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HTTP/2 200 cross-origin-resource-policy: cross-origin etag: W/"14edae16e2e7323a7b62c2376f9bbcc4472a2729993f06a31de5d027e32c0753" date: Tue, 27 Jan 2026 01:49:15 GMT content-type: application/atom+xml; charset=UTF-8 server: blogger-renderd expires: Tue, 27 Jan 2026 01:49:16 GMT cache-control: public, must-revalidate, proxy-revalidate, max-age=1 x-content-type-options: nosniff x-xss-protection: 0 last-modified: Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:28:58 GMT content-encoding: gzip content-length: 47436 x-frame-options: SAMEORIGIN alt-svc: h3=":443"; ma=2592000,h3-29=":443"; ma=2592000 tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223051492024-12-18T19:28:58.690-08:00Flight Manual for Dummiesbeyond the galleys and lavatoriesyurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-52742893305519997292010-08-21T09:50:00.002-07:002013-09-20T12:12:06.477-07:00THE TEA COFFEE DIARIES<div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> Chapter 1 - Take Off Never have I imagined that this would be the job for me. I guess I was mistaken. It's not a secret how we were before I left. We are still slowly climbing back up but I guess we are far better off. Though sacrifices had to be made. I had to go.. and I had to let go and be broken for the first time. He pushed me to be here. He was perhaps the reason why I'm here because he promised that he would come follow as soon as he can. But it didn't happen. It did not happen. <a name='more'></a> Ever since the day I met Finn , my life changed. I remember the night I saw him. . We met for a casual date and after a few drinks things did not get any better. Like in the movies, it was rainy and it has all the the elements of taboo but for me nothing was forbidden. when he turned his engine on, his brown eyes met mine. Luring me to his soft lips. I didn't even have a clear picture of his face but something in me was boiling that moment and reached for a kiss. Everything stop. I saw the rain drops as still as crystals hanging over the misty air. The space swirled and it was foggy. I closed my eyes and my hands... my whole body was working voluntarily, trembling and very very warm. Apart from feeling the butterflies inside me, all I know was i was sweating profusely, and my breathing was getting rapid, I was pulsating in desire until finally we both succumbed to the quietness of the night. I kept my eyes close. I never knew him... but somehow I've been waiting for Finn to happen. Finn was a good guy. Dominating but he's the type that would listen. Big built that holding to his arms whenever we walk made me felt secure. I always considered myself a damsel in distress and somehow I want a man who would be mean to others but is very loving to me. Just like your typical Arnie movie. He is a living cliche- talk, dark and handsome. I know was lucky! I didn't mind that his family would not accept take me as his partner for as long as the man i want was with me, for as long as he wants me, i couldn't care less. We would drive by the country side on weekends, walk by the beach, pretend to be a couple on open houses and fantasize having our own home, and our own bedroom. I was a Stepford wife and he was my Stepford husband out for a weekend on Hamptons. I never thought i would meet someone like him but i did. He flies in out and of the country, so whenever he's away immediately he would call me as soon as he arrives in or outstation. As i was still trying to finish school, every time my duty would finish, he would fetch me and we'll have dinner. From gourmet to street, we didn't mind for as long as we're together whenever it's possible. At the end of every memorable rendezvous, I would send him down the street until he gets a cab. We would fight, argue, kiss and make up while waiting for his ride home. This was my favorite part of it all and it was his too. Opportunity knocked and I welcomed it with both arms. I never wasted any effort knowing what my life goal is. I knew being in the hospital, confined to a laboratory is not what pictured myself doing. The ad presented itself and it was a calling I need to respond to. Finn supported me throughout. I guess he was happy. He bought me all the stuff I needed for the interview, he practiced with me, and asked the silliest job interview questions. The time I got the job was the time reality struck Finn and everything changed from then on. He was often moody and lifeless. I asked him all i needed was for him to stop me and i would do it. But he would just say , "you need to do this. I will be there". He did not want to be selfish I know but actually I want him to be. I had to let go. On the night I was to leave, He had an earlier flight to San Francisco. We went to get a cab to the airport and it was a walk to remember. No usual taunting, teasing or laughter. No smirking, no funny faces, no holding of hands. Amidst the noise surrounding us, I didn't hear anything but my heart beat and my heavy breathing. We were like strangers and we did not know how to start until finally it was time for him to take the taxi. Before he went inside, he suddenly reached for me. Again, just like the first time we met, time went still. the crowd froze, the traffic stopped, and it was just us. I knew he wanted to say something as his both hands gripped my numbing arms. I saw tears forming from his eyes as he tried to stop himself from saying something. He released me and said "open this note as soon as you're in the plane...you have to promise." He quickly jumped to the cab and closed it. He didn't even bother looking back. I felt offended but i guess i needed to understand that parting is never easy. Parting not knowing if it would be the last time or not is never easy... I kept my word and soon after take-off, I read his note. "Dearest Trish, It would be hard to come back after San Francisco without you in Manila. I don't know how to start but i will try. Wait for me.. I'll be there soon. PS. check your filofax. i kept a few dollars inside. please use it to call me. Yours forever, Finn" I quickly reached for my bag... looked for my filofax and inserted in between the pages are post-it reminders of our monthsaries and a few sweet nothings from him. My heart burned and my eyes swell. Looking out, I reminded myself. You wanted this now stop crying. </div> yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-91720014236024863832009-01-25T20:41:00.023-08:002013-09-20T12:12:44.652-07:00Break It Down Y'all!I know sometimes it is very difficult to express how you are feeling. We cannot decipher those emotions that incessantly swirl in our heads and take over our whole being. We are protracted to shallow restlessness and anxiety that instead of coming to our own reverie, we misinterpret it as chronic self-inflicted depression. I'm guilty of this. Especially if im so into the book that i'm reading, so emphatic to the feelings of the character in the mushy-trashy movie that i am watching, or (presently...) the song or songs i heard that's now on repeat mode in my mind. Allow me to curl up and slowly sink to my own little world, my fantasies with (take note) it's own soundtrack. let these lines speak for me and i hope somehow it would come across. <a name='more'></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ylTiLZssmLbb5Lc7lbgmLeUPOK1dokEAiG0MmHBhC9-nP27YYUssC5fEoHaBKGs20FXd8198yHroHCb6vsra4hE2fda992bBzDAd_n3hOq5jlbxurrhBmg51iPNTFeVWd0KJ/s1600-h/fyeo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295480208811710338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ylTiLZssmLbb5Lc7lbgmLeUPOK1dokEAiG0MmHBhC9-nP27YYUssC5fEoHaBKGs20FXd8198yHroHCb6vsra4hE2fda992bBzDAd_n3hOq5jlbxurrhBmg51iPNTFeVWd0KJ/s200/fyeo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>For Your Eyes Only - Sheena Easton I've let go of myself, It's all here right infront of you. Please look into my eyes and see through me. "For your eyes only, the nights are never cold You really know me, that's all I need to know Maybe I'm an open book because I know you're mine But you won't need to read between the lines" <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fcamsworld.virginradioblog.fr%2Fcamsworld%2Ffiles%2Ffor_your_eyes_only.mp3&song_title=Sheena+Easton+-+For+Your+Eyes+Only (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fcamsworld.virginradioblog.fr%2Fcamsworld%2Ffiles%2Ffor_your_eyes_only.mp3&song_title=Sheena+Easton+-+For+Your+Eyes+Only (found on AIRMP3.net)"></object> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg773PcArEpvM-7xImVi_2384Pk3JSAhxZXROvAoeIPsqvCg2zqbmGg_SuQbZ2Ah_Ia5Z_dl8MTYsn7GwJCKt1xUmzISvY5ntQ5ng8FoZTOzmUjYZaky6hFNTH6I5YKaBvIokO7/s1600-h/THE+BELLS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478866553149458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg773PcArEpvM-7xImVi_2384Pk3JSAhxZXROvAoeIPsqvCg2zqbmGg_SuQbZ2Ah_Ia5Z_dl8MTYsn7GwJCKt1xUmzISvY5ntQ5ng8FoZTOzmUjYZaky6hFNTH6I5YKaBvIokO7/s200/THE+BELLS.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>Stay Awhile - The Bells If i could only freeze each moments in frames, being with you at any time is all that matters, but time is always against me. "How he makes me quiver How he makes me smile With all this love I have to give him I guess I'm gonna stay with him awhile" <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Ffusion45.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Faudio%2F2008%2F20%2520Guilty%2520Pleasures%2FThe%2520Bells%2520-%2520Stay%2520Awhile.mp3&song_title=The+Bells+-+Stay+Awhile (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Ffusion45.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Faudio%2F2008%2F20%2520Guilty%2520Pleasures%2FThe%2520Bells%2520-%2520Stay%2520Awhile.mp3&song_title=The+Bells+-+Stay+Awhile (found on AIRMP3.net)"></object> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl69ngGX8LEYeV5pKJ59nr0-xsnH_Eu-Z6T64QaPt913Xtsos08y9zquWq-ombbNiXWkJjIQ__AMQVlyZBGtkuQ8vKVjYzyaptWiCC_5j3UMc4o0A4IYYn1p6YKNlAQC7N_-h9/s1600-h/danhillauto.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478426937286786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl69ngGX8LEYeV5pKJ59nr0-xsnH_Eu-Z6T64QaPt913Xtsos08y9zquWq-ombbNiXWkJjIQ__AMQVlyZBGtkuQ8vKVjYzyaptWiCC_5j3UMc4o0A4IYYn1p6YKNlAQC7N_-h9/s200/danhillauto.