probably didn't know how to react but made a series of high-fives with her, she just said that she can also make good coffee. Brian commented that Kevin always make great coffee, too. Laughter filled the club again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the press conference, the Backstreet Boys bid their farewell. The photo op came next. The Philippines was called first so we went through the VIP area where the Boys are waiting. We were easily recognized because of the similar jackets we are wearing so when the Boys saw us, they greeted us immediately, with a combination of hugs, kisses and handshakes. I was able to look straight into Nick Carter's eyes and shook his hand. And hugged him. I was able to stand in front of AJ, shaking his hand while he asked for my name. I was able to hug and kiss Brian and Howie. Probably I'm too overwhelmed with what was happening that I didn't have the usual fan reaction. Instead, I was calm and composed that my Dad would be proud of his daughter for being so. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the photo op, we were ushered towards the hotel lobby. We went out of the VIP area and back to the entrance of the club for our interview. The Philippines will be the first one to interview which was great because we can still catch up with the Boys' energy and not feel their boredom if we will interview them later. Mila from MYX Music Channel (from the Philippines, too) was the first to interview them. She also brought with her some stuff from our fan club that we asked for her to autograph. How nice of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="center" height="186" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8728_183779577888_667552888_3742668_6949532_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the lounge area where we waited for our turn for the interview&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I suddenly become chatty - in English! Probably because I had to put myself in that condition so I could perform my task well. I felt so honored that Arlene (from MAX FM) gave the opportunity for me to talk with the Boys and I don't want to fail her. I was already internalizing my job when Janice from Sony Music Asia came to us and gave our cue for the interview. This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backstreet Boys are waiting when we reached the interview area. I felt pride in my heart that I am representing my country in this interview. It may not be as patriotic like others would have done for the country but this interview was something special for me and my dream. If it was not for my dream to meet them, I would have not studied hard and proved my trustworthiness to my parents and become successful in my career and now, going to Singapore, at my own expense, to meet them. This will go down in my personal history as one of the chosen few to speak with one of the most best-selling and most talented music artists of all time. This will also go down in my personal history as my best performance of speaking English. Yeah, that's it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not able to start the interview yet because Jen, their manager, was taking their orders for lunch. It was an awkward moment, us just waiting there for them to finish, taking in the moment that we were about to talk to them in close vicinity. The Boys were so chatty, talking about random stuff while we waited and then Howie snapped his fingers, prompting them to proceed with the next interview. When they were done, we are now ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four pairs of eyes are now looking to us. Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the interview started, AJ asked me if I'm okay with my seat. There is no enough seats for us during the interview that I had to cramp myself near Lorry just to be able to be somehow facing them and still be professional despite the discomfort. It was very sweet and nice of AJ to ask me about my comfort and apologized that there aren't enough seats for us. I said it's okay and thanked him for the sweet gesture (although I wished I could have told him I can just sit on his lap. Hahaha. *toink*) After the interview, AJ now have a very special place in my heart, hehehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorry finally started the session with an introduction. When she introduced me as a representative of MAX FM and the Editorial Manager of BSBFCP, she also showed the cover of the latest issue of the newsletter. The Boys were amazed at the beautiful layout - kudos to Lorry - but the four pairs of eyes looked at me and I only smiled. No, I did not do the layout, as I'm more involved with the content, but we don't have time to correct that because of the limited time. We only have roughly fifteen-minutes to do the mission! 1) To interview them 2) To convince them to put Philippines in their tour map in 2010 3) To ask them for autographs. Lorry laid out the agenda of the interview and after they said their piece for the MAX FM ID, I took in my cue to start the questions. And there goes Mr. Carter's eyes on me again. Ahem, don't look at me please, I thought. I might stammer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I did not. I began by telling them that since everyone would probably be asking about the album so we are not going to ask anything about it and tweaked some of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in a mild breath, I began. I asked what was one of the most memorable experience/s they have had when they visited Manila. Personally, the question seemed ridiculous because knowing that they have been to several cities in the world since their visit in Manila in 2006, they might have not recalled any experiences, except Howie who was in Manila last year to promote his duet with Sarah Geronimo. He's the only who answered, recalling his busy schedules of promoting and his two-day vacation in Boracay with his wife. He even mentioned about riding the multicabs and described it to the other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMkqRaONI/AAAAAAAAAck/L-TSyY30iVc/s1600/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMkqRaONI/AAAAAAAAAck/L-TSyY30iVc/s1600/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to switch to the next question so I just get on with it without preamble. I asked them that if they were not doing any interviews today and could do whatever they wanted, what would each of them be doing right now. And yes, the four guys were looking at me as I ask them the question. Prior to this interview, I have been watching video clips in Youtube on how they act or deal with the interviewers. They will really look at you straight in the eye, oh, those beautiful eyes. I could have melted right there and then but I have a job to finish. I personally respect them for their professionalism during interviews because of the way their sole attention was on the interviewer. And they would enjoy the interview if you caught their interest. In the second question, I think we did. The guys started answering stuff about what they would rather do and it was funny because they seemed to have a lot in mind and I can't blame them. It would be a waste to be in a beautiful place such as Singapore and not to be able to savor the surroundings. Brian told us about his excitement when he saw the sprawling green golf course from the plane when they arrived in the city. Later in the evening, he took Nick and went to play golf and he was amazed on how people accommodated them in the golf club and turned on all the lights for their convenience. Nick was sharing the story as well so I countered it on how challenging it has been to play at night. Nick and Brian agreed. Can I just kiss Nick? Hahaha. He is so charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked if they went for a night out in the city. AJ did and went to party at a club in the hotel next door. He said how he enjoyed the view, being able to see the part of the F1 track. Then I began asking if they ever tried the Singapore Sling, a famous 'national' cocktail. Howie and AJ did and Brian and Nick asked what is a Singapore Sling. AJ casually replied that it was a mixture of some alcohol that tastes 'just like a fruit punch'. I told them that in our country there's also this thing called Mindoro Sling that was almost the same as Singapore's. I was surprised when Howie said he already tried it and it tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other stuff that we have discussed during the interview. I only have two questions but it suddenly turned out that we went to talk about just anything we could think of. It was meant to be an interview but turned out to be somewhat like a laidback conversation between friends who haven't seen each other for a long time. When I said that the questions were done, they looked like 'that's it?' Believe me, I could talk to them forever. They were nice and very sensible, the type of guys that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also asked them if they