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>Sometimes When We Touch - Dan Hill Whenever we touch, whenever i feel you, it's torture that I cannot numbed myself to keep me from falling... "And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide" <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fuser.chollian.net%2F%7Ejaehee21%2FDAN%2520HILL%2520-%2520SOMETIMES%2520WHEN%2520WE%2520TOUCH.MP3&song_title=Dan+Hill+-+Sometimes+When+We+Touch (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fuser.chollian.net%2F%7Ejaehee21%2FDAN%2520HILL%2520-%2520SOMETIMES%2520WHEN%2520WE%2520TOUCH.MP3&song_title=Dan+Hill+-+Sometimes+When+We+Touch (found on AIRMP3.net)"></object> <a href="https://www.airmp3.net/search/-sometimes_when_we_touch/mp3/Xa2"> </a></div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjza1hH2fwVx0qcyjWIHO-vTr3ksCyc-PKpmZFwWnjhBPzfyNGtBuV106ppwI1FtdH3o0WQrPWrLEfugxY6smpNfHvXcQYYvQhB0hBy7h4i39ze96W3BhxwW-6RYEa200AW3ZJS/s1600-h/TIFFANY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295476741742999058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjza1hH2fwVx0qcyjWIHO-vTr3ksCyc-PKpmZFwWnjhBPzfyNGtBuV106ppwI1FtdH3o0WQrPWrLEfugxY6smpNfHvXcQYYvQhB0hBy7h4i39ze96W3BhxwW-6RYEa200AW3ZJS/s200/TIFFANY.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 195px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>Could've Been - Tiffany Might be everything to me and might not mean anything to you. I know... that's how you think it should be. "Every time I get my hopes up, They always seem to fall. Still what could've been, Is better than, What could never be at all" <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moonhsu.com%2Fcouldvebeen.mp3&song_title=Mandy+Moore+-+Could%27ve+Been (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moonhsu.com%2Fcouldvebeen.mp3&song_title=Mandy+Moore+-+Could%27ve+Been (found on AIRMP3.net)"></object> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLofDKv10UQc5h4l2Xvx1jdPBYJV8cbkE3lGoI0ZIrXmXvaLGSnzWNnDJripfOZc1PnEcB5fyleFrFi8jnM-Tev4iTOue-MQ71rBXv11DHWR0KnI5yU_Hsm0vYaLqa5pojZYWN/s1600-h/BRUISE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295473932698868770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLofDKv10UQc5h4l2Xvx1jdPBYJV8cbkE3lGoI0ZIrXmXvaLGSnzWNnDJripfOZc1PnEcB5fyleFrFi8jnM-Tev4iTOue-MQ71rBXv11DHWR0KnI5yU_Hsm0vYaLqa5pojZYWN/s200/BRUISE.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>I Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield The facade you see, the lies I utter is me on defense. I am too sensitive and I bruise easily. "My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow" <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.seeqpod.com%2Fapi%2Fyoutube.com%2Ffetch%3Ft%3Df013c27b8cb097254034e52c3c143ead37ec371ea26d983f01a34f004e8031ed74d52f7ae9c44ee%26h%3D03449bfe28836be32c92d9890b29e7244f6e203a&song_title=natasha+bedingfield+-+Natasha+Bedingfield+-+I+Bruise+Easily (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.seeqpod.com%2Fapi%2Fyoutube.com%2Ffetch%3Ft%3Df013c27b8cb097254034e52c3c143ead37ec371ea26d983f01a34f004e8031ed74d52f7ae9c44ee%26h%3D03449bfe28836be32c92d9890b29e7244f6e203a&song_title=natasha+bedingfield+-+Natasha+Bedingfield+-+I+Bruise+Easily (found on AIRMP3.net)"></object> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJq2xMJMwqZJwzpUH0_amrEoD-ERFGQ05V4UWz112_e4xa9CqUHO_qd802hJzm2GCN1l4rBfrO0Tb8SM3GfPOIEnJNgD1EKX_za_XQjexk3YSx2Deb3CYmHOBOaHohwpUEBPg/s1600-h/REALITY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295472570978623250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJq2xMJMwqZJwzpUH0_amrEoD-ERFGQ05V4UWz112_e4xa9CqUHO_qd802hJzm2GCN1l4rBfrO0Tb8SM3GfPOIEnJNgD1EKX_za_XQjexk3YSx2Deb3CYmHOBOaHohwpUEBPg/s200/REALITY.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>Reality - Richard Sanderson Might not be you, might not be now, but I hope and pray soon he'll come to save me from me. "Dreams are my reality A different kind of reality I dream of loving in the night And loving seems alright Although it's only fantasy." <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border-color: #000; border: 1px solid; font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fitschool.stteresa.edu.hk%2Fit-school%2Fhomepage%2FS010052%2FReality.mp3&song_title=Richard+Sanderson+-+Reality (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fitschool.stteresa.edu.hk%2Fit-school%2Fhomepage%2FS010052%2FReality.mp3&song_title=Richard+Sanderson+-+Reality (found on AIRMP3.net)" /></object></div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5AYLBikpy3bNnltDwh0ic4PvvaM25aHhqscbb9oE39dLNrUQRxP8WnTYh-31TTsfJ62exFBUnKGZTbU3Dt4iG1VuAmlw6IO928BC5gnyyMFfNqYQEZvN043nJGqs3wUBWQLP/s1600-h/CAROL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467547552610210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5AYLBikpy3bNnltDwh0ic4PvvaM25aHhqscbb9oE39dLNrUQRxP8WnTYh-31TTsfJ62exFBUnKGZTbU3Dt4iG1VuAmlw6IO928BC5gnyyMFfNqYQEZvN043nJGqs3wUBWQLP/s200/CAROL.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a>So Far Away - Carole King I'm here, you're there... where will these endless journey end? "Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely Nothin’ else to do but close my mind I sure hope the road don’t come to own me But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find" <div align="center" style="background-color: #cccccc; border-color: #000; border: 1px solid; font-size: 12px; height: 48px; width: 300px;"> <object data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.seeqpod.com%2Fapi%2Fyoutube.com%2Ffetch%3Ft%3D3f84f54b33fe64f24a0063ff850550886e3a3d1e5db6e2dec25302abcaa4de63448ef95d54486714%26h%3D953ef15633ce7b2b719aaece53f0f4d9cb14434e&song_title=Carol+King+-+So+Far+Away (found on AIRMP3.net)" height="15" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.seeqpod.com%2Fapi%2Fyoutube.com%2Ffetch%3Ft%3D3f84f54b33fe64f24a0063ff850550886e3a3d1e5db6e2dec25302abcaa4de63448ef95d54486714%26h%3D953ef15633ce7b2b719aaece53f0f4d9cb14434e&song_title=Carol+King+-+So+Far+Away (found on AIRMP3.net)" /></object></div> yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-59114906762543176332009-01-17T14:39:00.004-08:002009-01-17T16:14:29.329-08:00Passenger Seat<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/WOlvD-M-25c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/WOlvD-M-25c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center> PLAY AND LISTEN TO THE SONG FIRST. <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> I was haplessly scrolling through my playIist and I chance upon this song by Stephen Speaks. Creepy but it was very timely. I went to a reminscent trance once more and thought of those times when my partner and I would drive around the city or out of town. How I miss sitting on that seat that on 2 occassions lately, I almost cried myself due to envy. One was when I went out with my flatmate and his brother shopping. He was picked up by his beau and both of us were at back watching the exchange of sweet nothings and nauseating flirtings. It was torture that at some point, in my mind, I wanted to chop both their heads off. I used to have this. I used to be seated right next to him and do crazy stuff. I used to be there changing the radio channels or cd's. I used to sleep there soundly while he drives and asks for directions. I used to be there holding his hand or leg as he cruise the highways. I used to be there to honk his horn when someone was overtaking us. I used to have arguments there with him. I used to be there when he would touch my ear and hair and then we would look at each other with loving affirmation. I used to be the one who he would reach and kiss before he starts the engine or before i step off the car. i used to be... i used to be... and that's the operational term. I USED TO BE... The other was when i was walking towards the car of my friend and the lover with a grimace was there and showed me the backseat (bitch!) I just smiled wryly and felt embarassed and disconcerted by the gesture. like hello? why the hell do you have to do that? Not unless he sees me as threat which I know I can be if i choOoe to be. You don't have to press it on my face and mark your territory cause I'm not the snake you're supposed to be scared of, Your snake is YOUR insecurities and anytime it would just kill you with its venom. From the later, during the entire trip, i was only staring blankly by the window trying to block all the negative elements around and tried to enjoy the ride. Whoever it will be the next time, I wish that I'll feel the same high again. That seat may not mean to anyone, but it does defines commitment to me. So from the last time til now, I choose not to sit there til I find the right guy to be ever driver, sweet lover. </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-44651291638761560652009-01-07T04:55:00.009-08:002009-01-25T18:38:23.543-08:00A Lot Like Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7Luz5LSLbZiXesru-IpOPQcQZZlzg0fip637GsIsYWlhoaiT-dEcggpseGq6Q-TjoNh9PRtg6K8rxEi32AONenulZRSDK6tNWWAiJbgW3uGaDUneufGB11r0p7_rs1ZpCogY/s1600-h/401px-A_Lot_Like_Love_poster.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7Luz5LSLbZiXesru-IpOPQcQZZlzg0fip637GsIsYWlhoaiT-dEcggpseGq6Q-TjoNh9PRtg6K8rxEi32AONenulZRSDK6tNWWAiJbgW3uGaDUneufGB11r0p7_rs1ZpCogY/s400/401px-A_Lot_Like_Love_poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289739665271709730" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;">Note: Again long hiatus... what can say busy, busy busy! anyway New Year, New Post. here you go. Enjoy! Finally after 3 years, I had now seen the ending of this movie. I felt like moving along with its core plot - the frustratingly constant cat and mouse chase for your happy ending. To refresh y'all A Lot Like Love is the story of Oliver (Ashton Kutcher) and Emily (Amanda Peet) who had a brief "encounter" on their flight from LAX to JFK but as soon as the plane landed so did their rendezvous. Over a period of time, they keep on meeting each other- first as acquaintances, becoming good friends and finally developing an intimate feeling to one another to which most of the time they have to repress as either one of them is working at the other end of the state or is happily dating someone. It's more of like Barry Manilow's Somewhere Down the Road Song.. <a href="https://www.imeem.com/james103189/music/KdtjJI-0/nina_somewhere_down_the_road/">"We had the right love at the wrong time..."</a> Aren't we all suckers for happy ending? and this movie just gave us that when when the shoe finally fits, when they realize that they are really meant for each other after all. The *kilig* (mushy) moment for me was when Oliver went to look for Amanda and sang her this song. <div style="text-align: center;">"I'll Be There For You" I guess this time you're really leaving I heard your suitcase say goodbye And as my broken heart lies bleeding You say true love it's suicide You say you're cried a thousand rivers And now you're swimming for the shore You left me drowning in my tears And you won't save me anymore Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl I'll be there for you These five words I swear to you When you breathe I want to be the air for you I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you Steal the sun from the sky for you Words can't say what a love can do I'll be there for you I know you know we've had some good times Now they have their own hiding place I can promise you tomorrow But I can't buy back yesterday And Baby you know my hands are dirty But I wanted to be your valentine I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby When you get drunk, I'll be the wine I'll be there for you These five words I swear to you When you breathe I want to be the air for you I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you Steal the sun from the sky for you Words can't say what a love can do I'll be there for you [Solo] And I wasn't there when you were happy I wasn't there when you were down I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out I'll be there for you These five words I swear to you When you breathe I want to be the air for you I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you Steal the sun from the sky for you Words can't say what a love can do I'll be there for you </div> <center><div align="center" style="background-color: #ccc; width: 300px; height: 48px; font-size: 12px; border:1px solid; border-color:#000;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="15" data="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Foshacker.free.fr%2Fzik%2Feng%2Frock.pop%2Fhard%2520rock%2Fbon%2520jovi%2FD-CD-Jon%2520Bon%2520Jovi%2520-%2520I%27ll%2520Be%2520There%2520For%2520You.mp3&song_title=Jon+Bon+Jovi+-+I%27ll+Be+There+For+You (found on AIRMP3.net)"><param name="movie" value="https://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Foshacker.free.fr%2Fzik%2Feng%2Frock.pop%2Fhard%2520rock%2Fbon%2520jovi%2FD-CD-Jon%2520Bon%2520Jovi%2520-%2520I%27ll%2520Be%2520There%2520For%2520You.mp3&song_title=Jon+Bon+Jovi+-+I%27ll+Be+There+For+You (found on AIRMP3.net)" /></object> <a href="https://www.airmp3.net/search/-i_ll_be_there_for_you/mp3/Xha3">i'll be there for you - bon jovi</a> </center> OMG, i just melted and wanted Ashton for myself. hahahahaha now i know this would be on my wedding song playlist. hahaha i wish! hahahaha (Calling all the MEN out there.. pls sing me this song too... ) I just can't help but say that I'm practically LIVING the movie. all the elements like the airports, the constant travelling, the serendipitous meeting of probably "the one", my oblivious nature that is often times misinterpreted as being nonchalant well in fact I'm more sensitive than they think, the aching distance, the improper timings, the take offs and landings. I know i have to emancipate myself from dreaming. wake up ja! :P Im just so sad sometimes, that whenever i meet a great guy, it's either one of these recurring themes happen: 1. He lives in a country where i don't get rostered that often. 2. He's attached or still dwelling on someone else's shadow. 3. He's utterly sexually pathetic. 4. He's turns out to be an insensitive, self-absorbed idiot 5. He's older than my parents. May 2009 be my year.. awwwww... Someday I know my prince will be there and You'll ALL be very jealous of me hahahaha.... bwahahahaha *evil laughter* (NOT!) </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-15221511975377302132008-05-23T15:05:00.005-07:002013-09-20T09:11:02.112-07:00What If's Activate!Disclaimer: This blog means no offense to anyone. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCpyl1DJq8glvm7WPmawTV2baXZY4YIULWcJKR723Jvhrxqq9CMsPZaFC3rGXZJ8HVGGNjuBVj4ZLKMyhcXaUHQohE-_5wCiM8G1wWIb0IsHVcDQVPhrClXFXMUIYJpfcOpAn/s1600-h/cgnscccb.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203754849545890194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCpyl1DJq8glvm7WPmawTV2baXZY4YIULWcJKR723Jvhrxqq9CMsPZaFC3rGXZJ8HVGGNjuBVj4ZLKMyhcXaUHQohE-_5wCiM8G1wWIb0IsHVcDQVPhrClXFXMUIYJpfcOpAn/s320/cgnscccb.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a> <div style="text-align: right;"> blog test.... 1... 2... 3...</div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"> At long last I can again post. For the past weeks I have not been able to post anything that all my writing inspirations have been redirected to another means of expression... eating and sleeping right after. Good thing i have not suffered from pancreatitis during my sleep that could eventually lead to my death. This has been one of my bad habits ever since... my body would never fail me anyway so i know i can still have a complete meal and then sleep without any worries of not waking up (Thanks to my mom's midnight snacking training circa 1985-present). Blogger sent me an email last April about my blog being a spam and me being a "bot" that I have to reply to their email in 2 weeks time. Unfortunately, they sent it to the address (flightmanual@yahoo.com) I created specially for this blog which i don't usually check. I get to read their message when it was already past the time frame they have asked me to reply. The end result, my blog almost being deleted. Good thing, my special "gut-feel" skill saved the day and this blog. If I'm a superhero, i think this would be my super power. I always follow what my inner voice tells me.. and it's always correct especially in critical decision making or when skeptic about a situation, friend or a person (which most the time taken wrongly by the person concerned or the friend the person concerned). It tells me if I'm going to have a bad day, a bad flight or a layover. I get to prepare myself for whatever it is that might happen and accept them as they come if i cannot avert it from happening. I wonder sometimes if this is a remnant of my "women's intuition" from my past life since I'm still in the process of perfection as i evolve in each reincarnation or perhaps an in-born asset because I'm Piscean. Maybe both that's why it's so pure that whenever something bad is going to happen, my inner voice tells me so, or if it's really worst they talk to me in my dreams in symbolic mediums (thanks to National Bookstore for all the Dream Books and since I came to Doha-Google for the concrete and well-expounded explanations). I may talk nonsense but I've proven it to myself and a few of my close friends know about this. I don't get to see things voluntarily, I'm not a crystal ball or a tarot card reader, my special skill is always about me so don't bother ask for help. It's like Spider-man and his Spider sense. Craziness... but I believe we all have this but sometimes we try not to acknowledge the fact that we do. At the end, we often say, "I had this gut feeling already but i still went on doing it..." Anyway, my last flight I was in the "wondering" mood. All these stuff in my head was full of idiotic ideas that if it did happen.. how will the world around me be like?</div> <div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">What if like the arabs or indians our culture dictates us to wear our national costumes everyday? Well I don't mind really if it was Barong Tagalog or Baro't Saya terno... But what if instead of those, the guys have to wear bahags everyday and the ladies the traditional Ifugao costume including the palayok.. take note 5 palayok (clay pots) of different sizes? Carry?</li> </ul> <div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglKXLHvrPbvPllqvg0UzidiiKgscQEayfH414bGQZo4UEVQ3wJMYiyEW-mEl49qRX0H3ubm9AOH3K4HCNxJFz42S4N8EAw8toLQDpP3Yh76KDuO-4QM9aZkSIJZsovT-BcY0I/s1600-h/blogigor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203758397188876754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglKXLHvrPbvPllqvg0UzidiiKgscQEayfH414bGQZo4UEVQ3wJMYiyEW-mEl49qRX0H3ubm9AOH3K4HCNxJFz42S4N8EAw8toLQDpP3Yh76KDuO-4QM9aZkSIJZsovT-BcY0I/s400/blogigor.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">Will 1 USD equal 65Php? Will all the OFW be able to regain all the money they lost in their savings? and will the prices of things in the Philippines ever get low? What if 1 USD equals 1Php? Gosh then i don't need to work abroad!</li> </ul> <div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">What if they have not invented the internet? Will Long Distance Relationships still work? will it still be ok to be far from your loved ones? No YM, No Skype, No Chikka, No Friendster, No emails.</li> </ul> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHT-YZQINDzVkQdepkt_vgRGwzNoeN-YkvTL2rqoINVsNPISezqBunMFnT37IvDZlq70ZbJHz-HmnmBtt62i8FXoRHdH7DZ9Ou8_TMSCTcav-AT0GXjtTifK9ri-z2WAec79D/s1600-h/bloggreta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203774722359568866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHT-YZQINDzVkQdepkt_vgRGwzNoeN-YkvTL2rqoINVsNPISezqBunMFnT37IvDZlq70ZbJHz-HmnmBtt62i8FXoRHdH7DZ9Ou8_TMSCTcav-AT0GXjtTifK9ri-z2WAec79D/s400/bloggreta.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <div face="trebuchet ms" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> ILUSYONADA FACTS: Gretchen was born March 17, Yuri was born March 16. Both are the eldest among their respective siblings. Smart, Graceful, Very Elegant, Controversial, Equally talented and this year's Pantene's Most Beautiful. Yun Na! Connect di ba?</div> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">If I'm Gretchen Barretto, I would make an album also and dedicate all my songs, especially the carrier single a remake of Jaya's Wala na Bang Pag-ibig? REMIX (Where's the Love? not the literal translation) to my frenemy. Sing it Live everytime i promote it with matching tears and walk-out ala Shawie (Remember The Sharon Cuneta Show finale songs when she and Gabby broke up?).</li> </ul> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> </div> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">If I'm frenemy, I will buy all the album of Gretchen Barretto with the carrier single a remake of Jaya's Wala na Bang Pag-ibig? REMIX (Is There No Love Anymore? literal translation), give it to my friends and officemates. Surprise Gretchen as a guest in her mall tours and sing the song duet! Then book an exclusive interview with YES! Magazine and earn from the royalties of the interview.</li> </ul> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> </div> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">If I'm frenemy, I would already write to Maalala Mo Kaya? (Will You Remember?) about our story with the title "UGAT" (root).</li> </ul> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> <li>If I'm Marian Rivera magtataray din talaga ako kasi may K ako. (If I'm Marian Rivera I will also do what she did coz I have the right to bitch.) <a href="https://youtube.com/watch?v=ZPTwjhaUW7I">click me!</a> <a href="https://youtube.com/watch?v=ZPTwjhaUW7I">click me!