have a message for their fans in the Philippines. In a matter of seconds, Nick began telling us how grateful they are for all our support, on how they have been working really hard for the new album and preparing an amazing concert experience for everyone. Brian added his thanks in keeping the Backstreet Boys name out there even though they were not able to come back to some cities for some years, the fans are still there to support the group. I said that the guys should try to visit the country soon as the first one they were there was in 1996, and came back 10 years after in 2006 and the fans were now waiting for any signs of a comeback. AJ quickly replied that they will never let that happen again. They will not let us wait for another ten years for them to come back. I surely hoped so. After their message, we gave them our gifts. Nick obviously looked excited about the gifts when we showed them and he asked for his paper bag. I gave it to him and he quickly rummaged through it. Again, there's this thought again - can I just kiss him? Hahahahaha. Then, they began signing up our stuff and the interview is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMs8rtjqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOKVzKN27RU/s1600/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+023_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMs8rtjqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOKVzKN27RU/s320/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+023_0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respect for the Backstreet Boys rose to a higher level for being kind and accommodating to their fans and to other people as well. I observed it as I looked around the club during the press conference and the interview. And I realized why I don't feel tense prior to the interview. Because despite their international stardom, I didn't feel the magnitude of their status as music artists and they are not acting like it either. Or let's just say, they are just like everyone else - normal people but with extraordinary lives. But regardless of that, their feet stayed firmly on the ground and that's probably the secret of their staying power. I love the Backstreet Boys more and the experience gave me more inspiration in dealing with my life and career.I also want to thank Lorry, the BSBFCP Head Coordinator, for being my partner in this interview. She supported me in everything, and boosted my morale prior to this interview. Without her, I would not have been strong and confident enough to do this and face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TP19Gd2Nk7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/SZSNOrT_yWk/s1600/P9031676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TP19Gd2Nk7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/SZSNOrT_yWk/s320/P9031676.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the corridor after the interview. I'm the tallest one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The past event hasn't sunk into me yet, on how close I have been to my favorite Boys, until later when I'm already back in the hotel, the sun is setting in the horizon and I was eating a ham sandwich with Lorry. I began to cry. Tears just came out and I felt so happy that I have done it. My mantra probably wore off because I don't have to discipline myself to be calm within the Backstreet Boys' presence anymore. So I poured it through tears. I am very grateful for the opportunity and thankful to God for the blessing and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have wanted more chance to be with them, even a solo photo with each of the guys but I won't ask for anything more now. Talking with them for more than fifteen minutes was enough. It was more than a Backstreet Boys fan could ask for and I am lucky. One rarely gets the chance to talk with a famous international group of music artists and I'm one of those people. I even have a video for a souvenir! Isn't that great? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really believe it now that, yes, dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="center" height="303" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs220.snc1/8728_183780092888_667552888_3742670_1587689_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;walang makakapagpa-bad trip sa akin for the next 50 years!&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/6942105930810633917-7560538779009826162?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7560538779009826162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-dreams-do-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7560538779009826162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7560538779009826162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Yes. Dreams Do Come True.'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMkqRaONI/AAAAAAAAAck/L-TSyY30iVc/s72-c/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-4821926943337004108</id><published>2010-09-19T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:50:17.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>I love to travel and I definitely look forward to my plans of traveling alone. I need a time off for myself to think about a lot of things, as well as to meet new people too. Last week, it was my first time to travel alone. It was liberating for me to do something on my own and this will be the start of my plans. I look forward to riding on a plane alone, going around the airport alone, going to places alone, try out some good food alone. Let's see what happens ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TJXz4ZNfBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MyHioT-A7hM/s1600/P4050148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TJXz4ZNfBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MyHioT-A7hM/s400/P4050148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4821926943337004108?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4821926943337004108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/traveling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4821926943337004108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4821926943337004108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TJXz4ZNfBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MyHioT-A7hM/s72-c/P4050148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7382401589346060573</id><published>2010-09-14T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:34:01.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Just Sharing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VNf4bDrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9B-2vYWCsZ4/s1600/thP3250249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VNf4bDrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9B-2vYWCsZ4/s320/thP3250249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VSmrwXHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AwNyxfVV1VU/s1600/thP3250250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VSmrwXHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AwNyxfVV1VU/s320/thP3250250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VWwZb-NI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1dC_qHlE9Ps/s1600/thP3250251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VWwZb-NI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1dC_qHlE9Ps/s320/thP3250251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My aunt took a moment to capture my reactions as we watch that very unfortunate event unfold on TV last August 23. I just came home from the office and I didn't bother to change my clothes because the way the hostage crisis was dealt with shocked me. I can't leave my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are not very happy about it, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7382401589346060573?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7382401589346060573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/during-that-unfortunate-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7382401589346060573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7382401589346060573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/during-that-unfortunate-event.html' title='Just Sharing ...'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TI8VNf4bDrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9B-2vYWCsZ4/s72-c/thP3250249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7506660408249483485</id><published>2010-09-12T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:52:25.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>This Will Go Down to the Bottom of the List</title><content type='html'>My mother wanted to go to HK as soon as she got her passport 4 years ago. But it wasn't easy to put it in our busy schedules until this year. But the recent hostage issue last month will now put this plan to the bottom of our list of places to go to. It will not be safe to go there now after hearing the attitude of the hongkies against Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxYAxQ_keI/AAAAAAAAAfs/avxYmaHj8oc/s1600/hkmo+324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxYAxQ_keI/AAAAAAAAAfs/avxYmaHj8oc/s320/hkmo+324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;in Nathan Road. 2008&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/6942105930810633917-7506660408249483485?