</a></li> </ul> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> </div> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal">What if I was straight? Will it suit me?</li> <li class="MsoNormal">What if I was straight? chickboy kaya ako? hehehe (will I be a philandering jerk? hehehe)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDjQwJQEsbjPyQcLMbwSdzIbQ242b6lMlhHev_e_x66MDTu0iXFeygO-5WANqZ4IwdwT-3z0cjTAjbuSw6RopWpDFIsme_T-FhnEzDICxp93D4ZbcAQF7n3Lt1Et1GBeGBod0/s1600-h/blogtomboy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203757615504828866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDjQwJQEsbjPyQcLMbwSdzIbQ242b6lMlhHev_e_x66MDTu0iXFeygO-5WANqZ4IwdwT-3z0cjTAjbuSw6RopWpDFIsme_T-FhnEzDICxp93D4ZbcAQF7n3Lt1Et1GBeGBod0/s400/blogtomboy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></li> <li class="MsoNormal">What if i was a lesbian? YUCK erase erase.. ERASE!!! I can't eat.... *cringes*</li> </ul> <ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> <li>What if I pursued studying Medicine after my Pre-Med.. I'll be known as Yuri R. Marqueses MD. taray!</li> </ul> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"> What if this blog was actually deleted? would anyone miss it? hehehe... Acknowledgement: Igorot Festival Dance Pic c/o <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/rizaldy88/" style="font-style: italic;">Mr. Rizaldy Comanda via Flickr</a> Thank you! Gretchen's Pic c/o Pantene. Thank you!</div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">  <o:p></o:p></div> yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-17853688623486007402008-04-09T12:17:00.006-07:002008-04-09T14:27:57.330-07:00Where is the Patis?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Earlier this evening i was cooking "sinigang na baboy" (pork in tamarind-soured stew). I always have this peculiar cravings for sweets whenever i'm sick but notably this time i wanted to have tom yam.. the closest i can get to tom yam was sinigang na baboy (great difference since tom yam is like forever with seafood and i'm allergic to all those crustaceans swimming deliciously on a spicy tangy soup.) I just realized that i have cooked this delightful original filipino recipe inside my hotel room for the past 4 years n different layovers. I have already devised a way of cooking it from the the usual since you cannot do so much in a small pot and a moderated cooker temperature. now it's perfect but it's due for consumption tomorrow lunch. good thing i brought my miniature patis (fish sauce) from my last Bangkok flight and my sinigang mix. it's like i already knew i was going to crave sinigang for some strange reason.. Anyhow, a friend recently told me that compared to his simple life, mine is so extravagant. I do agree on that yes in some aspect. </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>I do find myself having my Sunday brunch in Paris, a full course meal by the Dead Sea in Jordan. Afternoon tea in London and perhaps dinner over-looking the stars in Rome. All of which done at 40,000 feet, by the galley counter.... standing and usually timed for no more than 20 minutes. well anyway you can eat as much as you like for as long as the pax are done and all are in peace. </li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>Wanted to tell him that yes we take compliments and we smile but also we take complaints with a hard blow - not to mention the blinding spits of saliva molecules that gets to your eyes at times, the annoying hand gestures and bb (go figure). I'm amazed how much i become oh so graceful handling such. Lucky you can hung-up, make faces and mute the conversation while the disgruntled customer talks incessantly by the phone.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>I had manners long before flying but i learned more after collecting dirty trays and place them back neatly inside the carts. after cleaning the pee soaked lavatories and after taking and gashing other people's trash. You need not be rich and experienced or sent to a training school to learn common courtesy, to be polite and to be thankful for the little people who makes your life easier. (the slave treated with no tip waiters who makes several trips and suffers because of your indecisiveness, the bathroom attendants who cleans up your mess after throwing up and the yelled-out maid who fixes your flat).</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>We don't work a 9 to 5 sched yet we fly to different time zones. it's more lethargic trying to adjust your sleeping habits always (the operational word) when you my friend on the other hand choose not to sleep. </li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>the glamour of independence, and the ugly face of dying alone. The life you so ever wanted but when reality sinks in, it's not what you really expected. the parties, the interesting characters you meet. you make a scheduled rendezvous then you check-in to the most posh hotel, change to your best cocktail dress, reserve a seat on the finest resto and yet suddenly you are all by yourself, sitting alone on a strange place where no one understands you at all.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Flying is a job like any other that requires great skill and character. it's not all "welcome on board, hi! hello! buh-bye" and voila i'm in whichever place on earth. My life as a flight attendant is not very extravagant.. but HUMBLING. it's not all Gucci here LV that... it's not how many digits your salary is... it's not how many places you've been to. those are perks, superficial perks. the real blessing is the experience that will forever mold you as an appreciative, non-discriminating, learned individual. And now back to my sinigang-my comfort-the-sick food that i cooked from scratch, inside my hotel room here in Beijing. Life is not always a box of chocolate, it can be sinigang.. the more sour the better. </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-10222992319670875932008-03-08T13:28:00.003-08:002008-03-08T14:10:31.346-08:00Dying Alonenote: Yuri is going to Manila from the 16th til the 30th of March. this also serves as an invitation for my birthday party. contact me for details. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuE5rFJ93u06PIU7_9-Wl9JvgWcRVQre3bNBa9e2MViiuuI-nJltjhsNdT58X6qEnxwcoJN_XbYVFNTFuFEAdi6IdkRCxxB503uIAY6Bedq9-AkAJp1SpQkXN5mqtakBkXZOfl/s1600-h/invi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuE5rFJ93u06PIU7_9-Wl9JvgWcRVQre3bNBa9e2MViiuuI-nJltjhsNdT58X6qEnxwcoJN_XbYVFNTFuFEAdi6IdkRCxxB503uIAY6Bedq9-AkAJp1SpQkXN5mqtakBkXZOfl/s400/invi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175495643517983570" border="0" /></a> i guess nobody wants to die alone but believe me it happens everyday. may not be the physical state of dying but we die once in a while inside. we feel naked, molested and gruesomely violated - and just like what doctors do to a cadaver, they call out the time indifferently and walk out amorally.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>how would it actually feel like dying alone?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you try to clean your flat the whole day and nobody even cares to ask if you’re ok? while you were busy scrubbing the floor, the other room was moaning to the highest level. you don’t mind actually but how you wish scrubbing the floor would give you that same orgasmic pleasure that was in competition with your already loud music.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you go to the grocery one fine day and nothing in your list is there? like you don’t know if there was panic buying of some sort that had happened an hour earlier in preparation for two consecutive foggy evenings or a blinding sandstorm. i wouldn’t mind stocking up too but i think it’s fair if there would post a bulletin about it. going to the grocery and back to your flat is already very very costly - that’s why you dont want to go empty handed.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same every payday? that very sudden rush of blood going to your head due to euphoria as soon as your mobile alerts you of your salary and then an epileptic seizure after budgeting it and your left with actually none.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you awkwardly meet your “pambansang frenemy” (national friend-enemy) and you act so casual with the usual beso here and there, invite her to the table and she joins blah blah, hola chika to the max, trying to maintain a very cheery voice and that plastered smile and sparkly eyes as not to show a hint of “plasticity” when what you really want to do is bang her head to the wall until it bleeds dry or better yet pull her tongue, tie it in a knot and cut her tonsils. this is far worse than dying alone. this is dying alone plus suicide note… plus actual suicide.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is the same when you cook a hearty me for you and your friends. go to a flight and when you get home, not even a rice was spared by your thoughtless pals as you starve to death? sorry wouldn’t suffice. you need your share of caldereta (beef stew) since you COOKED it and PRACTICALLY went to 5 different grocery stores to complete the ingredients and the last 2 stores by foot SINCE you have no more moolah left for taxi SINCE that’s what’s only left from your well budgeted salary? whew! what a life!<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you text someone and he didnt bother replying and will tell you all this stupid reasons why and yet you forgive and understand him?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you missed the bus for pick-up when you are actually down on the dot. not to mention it’s 5 am in the morning?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when the only crew meal left for you is an Asian Vegetarian Meal and you didnt eat anything prior since you got up early and prepared very swiftly for your morning flight as not to miss your transport but the bus left you.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when after you just cleaned the lavatories, with the tissues folded v-shaped, the floor sanitized, the area carefully lemon-scented then someone so careless flooded it after using AND THEN suddenly your supervisor came blasting you with these sermons you don’t deserve just because he/she wasn’t there there when it was oh so sparkling?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is the same when your ex tells you i have found someone better and the “better” half is your bestfriend? or is it that your other “better-half” after your ex is still having difficulty finding his/her way to you? either way stings. pop it out like a balloon and make sure your bestfriend now your “ex”bestfriend by present tense.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but you have a wicked set of crew? (AW!)<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but they lost your suitcase? (tumbling!)<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but you forgot to bring your wallet? (cartwheel!)<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover but they have taken you off the flight? (morphine please)<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same when you have a very nice looooooong layover and very posh hotel room with a fantastic view of the city yet you have noone to share it with? awww.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is it the same feeling when FRIENDS was finally over and your were disappointed to hear that the spin off JOEY sucked bigtime?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div>is the same thinking why that bitch Meredith has both McDreamy and McVet and all you’ve got is McNuggets? i officially hate her now and ever more after watching season 3. i hate her! I HATE HER!!! to the bone.<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> we all die sometimes but we rise again from the ashes. it is insane how we cope up from these things as we usually succumb to the adversities and play victim. that’s the easiest way out yet also that would make us alone. these reminds us sometimes that we have no one to depend on but ourselves… be one hell of a steel to deflect any of the given situations above. now please enlighten me if you have died alone with no help whatsoever. not even a decent funeral</div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-62121569633035036622008-02-19T16:38:00.002-08:002008-02-23T22:09:51.604-08:00Appreciation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdFOtV5LFtncwd5uNS7gre2YxKpK06d5lQLNzLe0y3xtyFzGD_0BshFN0QSECPXny3tWTurTu12aEz4k0I6FkzTX6l9CuLdAGHaRlGAMbeGJJ9enaDcJKs-nl2IIdf7hWHscN/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdFOtV5LFtncwd5uNS7gre2YxKpK06d5lQLNzLe0y3xtyFzGD_0BshFN0QSECPXny3tWTurTu12aEz4k0I6FkzTX6l9CuLdAGHaRlGAMbeGJJ9enaDcJKs-nl2IIdf7hWHscN/s400/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170340537555106946" border="0" /></a> Mars and pars im vaaaack! gosh it has been a year (well almost) and honestly i miss blogging. i just didn’t have the time and the same leisure. i would rather sleep my worries away than go on my usual word vomit. i am never a fan of negativity and ranting although at times i do indulge (it’s healthy if you do it with the right person), but last year (pause)… last year was too much…(deep breathing) TOO damn MUCH!!! (patting my teary eyes, hoarse voice) that if do the typing (pause) while sharing my inner most anger (im ok.. im ok), my keyboard will explode to pieces (screaming!!!) if not i would not be able to type since the pressure i put on every letter would bury them to the core of my laptop’s circuit board. (deep breathing again) either of the two (pause). now close your eyes and visualize how it would’ve been (in a now more relaxed and composed tone). also i don’t believe in CHARACTER assassination (sarcasm kills). they know me. and people know u. whoever you are. try this exercise called recollection.. you’ll realize there’s a pattern. now you think it’s our fault? nuf said (fiendish smile).<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Hello and welcome back to me again! i do sincerely apologize for that. it’s so “white chicks”. my bitch fit. my “i am sooooofreeeakin’ piss” moment.<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Things like this happening in my life make me appreciate the people that still are with me and my sister (most especially). Sometimes i think i don’t deserve such but that Guy up there… He loves us all, that He made sure there would always be a balance in the force (very stars wars).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNvInKY3EvUbneb4aRQDGeBqFkc5wG87QRk4eIw_Zb_7ZJ1A6Mh2WwDyvsTXqy1N19-n2-fKO9fJXImOUmNeBesMEiT34VpKr60S_gIuIHTBMUnvLTc30UhFIXtan5TSD20Wx/s1600-h/blog+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNvInKY3EvUbneb4aRQDGeBqFkc5wG87QRk4eIw_Zb_7ZJ1A6Mh2WwDyvsTXqy1N19-n2-fKO9fJXImOUmNeBesMEiT34VpKr60S_gIuIHTBMUnvLTc30UhFIXtan5TSD20Wx/s400/blog+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170340851087719570" border="0" /></a>Chise is the most likable person i have ever met. it gets to me at times and it makes me cringe. my friends love her more than me. they do go out with her even without me. she has this childish persona that charms everyone. Chise is ever so thoughtful.. ever so giving. very naive. i hate it. i really hate it. i’m the exact opposite. i don’t usually express myself. i do sometimes shut people down. i am very selfish and i’m easily distracted by her shameless display of “niceness”. im the typical older brother who is always right. and most of the time i don’t like my sister, most of the time i correct her. How can one person be nice and yet not be appreciated by her own sibling? simple mathematical equation. unlike yor friends, u get to choose who you wanna be with. but in case of family, you don’t get to choose. you’re stuck with them whether you like it or not.<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>In so many aspects of our life, we are astonishingly confused by these choices… most of the time we take those that we like and shove those that we don’t. We whine if we don’t get what we want and brag if we do. we excel, we fail, we laugh and we cry over these choices… most of which are temporary. but through all these, your unchosen family is always with you all the way. even if you don’t really need them.<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>But honestly, i know i’m lucky coz i have chise. she can be anyone’s friend but she can only be a sister to me. and i do love her and hate her at the same time. we had that kind of relationship eversince. we’re only 2 years apart. from bullying her to give me her extra baon (allowance), to cutting off the telephone line whenever she uses it etc etc. Among the 3 of us, she always has to make the sacrifice for the other to succeed. She remained selfless… no questions asked.<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Eversince, she is adored by all. she means no harm. she sticks with her friends… especially in moments where they need her most. .. especially when they are all alone… hapless and trying to survive.<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>i told you i don’t believe in character assassination. for as long as people know who you are, and how you have been with them, how well you’ve treated them; no matter what the other says, it will all bounce back and reflect on how filthy and disgusting they truly are.<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>thank you chise. i do appreciate you ALOT.yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-53983377214549091952007-03-15T19:36:00.000-07:002007-03-15T19:39:43.200-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsa7Tw_OHKTyuIfUln5v0txKGqJ4A3s9VEnxTKFyIsVXh9UrLrOCqyOlMMi5kuu665XBy3nk5bZF1EUr_YPhcyZ42M-L6vyVIVCw5kLiPRIv2J-wXRpzcsUC_GbaBpnKNbWct/s1600-h/march+ish+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsa7Tw_OHKTyuIfUln5v0txKGqJ4A3s9VEnxTKFyIsVXh9UrLrOCqyOlMMi5kuu665XBy3nk5bZF1EUr_YPhcyZ42M-L6vyVIVCw5kLiPRIv2J-wXRpzcsUC_GbaBpnKNbWct/s400/march+ish+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042346378109093618" border="0" /></a>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1166307264820766412006-12-16T13:05:00.001-08:002011-05-19T20:13:07.139-07:00 <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/167875/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/400/66091/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/314648/plane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/547000/plane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Meet my alter-ego <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/95181/shera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/674113/shera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Have you ever woken up one Saturday morning staring blankly at your breakfast, pre-occupied with what you will be wearing in the club later that night or whether where your sweetie’s gonna take you for that must have weekend date. Life was very simple then. I used to love Saturdays when I was a kid (now my only fave day are the days I’m off in my roster). Saturday is the only day in the week that I don’t mind waking up early in the morning (yeah, yeah I’m definitely, DEFINITELY not a morning person up until now) as not to miss my favorite cartoons on TV. I was in retro-mood two weekends back and started surfing <a href="https://www.youtube.com/">youtube</a> and the net. And I found her… my long lost alter-ego… long before I discovered Darna and the Giants, long before I loss my innocence totally, long long long before… I was Adora… I was She-Ra, Princess of Power, defender of the Crystal Castle, the fabulous leader of the rebellion of Etheria, He-man’s twin sister. She started my fixation to super heroines until now. While my other cousins are trying to bulk like He-man thanks to Milo and/or Ovaltine and fantasizing She-ra with her tight bustier and very skimpy skirt; I was busy glamming up like She-ra with her to die for tiara and fantasizing He-man’s pecs, abs and bi-ceps and how he flexes them ever so often. Hehehe… Mommies watch out for your kiddos. Can you just imagine me with my Curling Iron sword chanting.. “For the Honor of Gay-skull I am She-man!!! (Insert swirling glitter and butterflies) (Insert Back-up Singers: “She-man! She-man! Tententententen… She-man”) Defender ng mga baklush (defender of gays)! Princess of the Grotesque Pasay City Hall! Rebel without a cause! I think Joey de Leon has done this already. <center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/GxJ9frJn-Qk"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/GxJ9frJn-Qk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></center> It’s such a treasure finding those things that remind you of your tender years. It’s practically more destressing than any bubble bath that I do. That reminiscent laughter deep down is priceless. Add that to my Christmas wish list, a complete 80’s DVD Cartoon set. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/689246/plane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/36713/plane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Your Song: No more Heartache Vina <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/playlist/10/21/full/U2FsdGVkX1,Okp2Mnh3BU7h6KVYWBvdd4o81w8z.IDU=/New%20Music%206.m3u"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/909729/clickhere.