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7506660408249483485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-will-go-down-at-bottom-of-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7506660408249483485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7506660408249483485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-will-go-down-at-bottom-of-list.html' title='This Will Go Down to the Bottom of the List'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxYAxQ_keI/AAAAAAAAAfs/avxYmaHj8oc/s72-c/hkmo+324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-7818912530656566005</id><published>2010-09-12T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:26:57.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Jumpshots!</title><content type='html'>I love doing jumpshots. It's the wacky side of having a picture taken and it was always fun when you do it with family and friends. There is always something memorable when you do the jumpshot and try again when the shot wasn't successful from the first time. The photos below were from travels everywhere: from the quiet environment in Palawan to the historical Cebu and even in a dark hallway in Macau, then back to the pristine white beach of Snake Island in Palawan;; in our grandfather's grassy field, to the hotel hallway in Genting Highlands and a tourist spot in Malacca (Malaysia), my sister's graduation, a night out in Enchanted Kingdom and a jumpshot with a cousin with Mt. Mayon in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxF8TLJqgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WRVoARS_xUc/s1600/PB150179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxF8TLJqgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WRVoARS_xUc/s200/PB150179.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGBcJk1LI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BNhSpBFq-Aw/s1600/P5030425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGBcJk1LI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BNhSpBFq-Aw/s200/P5030425.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGESvRHAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/p8uVjzr1Tso/s1600/P5030431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGESvRHAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/p8uVjzr1Tso/s200/P5030431.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGc8fVEjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/eeXY2Dw0LdA/s1600/hkmo+528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGc8fVEjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/eeXY2Dw0LdA/s200/hkmo+528.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGt-n4KbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UWDBth2tPlI/s1600/105_2005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGt-n4KbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UWDBth2tPlI/s200/105_2005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGzRKMktI/AAAAAAAAAec/rzfZ4nM6OBQ/s1600/105_2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxGzRKMktI/AAAAAAAAAec/rzfZ4nM6OBQ/s200/105_2007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxG2bVb1OI/AAAAAAAAAek/2vdhDYcBDKc/s1600/P5240649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxG2bVb1OI/AAAAAAAAAek/2vdhDYcBDKc/s200/P5240649.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxG4Cx0iCI/AAAAAAAAAes/knaNWJ5g460/s1600/P5240642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxG4Cx0iCI/AAAAAAAAAes/knaNWJ5g460/s200/P5240642.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxHWc-biqI/AAAAAAAAAe0/c-4BkIjqGcg/s1600/P9251963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxHWc-biqI/AAAAAAAAAe0/c-4BkIjqGcg/s200/P9251963.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxHwrO3XUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/u8JMQpGzzoc/s1600/P9272573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxHwrO3XUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/u8JMQpGzzoc/s200/P9272573.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxIAZzbsMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mbYx0D7dl88/s1600/joanne+grad+095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxIAZzbsMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mbYx0D7dl88/s200/joanne+grad+095.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxIoD5V2_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/NcZSm8YOUaI/s1600/PA290566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxIoD5V2_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/NcZSm8YOUaI/s200/PA290566.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsJAbM98zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xQ_embNjUNg/s1600/P3220196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsJAbM98zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xQ_embNjUNg/s200/P3220196.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6942105930810633917-7818912530656566005?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7818912530656566005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/jumpshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7818912530656566005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7818912530656566005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/jumpshots.html' title='Jumpshots!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxF8TLJqgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WRVoARS_xUc/s72-c/PB150179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-3577459918030929219</id><published>2010-09-12T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T11:16:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Palawan</title><content type='html'>I miss Palawan. I want to go home for vacation. Maybe, if I can score some really cheap plane tickets soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxFhgmiegI/AAAAAAAAAdk/V_dblhrJlhQ/s1600/PC270597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxFhgmiegI/AAAAAAAAAdk/V_dblhrJlhQ/s320/PC270597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-3577459918030929219?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/3577459918030929219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-palawan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3577459918030929219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/3577459918030929219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-palawan.html' title='I Miss Palawan'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxFhgmiegI/AAAAAAAAAdk/V_dblhrJlhQ/s72-c/PC270597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-8386333603232589519</id><published>2010-09-12T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:23:10.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Kwentong Commute</title><content type='html'>I commute everyday since I was in high school. From Cavite to Manila, and vice-versa, naging gawain ko na ang mag-commute. For the long time that I was doing this, I have observed a lot of things. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May mga tao talagang walang pakundangan na magtapon na lang kung saan-saan. Mapaliit man ng kalat or malaki, hindi man lang maisip na hawakan o itago muna hanggang sa makahanap ng basurahan. Hindi pwede ang ganitong ugali sa Puerto Princesa. Kulang sa disiplina ang mga tao sa Manila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May mga tao na dumudura na lang kahit saan. Ew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kapag puno na ang jeep, minsan pipilitin pa ng driver na magsiksik pa ng pasahero. May mga naka-angat na tao dahil hindi masyadong kasya sa uupuan. At ganito ang kadalasang mangyari: may maliit pang bakante sa tapat na upuan at ang mga pasahero, uusog at ang matitirang espasyo na pwedeng upuan ng huling sasakay ay ang tapat mismo ng taong naka-angat na ang upo sa kabilang upuan. Kaya ang mangyayari, nagbabanggaan na ng tuhod ang dalawa. May pagkabobo din ang mga pasaherong nasa paligid. Hindi nila naiisip na mahirap yun. Tsk. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kapag may mga sumakay na magugulong lalaki sa isang jeep at naghiwa-hiwalay sila ng posisyon at mukhang suspicious, tama ka - in a way. Kadalasan ay mga holdaper ito kaya bumaba ka na agad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi ako mahilig mag-taxi dahil wala akong tiwala sa kanila at madalas namang maaga akong umalis ng bahay so no need to rush and hail a cab. Kung sakali, maging vigilant kapag sasakay ng taxi. Maraming mapagsamantalang driver dahil akala nila yata, mayayaman ang sumasakay ng taxi. &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huwag maniniwala masyado kapag sinabi ng konduktor ng bus na maluwag pa dahil most of the time, hindi na. Wala nang upuan. Ang ibig sabihin niya na maluwag, 'yung gitna lang ng bus ang maluwag. Tayuan na. Huwag nang umasa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayaw kong umupo sa kanto ng upuan kapag nasa bus lalo na kapag rush hour. Hindi ko lang gusto na nakakabanggaan ng balikat ko ang mga 'behinds' ng mga taong nakatayo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my pet peeves: Mga taong pumapara sa hindi dapat babaan at mga driver na tumitigil sa hindi dapat pag-tigilan. Maraming tamad na commuters na kapag nasa destinasyon na nila, papara kahit bawal. Sila pa ang magagalit kapag hindi sila nasunod. Mga walang disiplina. May mga drivers na ititigil ang sasakyan para magbaba at magsakay ng pasahero at walang pakialam kung nasa gitna ng daan. Kapag nahuli, magmamakaawa naman. Mga walang disiplina. Kaya nai-impress ako sa loading and unloading sa ibang bansa dahil ang mga tao ay mahigpit na sinusunod iyon. Matiyaga na lang na naglalakad ang mga commuters kung lumagpas man o hindi umabot sa pupuntahan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mas gusto ng mga tao ang tumawid sa delikadong kalye kaysa ang umakyat sa malapit na overpass. Katamaran na naman. Ako, mas gusto kong mabuhay nang ligtas kaysa&amp;nbsp; ipagsakapalaran ko ang buhay ko dahil sa pagtawid lang, noh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxNNGDI6SI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Qr4vt4oi7K8/s1600/mmda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxNNGDI6SI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Qr4vt4oi7K8/s320/mmda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alizarinred.wordpress.com/2009/10/22/santorini-meets-mmda/" target="_blank"&gt;photo courtesy of ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilan lamang ito sa mga napapansin ko. Umaasa pa din ako na maging mas mahigpit na ang mga traffic enforcers sa batas trapiko.&amp;nbsp; Sana maparusahan ang mga drivers at commuters na lumalabag at walang disiplina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-8386333603232589519?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/8386333603232589519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/kwentong-commute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8386333603232589519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/8386333603232589519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/kwentong-commute.html' title='Kwentong Commute'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIxNNGDI6SI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Qr4vt4oi7K8/s72-c/mmda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-5890122051807689079</id><published>2010-09-11T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:49:02.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Day When I Interviewed the Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMhKo87OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1J6O6_gfnCs/s1600/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMhKo87OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1J6O6_gfnCs/s200/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMiZnA8VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_vhofgShnEQ/s1600/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+007_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMiZnA8VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_vhofgShnEQ/s200/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+007_0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMkqRaONI/AAAAAAAAAck/L-TSyY30iVc/s1600/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMkqRaONI/AAAAAAAAAck/L-TSyY30iVc/s200/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMmqEkuOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ce-DGjLqHuY/s1600/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMmqEkuOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ce-DGjLqHuY/s200/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMnwPx1wI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZpIMz_BdR58/s1600/Close+Up+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMnwPx1wI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZpIMz_BdR58/s200/Close+Up+Video+Interview+003_0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMpU_2XpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Te3yebkAZFc/s1600/Close+Up+Video+Interview+003_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMpU_2XpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Te3yebkAZFc/s200/Close+Up+Video+Interview+003_0002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMqzei0sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fNEwl2_R3-g/s1600/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+015_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMqzei0sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fNEwl2_R3-g/s200/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+015_0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMrrH45YI/AAAAAAAAAdM/JxuJEs8STpo/s1600/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+018_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMrrH45YI/AAAAAAAAAdM/JxuJEs8STpo/s200/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+018_0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMs8rtjqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOKVzKN27RU/s1600/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+023_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMs8rtjqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOKVzKN27RU/s320/FA-+Close+Up+Video+Interview+5+023_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;signing autographs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;very memorable. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-5890122051807689079?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/5890122051807689079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-when-i-interviewed-backstreet-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5890122051807689079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/5890122051807689079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-when-i-interviewed-backstreet-boys.html' title='The Day When I Interviewed the Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsMhKo87OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1J6O6_gfnCs/s72-c/Mid+Shots+Video+Interview+003_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1370835751132775116</id><published>2010-09-11T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:11:37.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Canyon Woods</title><content type='html'>Mom won free accommodations of her choice to one of these destinations: Boracay, Bali (Indonesia), Malaysia, Thailand and India for a maximum of 8 days! That's amazing and it was all courtesy of Canyon Woods. We went there yesterday to get it and was also presented with their membership package. We were very interested with the membership however, we didn't have the money to immediately give out for this matter. Anyway, it was still a joy to be in this beautiful place. Hopefully, we can go back again and be invited to become a member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsEqJ6NBJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sGdLt9KQnEI/s1600/P3290257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsD0m4uMpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/O8aEnrF55F0/s1600/P3290256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsD0m4uMpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/O8aEnrF55F0/s320/P3290256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and Papa chillin' at the lobby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsD8IOywoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-vnjpcOtEto/s1600/P3290258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsD8IOywoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-vnjpcOtEto/s320/P3290258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, that's me. Facebooking. Strong wifi, you know. Adik lang. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsEqJ6NBJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sGdLt9KQnEI/s1600/P3290257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsEqJ6NBJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sGdLt9KQnEI/s320/P3290257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok. done.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsFJZZ-sYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Eey-bdqwLpI/s1600/P3290273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsFJZZ-sYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Eey-bdqwLpI/s320/P3290273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was what Mama won, hihihi&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/6942105930810633917-1370835751132775116?