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;">Tracks included: <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/2/full/U2FsdGVkX1.7tseBl29QTTJkuAPTmtb4Wbxx,8ecEYpOxZGXxCj0Tn3C8zEeed2R/Allure%20%26%20112%20-%20All%20Cried%20Out.mp3">All Cried Out - Allure feat. 112</a> <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/31/full/U2FsdGVkX1.E3KdzN3l7AixTr59WZH1tEAoYNcfTH1KBy7ICCS6o83ro,niPYVZ,/Vina-Only%20Love.mp3">Only Love - The Braxtons</a> <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/5/full/U2FsdGVkX18R7b7VCv3fB.0xq8TVZ4KKTg,,TeykWrul2AYXQwq61JaHmvltY1se/Brand%20New%20heavies%20-%20You%20Are%20The%20Universe.mp3">You are the Universe - Brand New Heavies</a> <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/6/full/U2FsdGVkX19UaMeWfZRDyPA40zd.ep.qyunXPuzgCJ,KJ5SUFkJK2sGVTRjLSA35/Beyonce%20-%2009%20-%20Irreplaceable.mp3">Irreplaceable - Beyonce Knowles</a> <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/7/full/U2FsdGVkX1.B8vemERVVT0nUVer6cJX0o9h7dTU9JCbg7ok,pYq9YEA,.wMbiJfU/Fiona%20Apple%20-%20Ugly%20Girl.mp3">Ugly Girl - Fleming and John</a> <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/8/full/U2FsdGVkX1.3oQVLMhCSoLdlnNFYGfR6YKJp7QE,hjOBG8TEkMQ720VU0ii7579m/Stacie%20Orrico%20-%20I%27m%20Not%20Missing%20You.mp3">I'm not Missing You - Stacie Orrico</a> <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/9/full/U2FsdGVkX1.TBgHARneiJ6GXovSUdE9Y0kPEvDWRrbgdmdV.ZryyhighgauyBAAT/Lighthouse%20Family-Goodbye%20Heartbreak.mp3">Goodbye Heartbreak - Lighthouse Family</a> </div> To my dearest soul-sister Vina; Don’t really know what’s going on, I don’t really have a clue. To cheer you up, I thought of these songs especially for you and to all the men we ever loved before. Let them be… let them burn in hell! <a href="https://images.flightmanual.multiply.com/song/1/9/full/U2FsdGVkX1.TBgHARneiJ6GXovSUdE9Y0kPEvDWRrbgdmdV.ZryyhighgauyBAAT/Lighthouse%20Family-Goodbye%20Heartbreak.mp3"></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/607568/plane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/994867/plane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> 2006, Goodbye, So Long, Farewell my Friend-s <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/690253/CIMG1656.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 172px;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/597582/CIMG1656.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It all started with Bob, Imee then Diane, after which came Nat and Luvee. Now before the year ends and before I leave for Manila, another friend, ever so close to my heart is leaving Doha for good. I first met Samantha in the corridors of my first accommodation. Her very warm smile immediately opened up the bridge to our friendship. Since my birthday was 3 days after we arrived in Doha last March 13, 2004; whatbetter way to get everybody acquainted but to have my first party in this desert paradise (?). She brought me her first oatmeal cookies with a bumble bee pin. Since then, we’ve been so tight and even considered her as my PX-bessie (PX- Filipino slang for imported goods). Sam, I hope you will not miss my high-cholesterol deep-fried chicken skin that is to blame whenever your skin breaks out. But for sure, I’ll miss the high-blood pressure you give me whenever we really get the chance to TALK. Thanks Sam, for all those lovely memories that made my first days here in Doha really fun. Someday soon, may not be in Shanghai or in Singapore or wherever, but for sure I’ll catch you and will never ever make you wait for me to groom myself again. Good friends are worth keeping even if distance would be a factor. Love you Sam! All the Luck and Happiness finally… Though it breaks my heart, though you’ve all left me (which is so unfair), it’s time to let go of you… all of you. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/713692/plane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/954933/plane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Adios Mi Amor My ode, 3 years in the making, finally it’s done… finally his chapter ends. Finally I’m free. <div style="text-align: center;"> 16th July 2004 A Letter for Charlie Got up in the morning with the thought of you A remainder from the dream I had Tears suddenly flow in my eyes As I felt emptiness inside The joy I had while sleeping Turned into a depressing realization That you are now… GONE. Everyday I try not to think of you Of what happened Of what we have become Regrets I have, Haunting me like a ghost in the night I welcome the day with a smile Hiding what I really feel inside Sometimes I fool myself by hating you But I end up loathing me more. Everytime the phone rings, There’s always a hope that it’s you calling. More often , I end up with someone To whom I feed on what they’re feeling on the same ground as me. Never thought I would feel this way I was ready but still caght with no defense Honestly, I know this day would come, From what happened before I wish for you to suffer But why do I suffer more? Maybe because I love you And I’m trying hard not to The pain is indescribable… stressing Especially now that it’s all coming back to me I feed on you I take you as my nourishment I take refuge from the past Sadly, I have to begin again with no clue where to start Another day commencing with my prayed hope. At the end of it, my awaited rendezvous with you as I slumber. Kiss you tenderly, hug you and never let go. Be with you even for just a little while. ------------------------------------------------------------ 17th July 2006 ME that I Hate YOU That I Used to Love On my way out You asked me not to go I didn’t look back Instead, I walked away and slammed the door. Not even a single hint of remorse Can be seen in my tear-soaked face. Lost myself in a cave of despair My only weapon are match sticks flare Now the bright light outside Paved my way to soar across the tides. No time now will ever be wasted on you On thoughts of anger On memories good while they lasted Shame on you for pushing me away For always treating me this way For hurting me and numbing me from pain Shame on me for believing you For kissing you and hugging you For ever missing you so much. Shame on me for the recurring thoughts of you For writing this because of you And most of all for loving you too much.</div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/872300/plane.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/320/14722/plane.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a> Manila, Manila I’m Coming home </div><o:p></o:p> So when is the big date? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/1600/57064/food123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3166/2268/400/711710/food123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>27th of December 2006! 4 days until we re-open the year with a big bang!So what’s the deal? I dunno yet. I have so much in my head that I can’t plan anything. Perhaps, the usual trip to Tagaytay - my refuge in the city, shopping and Grocery galore, Jollibee, Pork and Beans, Pandesal Pork Adobo, Pork sinigang, Pork Barbeque, Pork Sisig, Crispy Pata, Liempo etc. etc… OMG… I don't mind pigging out for 2 weeks as in literally "pigging" out. See you all then!yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1160998696737716312006-10-16T04:37:00.000-07:002006-10-16T05:46:35.636-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" width="85" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. 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Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/v.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a> Writer's Note: Due to an increase in demand of my time, I'm bound to make my posting monthly (I really really hope so). Thanks for visiting and happy reading to all. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1160998206444815902006-10-16T04:27:00.000-07:002006-10-16T05:36:30.696-07:00<a href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/plane.3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/plane.3.jpg" border="0" /></a> 2nd Wife on the Loose<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/b4.0.jpg" border="0" />Kay's Birthday Picture ala "Una Kang Naging Akin" Posing (You Were First Mine). Starring Jag and Archie (my two good friends here), Sir Paul, mois (2nd Wife) and Kay (The Legal wife). Just see the look on her face while I try to snatch her husband away. Mega teary eyed emote da buh? Convincing! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/plane.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/plane.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Namaste Taj Mahal <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div> <center><embed src="https://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=41567102&ver=060913" quality="high" salign="lt" width="341" height="256" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="https://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&refid=41567102"><img title="RockYou slideshow" src="https://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"></a> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=41567102"><img title="View More" src="https://apps.rockyou.com/images/icons/view.gif" border="0"></a> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com/addfavorite.php?instanceid=41567102"><img title="Add to Favorite" src="https://apps.rockyou.com/images/icons/add_favorite.gif" border="0"></a> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=41567102&action=rate"><img title="Rate Me" src="https://apps.rockyou.com/images/icons/rate_me.gif" border="0"></a> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=41567102&action=email"><img title="Email & Share" src="https://apps.rockyou.com/images/icons/email.gif" border="0"></a> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=41567102&action=note"><img title="Add Note" src="https://apps.rockyou.com/images/icons/comment.gif" border="0"></a> <a target="_BLANK" href="https://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=41567102">Create Your Own!</a></center></embed>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1160997176610984972006-10-16T02:33:00.000-07:002006-10-16T04:21:23.860-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/plane.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/plane.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;">123 FRESH! Ever wonder how flight attendants maintain that impeccable grooming inflight? Here are few tips that can soon be useful to you when you travel those long haul flights or day-long joy rides to wherever this coming holiday season or when you just want to freshen up after a very stressful day at work. </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/b3.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 223px;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/200/b3.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Nothing beats the feeling of a fresh breath after brushing your teeth. The cooling effect your toothpaste gives, beats those mint candies you always carry. I know it's not always possible yes but in cases like such, Listerine Pocketpacks is your best weapon especially in times of emergency smooching and close face to face encounters with people. Make it also a habit that you check your hair from time to time. However you do it, make sure that your crowning glory is well tied up or neatly brushed; avoiding those hay-wire strands from distracting other peeps. If you're a guy, dampen your hair and fix it nicely if you think you're gel is wearing off. </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/b1.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 221px;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/200/b1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Don't forget to moisturize! Just spray evian around your face and whoala! that's it! Here's a tip, if you don't want to spend much, buy a small bottle with an atomizer cap available in SM supermarkets and fill it up with cold mineral water. Blot those excess oils in your faces and reapply make-up. A simple blush and a lip gloss will do the trick. For guys, a lip balm will do to avoid chapping of your lips. It doesn't mean because you're a man, you're not prone to those nasty cracks. Girls hate those. Yuri Recommends: Juicy Tubes by Lancome, Lip and Cheek by Body Shop, Body Shop Born Lippy and Neutrogena Lip Balm </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/b2.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 221px;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/200/b2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It doesn't matter what you're wearing for as long as you make sure you keep it neat and tidy at all times. Tuck your shirts properly, dust your shoes off, pull your socks or stockings, refold whatever is needed (your sleeves, pants), Check your skirts etc. Always make sure that before you strut your way or whenever in view of other peeps, you physically check your self up. Spray a refreshing touch of cologne ( not perfumes! your day-long-sweat-accumulation reacts violently with perfumes; inflight - perfumes are way too much for a very dry environment) to cap it off. Yuri Recommends: Bath and Body's Mountain Frost for Men and my special favorites Bath Body's Cucumber Melon, Green Tea & Cucumber and Sweet Pea </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1160990591166248342006-10-16T02:09:00.000-07:002006-10-16T02:28:25.256-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/plane.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/plane.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Frankfurt Oktoberfest Paparazzi Shot <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">My last Frankfurt flight, I went out partying since it was the start of their famous Oktoberfest. It was a bit rainy yet we still braved the night looking for that ODEON club to which these German peeps are talking about. After a train ride and a few turns from the station we finally found it. Not much pics to share but this one which I got from <a href="https://www.partyshooters.de/">Partyshooters.DE</a> I was not disappointed at all. For 3 euros the beer was already over-flowing! Music was good since it was Black Music night, so we got our asses bumping and grinding all night long with our fave tunes from Beyonce to Usher. We were all wasted partying for almost 5 hours. I thought I was up to Grinding 24 hrs but no, my body gave up even after that Vodka Red Bull. Well actually what made it more memorable is when the DJ played "Bebot" (tagalog slang for sexy chicks!). All those Germans just started jumping and singing "Pilipino! Pilipino! Pilipino!" A bit odd yes but the feeling is soo much i can't even describe how proud I am to be one. </div> Dance Break: Enjoy! <center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/LSvWNY1H-J4"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/LSvWNY1H-J4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object></embed></center> My current fave "Borderline" from Michael Gray feat. Shelly Pooleyurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1160989439660374312006-10-16T01:23:00.000-07:002006-10-16T02:29:33.340-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/plane.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/plane.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lookie Lookie Who's Back My sincerest apology to all for my nearly 2 months of absence. I made a promise that unfortunately was not able to keep. I did miss blogging for sure and the few friends I made since I started last year. To all those who left me a message here, in my ym and even emailed me, thank you. I've been really really busy that imagine I don't even have time to reply to my emails. You may not feel my presence here nor in your blogs as I did before but one thing's for sure... I'm always with all of you... naks. She Works Hard for the Money Surprisingly last April, I got another love letter from my office. After almost a year of being a First Class crew, I am now a Cabin Senior - fully in charge of the Economy Cabin, assistant to the purser and a purser itself in small aircrafts. I just finished my 3 week long training last August and all my observation flights last September. It's been really hectic eversince. I'm really thankful for yet another blessing and again I'm out there to prove myself worthy. It's a new ball game now. I'm terribly scared to be honest from my first solo flight until now. It's quite a challenge yes, but hey, this is how people grow. The pressure is too much now both physically up there (just imagine your sweat as you feel it lining your back smoothly) and emotionally from my handling my passengers and crew. Also, the thing is I don't look like one. My airline boasts of not just the youngest fleet but also the youngest crew and most good-looking crew in the business (ahem!). My last flight to Berlin flying A320, one of my pax in Business Class asked me that he wants to commend me to my purser. He was quite surprised when I told him I ws the one in charged of the flight. I went back to the galley and tilted my head, pouted my lips, demurely flipped my hair and just smiled (Haba ng Hair Ko Syeet). Sibling Bling <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/27680022420362m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/27680022420362m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Flying from Manila where she waited almost 2 weeks before she was finally able to get on the flight to Doha, sisterette now is here with me in Doha. I never thought that having a member of your family here would at least lessen that feeling of homesickness. It felt like I'm me again especially when I get to pick on her at times. Of course I'm her achi so she can't retaliate.. well actually I think she missed seeing me going nuts and crazy the way I really am around the peeps who knows the real me. Now I've got my TFC (The Filipino Chanel) watching buddy in Doha ever fixated on watching all those pinoy drama and reality shows like Pinoy Dream Academy to which is my current fave. I just do wish she'll get to stay longer and be able to land a decent job here like mois. But for now,the only thing that matters is Chise's here to keep me company before I leave for Manila again this December and to discipline her by controlling her eating habits. hahahahaha... Love to Love you Baby! </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/IMG_3806.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 127px;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/IMG_3806.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I won't give away too much. I think I've got this jinx bug whenever I make an announcement regarding my love life. Let the ring speak for itself - the REAL reason why I'm not hooked to my trusty laptop these days, I'm "hooked" to someone else. DND at the moment non-stop. *wink* Also have to brush up to my English vocabulary, I'm near to having an epileptic fit.</div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1160601902835840342006-10-11T14:22:00.000-07:002006-10-11T14:25:02.863-07:00Coming Soon...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1155263054239296302006-08-10T18:28:00.000-07:002006-08-10T20:14:22.273-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/g.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/a.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. 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Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Crew Rest No. 13 - Let's Play! </div><ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/blog.9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/blog.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>ABC- TV!</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let's wind up the clock and be kids once again. Blogfriends let's play a game. Being the couch potato that I am (well I watch pretty less TV now compared to before), I challenge you to name TV programs (foreign or local) from A to Z. Ready? Go! </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><li>Where's Yuri?