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1370835751132775116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/canyon-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1370835751132775116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1370835751132775116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/canyon-woods.html' title='Canyon Woods'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIsD0m4uMpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/O8aEnrF55F0/s72-c/P3290256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-4137990426430545201</id><published>2010-09-09T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:12:21.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Music &amp; Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I have an unusual&amp;nbsp; love story with music and arts. Coming from an artistic and musically-inclined family, I grew up loving and playing (kinda) music. I have aunts and uncles who made music as part of their career, a granduncle who was known for his folk songs and cousins who made music as part of their lives as well. I, on the other hand, do not have the talent to sing that well or play that well. It was weird that I can read the notes but that's just it. How could that happen? Haha. Music has been a part of my life, too. Arts and culture are in the family's blood and they were certainly in mine. But what I lacked in music, I compensate with my talent to draw and paint and with the performing arts. I grew up writing plays and acting or directing them. Most were musicals, out of frustration sometimes. I didn't push through in making this as a career though because I have a wandering soul which compelled me to be more like a nomad than to perform. But when I had the opportunity then, it was very fulfilling, especially when I hear people would applaud to my work and even when I receive commendations for what I did. Now that I'm older, my interests shift towards watching musicals, concerts or going to art museums. Others may find it boring but it was a field day for me. I would go to CCP to watch ballet such as Giselle, The Nutcracker, Swan Lake or plays from Rizal's literary pieces, West End's Cats, my friends' performances to Carlo Vergara's Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah. My dream would be to be able to watch at London's West End or in New York's Broadway. That would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4137990426430545201?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4137990426430545201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4137990426430545201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4137990426430545201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-lyrics.html' title='Music &amp; Lyrics'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-7823695745485153678</id><published>2010-09-09T08:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:13:59.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgpZHG69wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/66DXz7razYU/s1600/Toy_story3_poster3-1-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgpZHG69wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/66DXz7razYU/s200/Toy_story3_poster3-1-.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never saw Toy Story 3 in the cinemas and I don't have regrets because it was a very touching story that I couldn't really help myself but cry. I immediately downloaded to my iTunes a copy from a friend when she gave me one. The first and the last scenes of the movie were the ones that had me to tears (even now while I am writing this) ... Letting go isn't easy. That's the main idea of the movie. Probably, for most of the fans of Toy Story who have grown to love those adorable toys, it wasn't easy to watch the toys going apart from Andy. In real life, it wasn't easy for us to let go of the things that have been part of our lives since childhood and within the umbrella of our comfort zone. But also in our lives, there are circumstances where we have to let go. It's either for the betterment of ourselves or for the good welfare of other people. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgo3eCyNeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3IF4897jZw0/s1600/34460_447158662888_667552888_5941787_6314396_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgo3eCyNeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3IF4897jZw0/s320/34460_447158662888_667552888_5941787_6314396_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonnie, hugging her toys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglvlHl1PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zMD6SgOdfj0/s1600/58372_468999517888_667552888_6532392_4498465_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglvlHl1PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zMD6SgOdfj0/s320/58372_468999517888_667552888_6532392_4498465_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andy decided to give his toys to Bonnie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgluIpIgeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oehWxvJ-9fI/s1600/47279_468999602888_667552888_6532393_6361778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgluIpIgeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oehWxvJ-9fI/s320/47279_468999602888_667552888_6532393_6361778_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the ideal candidate for Andy's toys. This picture is just simply beautiful.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglsHLOacI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KTfNuEH12U4/s1600/59274_468999662888_667552888_6532394_2406547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglsHLOacI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KTfNuEH12U4/s320/59274_468999662888_667552888_6532394_2406547_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scenes were really touching. Letting go isn't easy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglqoJ2HpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KIPJYwsY4YM/s1600/59581_468999752888_667552888_6532395_4166896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglqoJ2HpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KIPJYwsY4YM/s320/59581_468999752888_667552888_6532395_4166896_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andy had to say goodbye to his best friend, Woody&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglpyZ4AVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EO1J9U0Wp-o/s1600/58779_469000317888_667552888_6532399_2762546_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIglpyZ4AVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EO1J9U0Wp-o/s320/58779_469000317888_667552888_6532399_2762546_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;For sure, Bonnie is going to take good care of Andy's toys&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/6942105930810633917-7823695745485153678?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7823695745485153678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7823695745485153678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7823695745485153678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIgpZHG69wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/66DXz7razYU/s72-c/Toy_story3_poster3-1-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-9021913659319638747</id><published>2010-09-08T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:18:37.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>My cousin, the Priest</title><content type='html'>It was years ago since my cousin Charlie broke out the news to everyone that he has a higher calling. That time, he just broke up with his girlfriend. That's because he wanted to become a priest. I remember my aunt cried - not because she didn't want Kuya Charlie to become a priest - but it felt like losing him. It was a surprise to everyone when he announced his decision, especially to our family who wasn't very lucky in having several male members. Most of us were females and the continuation of our name was in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by. My cousin even went to study Theology in the University of Santo Tomas and we became schoolmates. I remember asking him about the cute seminaristas and he replied, stating that he's a man and it's not his nature to check out on men. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, Kuya Charlie officiated his first mass and he chose it in his hometown, in Guilid, Ligao, Albay. The family tried as much as to go home and support him in this new chapter of his life. It was an emotional moment for me. Although it was weird that he was the one who gave me the host, I thought about slowly accepting the fact that he's a holy man now, a priest. He told me that he will always be my kuya and that almost made me cry. He's the big brother I never had. I'm proud of him. I'm happy that he is where he wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZfFKNfiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UqTZMk4d-bo/s1600/P3220088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZfFKNfiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UqTZMk4d-bo/s320/P3220088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrance of the Mass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcaOQYH1dI/AAAAAAAAAak/caBP6Q-KoZU/s1600/P3220137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcaOQYH1dI/AAAAAAAAAak/caBP6Q-KoZU/s320/P3220137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuya's teachers, classmates and friends lined up for his blessing after the mass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZtWNobaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/39bA11N07ak/s1600/P3220179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZtWNobaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/39bA11N07ak/s320/P3220179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Kuya Charlie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZ9ReaXxI/AAAAAAAAAac/-n3U5bO3fr0/s1600/P3220181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZ9ReaXxI/AAAAAAAAAac/-n3U5bO3fr0/s320/P3220181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I will always be your kuya" - cousin Charlie&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/6942105930810633917-9021913659319638747?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/9021913659319638747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-cousin-priest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/9021913659319638747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/9021913659319638747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-cousin-priest.html' title='My cousin, the Priest'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIcZfFKNfiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UqTZMk4d-bo/s72-c/P3220088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1766834344287099031</id><published>2010-09-02T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:48:23.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm Going Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TH9IKVhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nfetj1o1uZI/s1600/aboutme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TH9IKVhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nfetj1o1uZI/s200/aboutme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512203811338472370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a long time since my last post here in my blog. I miss blogging and sharing my thoughts. Lately, I've been using my Twitter account for sharing my random thoughts. It's very easy and there's no need to elaborate my thoughts but I still miss doing this. I am looking forward to blogging again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ilang beses kong binanggit ang word na 'thoughts'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1766834344287099031?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1766834344287099031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-going-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1766834344287099031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1766834344287099031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-going-back.html' title='I&apos;m Going Back!'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TH9IKVhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nfetj1o1uZI/s72-c/aboutme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1391643529499548397</id><published>2010-03-26T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:14:51.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerbooks Summer Sale</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check This Link! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a class="select" href="http://powerbooks.multiply.com/journal/item/76/Powerbooks_Summer_Sale_"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1391643529499548397?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1391643529499548397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/03/powerbooks-summer-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1391643529499548397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1391643529499548397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/03/powerbooks-summer-sale.html' title='Powerbooks Summer Sale'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-4229670690941187633</id><published>2010-02-23T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:24:41.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Benefits of Investing Early</title><content type='html'>Check my friend Chats regarding the article about the Benefits of Investing Early. I did. Try mo. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here's something we have been showing prospects and clients for many, many years. Denial, procrastination, and lack of courage and commitment, all lead to a world of difference in results. The moral of the figures - do it now! It's time! And for those who have already started, love your policies and plans! Do not give in to the constant temptation to ditch them, or stop investing in them. No one loses but you in the end.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="select" href="http://rcas.multiply.com/links/item/13/The_Benefits_of_Investing_Early"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4229670690941187633?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4229670690941187633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/02/benefits-of-investing-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4229670690941187633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4229670690941187633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2010/02/benefits-of-investing-early.html' title='The Benefits of Investing Early'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-9148372158915632625</id><published>2009-12-05T05:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:17:20.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><title type='text'>Amazing 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm in the mood to write on what happened to me this year. Hehehehe... I had so many experiences and met lots of people, and so on and so forth... I met some good guys this year and one of them just made me really sad. I will not go to further details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7885" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/rkfrTkuTFRuQVbrj-Sohpw/photos/1M/300x300/7885/Picture-345.jpg?et=q8n9K7vRcPxotEkijZVBQg&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my officemates&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also got promoted in my job. I was able to re-evaluate myself to be more productive to the company I'm working with. I appreciate having these people around me and I love them so much. They may not believe it but I enjoy every working day that I spend with the team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the year where I experienced staying at the airport for loooooooooong hours due to bad weather conditions: first, with my family and second was with Mau in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/5866" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" height="240" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/Oo-ElvY35MRW6Hwh73DscQ/photos/1M/300x300/5866/P4300017.JPG?et=Ie%2CmHDlpELQZNHdEOL9PZw&amp;amp;nmid=0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and my mom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIciDkGUCEI/AAAAAAAAAas/C5TQtEml6D0/s1600/P9051769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIciDkGUCEI/AAAAAAAAAas/C5TQtEml6D0/s320/P9051769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and Mau&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still consider it as a blessing from God, especially after what happened to the ill-fated Air France flight. Being alive, safe and surrounded by my family and friends will always be something that I am thankful of. The summer experience at the airport with my family was unforgettable and I also had the chance to go on an adventure in Cebu - on our own, without much knowledge about the language. It really brought excitement in me. Things like that, getting lost in translation and the place itself, always had my adrenaline pumping, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7886" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/WMPDjK1OTKnu1pO6GgkTaQ/photos/1M/300x300/7886/P8101592.JPG?et=r56WRBNQCx7OffBUmlQP0g&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, with Edge and Lorry at Mau's wedding. We're the bridesmaids!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mau also got married this year. She's just one among my friends who got hitched and made me wonder, when will be my turn. A colleague, and former college classmate, Armi, will be getting married before this month ends. I'm happy for them. Still, I'm wishing that my special day will come soon, hehehe, but I'm not in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7888" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/rWqs+0inPUcJsTgBQdg5qg/photos/1M/300x300/7888/14.jpg?et=iFY092Nr0SBQTiOjqk7nJg&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Backstreet Boys at the Press Conference in Singapore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is also the year where I got the chance to meet the Backstreet Boys. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that was so unforgettable, I could still remember that events that transpired on that fateful day. It was a good thing that I didn't act like a crazed fan because I would not be able to perform the task at hand - to interview them. It was something that had me fulfilled as a fan although I know that there are still lots of things to do at the fan club. I will always be proud of being a Backstreet Boys fan and I don't care about what other people think about it. I'm happy because I know what I want and I'm making other people happy with the things we do in the fan club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa retired this year officially and legally. &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I was saying that because they mentioned it in a presidential decree chuvaness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7889" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/nKWdXBffXWjxzL4w7XMg7A/photos/1M/300x300/7889/P9151832.JPG?et=YL05bfPZwqZzDSNgkmeADQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa's retirement - send-off ceremony&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something we are partly looking forward to because for most of his adult life, he spent it serving the country. His dedication was remarkable. It was also emotional for us because we realized that he touched a lot of people's lives with just being his simple self. It touched ours too and we will always appreciate and be thankful for having them in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7890" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/YGI53Zo2c7Ur9b-KXmgnjg/photos/1M/300x300/7890/P9303169.JPG?et=BpTE3q8UwiMKquHifdzftg&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and Papa in Singapore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to travel abroad - with my parents for the first time. It was fun and memorable and I am definitely looking forward to go on another trip abroad with them. Basta si Papa ang taya! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami pa akong adventures that happened this year. May masaya, may malungkot. May nakakatakot. May life-threatening. It's been a great year. Thank God! Hopefully, ganun din sa 2010. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-9148372158915632625?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/9148372158915632625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/9148372158915632625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/9148372158915632625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-2009.html' title='Amazing 2009'/><author><name>intin</name><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/_vCB-bosfSWk/TIciDkGUCEI/AAAAAAAAAas/C5TQtEml6D0/s72-c/P9051769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6942105930810633917.post-1770172116052028289</id><published>2009-11-12T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:30:18.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><title type='text'>Going Offline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/7362"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/TmLqOyHLMdDLm2DJL2RysA/photos/1M/300x300/7362/MY.jpg?et=q%2BESjgVMd%2CwcpJ%2Bd7ltMhQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going offline starting this weekend up to next week. I've taken a vacation leave from BSBFCP muna, as well as from work. If you need to contact me, you have my number. Ganun lang kasimple. Hehehehe.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-1770172116052028289?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/1770172116052028289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-offline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1770172116052028289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/1770172116052028289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-offline.html' title='Going Offline'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-9145375819398729642</id><published>2009-09-10T06:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:15:32.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>the so-called bsb problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read and let me know what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this feeling in the world of pop music that they're damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they're old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they're adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that red-one produced their new single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good I just wish it wasn't Backstreet Boys..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask for a second why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cd's have they sold worldwide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much have they done for pop radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lives have they impacted and how many people do they need today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the States? Not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rightly so,  they're going where they're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there. The UK. Russia. You know, the countries which launched their dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, really. We're passing the buck because had Lady Gaga done the song with Red-One producing it, we'd be all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget their talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what they've done for a format, for a genre. For a generation of fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. We'll pass on what made us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the world can embrace them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true that prophets aren't known in their own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll not ever understand why we can be delivered gold and cast it to swine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense to me that we won't even pay attention to a group which has done so much for the music we played and to the sound we claim as our own as one of those in the pop genre. We explain away their relevance as being that which made the past possible without stopping to think that our female fans might just want to hear a bit of nostalgia which speaks to their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is missing in the sound of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which might be the sound of now if we just stopped to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying we owe it to them. I'm saying we owe them a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fans. And their fans. Will take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we make this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach out. We make noise. We stand up on that which we can control - the online universe - and we make noise which is free from marketing machines and free from radio station content directors who protect the product from that which might actually show what fans want to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and we keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a case. We buy singles. We buy full lengths. We go to shows. We support with that in a capitalistic society ultimately speaks loudest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pocketbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, those who won't hear will have to hear. And when they do what we as fans hear will be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This battle - although very clouded - is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices which grow in chorus often resonate loudest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... especially when it comes to the artists who make us feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, friends... this isn't over. It's just getting warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE: &lt;a href="http://www.blogtobia.com/2009/09/so-called-bsb-problem.html"&gt;http://www.blogtobia.com/2009/09/so-called-bsb-problem.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-9145375819398729642?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/9145375819398729642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-called-bsb-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/9145375819398729642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/9145375819398729642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-called-bsb-problem.html' title='the so-called bsb problem'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-6334571060576216872</id><published>2009-08-27T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:15:53.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>try niyo din!!&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-6334571060576216872?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/6334571060576216872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/personality-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6334571060576216872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/6334571060576216872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-2035606002113373672</id><published>2009-08-10T04:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:31:36.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><title type='text'>Few More Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 193px; height: 128px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/OtTQ3btX8h59cRCgv+iYxA/photos/1M/300x300/6726/singapore.jpg?et=bZ9FHqYsh%2B8rVh38lYiDpw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kung si Papa, nagka-countdown... ako din! I'm excited. Hehehe &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-2035606002113373672?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/2035606002113373672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-more-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2035606002113373672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/2035606002113373672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-more-weeks.html' title='Few More Weeks'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-4873289521855852044</id><published>2009-08-04T05:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:32:19.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><title type='text'>Why I Care About The Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I agree... That's why I care about them too, because they keep it simple even though they have so much to offer in the world. They don't make a big publicity out of what they do or try hard because they know what they can do, they know who are the people to trust, they know their fans and they enjoy what they do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" class="ha"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6737"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/O9SqxFFpDFsgVboldtgxlA/photos/1M/300x300/6737/Backstreet-Boys.jpg?et=iK9zwMAUdqh9X3M%2B4%2CV8Fg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="ha"&gt;&lt;span id=":w4" class="hP"&gt;Why I Care About The Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's not really because I'm some groupie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, Nick is a friend I've been drunk with before. Sure, his ex was my neighbor for a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, there was the time in Myrtle Beach... and sure there were the countless times in Tampa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sure, I slept in Tommy Chuck's guest room --- where he entertained some chick and she left the shoes under the bed which were - well - still there months afterward. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, we had 'em at HOT for a LBD a year ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not it. It's a bit deeper... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and it's not because they've had a career that has paralleled mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because they're a group of talented people who have persevered. They haven't tried to be N*SYNC. They've not tried to be Justin Timberlake. They've been true to themselves and to their music, and to me, that makes them real artists. They've had issues. They've had ups and downs, solo careers and softer cd's in the eyes of the critics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they've stayed true to themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we say the same thing? Can other artists say the same thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Gone was probably one of the best CD's from beginning to end I've ever heard.&lt;/b&gt; And I heard it a ton driving back and forth from Columbia, SC to Raleigh, NC to see the poster girl I was dating at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbreakable was an awesome CD with some songs that - well - connected with me at a time when I was with someone who made me 'helpless' when she smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember seeing Nick for the first time in - well - a year or so in Myrtle on the Never Gone club tour and he walked up to me like we were still in Tampa and was like "what are the BUCS gonna do this year..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real person. Despite what the tabloids might have wanted us to believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't judge him. What gives me the right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like the time when Willa and I... and NICK... sat down in Vegas and had a great time on the air live from the Radio Music Awards... right before he and I had lunch at some store in the then Paris Hotel (now Planet Hollywood) Galleria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They stay true to themselves and their music. That's why I stay true to them. Loyalty runs deep in our family -- through highs and lows -- and through it all, you stay loyal.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, that's why I support the Backstreet Boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've got a new single and a new CD coming out in a few days. Give them the chance. They'll move you again. I promise... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and If I'm wrong, I'll buy us all dinner at Sonic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed til tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://tobyknapp.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-care-about-backstreet-boys.html"&gt;SOURCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-4873289521855852044?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/4873289521855852044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-care-about-backstreet-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4873289521855852044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/4873289521855852044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-care-about-backstreet-boys.html' title='Why I Care About The Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-7272796962719148640</id><published>2009-08-04T03:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:33:40.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><title type='text'>Just Learned About it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosportal.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6726"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.aosportal.multiply.com/image/OtTQ3btX8h59cRCgv+iYxA/photos/1M/300x300/6726/singapore.jpg?et=bZ9FHqYsh%2B8rVh38lYiDpw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night. 3 places, 9 days. I'm excited. Sana matuloy. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-7272796962719148640?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/7272796962719148640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-learned-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7272796962719148640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/7272796962719148640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-learned-about-it.html' title='Just Learned About it..'/><author><name>intin</name><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-6942105930810633917.post-385035546948112811</id><published>2009-07-28T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:20:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Emilio!</title><content type='html'>I just learned about this yesterday, that Emilio Aguinaldo lived long enough to run again for Presidency in the 1935 elections. He was cursed to live long and endure the hatred of the Filipinos who blame him for the death of some of our famous revolutionists. While they were declared heroes and eulogies were said to them, Aguinaldo went through the first and second world war and even had the gall to run for politics. Personally, I don't like him, the way that I didn't like Jose Rizal. But that's just it because I admit, what we know was only what was written in history books. And although there were things to attest on what they did, I can't hate them because there was nothing you can do to alter the past anyway. Good thing was that I'm not a Cavitena, I only live there. Hehehehe!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6942105930810633917-385035546948112811?l=aosportal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/feeds/385035546948112811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-emilio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/385035546948112811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6942105930810633917/posts/default/385035546948112811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosportal.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-emilio.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Emilio!'/><author><name>intin</name><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></feed>