</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Remember how we use to spend our recess and period breaks by playing SOS and tic-tac-toe? Does Spin-a-Wheel ring a bell to anyone? Well if not, I've got this to refresh your memory. It's like playing Wheel of Fortune actually. Question: For my next entry, Which of the 7 wonders of the World have I been to recently? Clue: If you're misbehaving, Your mom will go yelling: "If you see this guy, you'd start to cry..why? You'll be put in a sack, and forever your friends wont see you back. On his motor you'll be, taken away from me. I swear by his turban, you'll be eaten till your dead gone." <div style="text-align: center;">_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ hmmm is there a letter A? </div> </div><ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><li>Catfight </li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jealousy, Jealousy, Jealousy is such an evil thing Paris so... BURN baby BURN! Ever wondered how it would be if Paris challenges Nicole to a death match? Well here's your answer to that question. <center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/g3M8ZYbGwPg"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/g3M8ZYbGwPg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object></center></div></embed> <ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><li>In Reply to Tin-Tin's Meme:</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Got tagged by <a href="https://prettytin.blogspot.com">Tin-Tin</a>... thanks girl! thanks for the nice things you said. I'm just just flattered. hehehe... RANDOM: the first time i saw your pic in my comment box, i found you cute. aminan na! hahaha. at first i thought you look like john lloyd, but yuri, you look way better than him :) I know... hahaha.. *turns and flips his long silky hair* CHALLENGE: a background song on your blog but you should be the one singing Wait for my next podcast Tin! hehehe but I'll only sing a part ok? Would that be fine? COLOR: of course pink! Ala Kris Aquino.. CORRECT!!! SOMETHING I LIKE: your witty yet serious comments and posts Hmmm... I was trying to be sarcastic but it just shows that I'm a very nice, sweet boy from Pasay. Innocent and still a virgin (in my skin pores) hahahaha.... FIRST & CLEAREST MEMORY OF YOU: first is your picture on my comment box. sabi sayo, crush kita agad. hahaha. but the clearest is your post on toilet 101. because i just realized then that it's also part of your service We do, so if anyone here is on my flight, make sure you keep it clean or else... 10000 Sarah Balabagan lashes! ANIMAL: a colorful fab butterfly. i can't believe you're still a caterpillar Still in the process girl thanks! I always wanted to be on that realty show <a href="https://www.foxreality.com/shows.php?storyid=1062">THE SWAN</a>. Free make over dear! QUESTION: how's your lovelife? hehehe. i don't have any idea about it. Single, Looking for "willing" candidates. Shirt not a Requirement. You know my email. drop your CV okie? (I'm such a whore these days) SONG: Home by Michael Buble, coz i think it pretty much describes you This place, though the weather is exciting my sweat glands now, has grown in me. I've actually learned to love living here but as the saying goes "There's no place like home with pork on the dinner table." </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1155079441638098112006-08-08T14:56:00.000-07:002006-08-08T19:19:31.966-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/f.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/r.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a> Passenger Complain No. 9 - Now Back To Your Regular Program <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/testimage-standby-anim-02.0.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/testimage-standby-anim-02.png" alt="" border="0" /></a> <center><a href="https://www.myfilehut.com/userfiles/148342/UB40%20-%20I%20Can%20See%20Clearly%20Now.mp3">I Can See Clearly Now</a> UB40 I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day. I think I can make it now, the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is the rainbow I’ve been praying for It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day. Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies Look straight ahead, nothing but blue skies I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day. </center> <div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------- please cut here --------------------------------------------- <div style="text-align: justify;">To all my dear, dear blog friends... thank you! thank you ever so... for sticking with me even through my hiatus. I am but touched by your constant visits... Flying kisses to everyone *waves* </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/noname3.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/noname3.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It's nice to be back! OMG! The reason actually why I have to suddenly take a break from here is that I needed time to compose myself. I believe that it's never nice to belch bad things in here as it would only attract negative energy to my blog. Also, I was never brought up to trash people's lives and say mean things to them ( though I am very much tempted). It is sooooo against my handbook of "How to be Graceful and Glam when your 24, Single and Fabulous". Let's just say fairy godmother answered my prayers but it took me by surprise. I'm back... and will never EVER leave all of you hanging again. As opposed to rumours, I am not in Manila. I wish girls... but I still have to work and pay my dues. I'll be back home exactly on the 27th of December this year just in time for New Year and away from post Chrsitmas gifts nightmare! Typical pinoy culture... You're everyone's santa and I don't wanna splurge by making other non special peeps happy. I'd rather be there just in preparation for New Year and have a wild bang myself! (Stop thinking dirty... tsk tsk tsk) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/blog.5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/blog.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Also, for the record, I am not at all DEPRESS. Yeah perhaps, coz I'm gaining weight from doing nothing. I'm just this pseudo-adviser on how to be fantabulous when I'm having bulge problems myself!!! Kidding aside, I am not... I just dont know why but I am not... in fact I don't feel anyhting at all. Probably, I'm just all used up like an overused tube of toothpaste that I can't cry no more. To quote Jen from her movie. "I don't need this... I'm done... I am worth more than this..." I just came to my senses. I got my closure and knew that whatever happened before was never my fault as implied by "him" and the peeps around. I learned everything when we got back together. Slowly, I regained my dignity back. He's got balls to take away everything from me, even making people believe that I was to blame. Whatever I was accused of doing, I am but vindicated. THINKERS, DOERS. All the good things that he did is gone now, I paid my debts... and for all I know I have already done everything if not greater... God is good and He showed me the way for me to recover and to not be afraid anymore. In Manila, he no longer dwells the streets, its no longer his turf. I can step foot back home again without him haunting me. Another chapter in my life begins. I feel so light I can spread my wings and fly again.</div></div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1152742661051077332006-07-12T14:38:00.000-07:002006-07-12T15:45:44.403-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/d.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/i.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/a.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/n.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/a.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Crew Rest No. 12 - Happy Birthday Di! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/bes%20copy.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/bes%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>For those who have been reading my blog from the very beginning, you may have met my bestfriend Diane in some of my posts...trashing her like ever. She already left Doha last April and eversince things were never the same. I've got no one else to share my most intimate moments and silly laughters with. Grocery shopping isn't the same as well. But truly, I'm happy for her. She is now in peace and does the things she's been longing to do. For now the sparrow may have clipped her wings but soon you'll see her flying once again. Miss you Di! Hope to see again soon! Happy Birthday. Love yah! Before Diane left, she surprised us with this video. When I saw this, I just started crying. That was the time I realized her resignation was for real (Actually I co-wrote her resignation letter while watching Brokeback Mountain). Well... also... because I was too exposed (almost like being barenaked). Funky hair, bad hair day, eyebags, big boobs, short shorts and an Xrated pic that can be mistaken for an FHM pin up ( I've actually edited this part. hahahaha... sorry.) Okie. okie let's play a game. Watch the vid and answer this question. "What is my favorite color?" Ready? </div><center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/vnc2-pDIULM"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/vnc2-pDIULM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object></center></embed>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1152566238397432642006-07-10T13:23:00.000-07:002006-07-10T16:36:31.496-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/i.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/d.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/o.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/l.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a>POD No. 1 - Earth to Blogosphere <div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/PSY%20copy.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/PSY%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I dunno but I think John Lloyd fans in the person of Jane and Dheena came by and didn't like what I wrote (or my face at all) in my previous post. Sorry girls(boys?). In as much as you wanna puke your guts out for comparing moi to your idol, sadly, the feeling is more than mutual. With that I leave you this song, especially dedicated to both you. Since I've got no character, not much of a grammar-word-wiz / showbiz reporter look alike (hmmm... Rey Pumaloy? or Ogie Diaz? Tita Cristy? hmmm lower...), well perhaps this might help you know me better. "I did not kill anybody" (if I may borrow La Aunor's line)... but I might just... (Shucks, my "baduy" self is manifesting again... hahaha need some "pretend-to-be-rich pills"). *goes into epileptic fit* I'm quite flattered actually, Gosh! I'm getting POP! I have detractors already. I didn't expect it coming... so overwhelming, think I should start posting more of this stuff hahahaha... Love yah! mwah! </div> <div style="text-align: justify;">As promised, my first podcast! Warning: What you are about to hear is but CRAP! Never heard myself speak really and I sound horrible! So embarrassing.! Typical pinoy accent bwahahaha... Have to keep my promise so here goes nothing... (Click the Image) </div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.myfilehut.com/userfiles/148342/yuri.mp3"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/STOP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;">This reminds me of my tatay's (dad) voice tapes way way back. My gosh I'm a true blue OFW already! It's like making one to all you that I left broken-hearted in Manila hahahahaha...For any questions (personal or whatever) you want me answer in my next podcast (hopefully), drop me a note here: <a href="mailto:yuri_marqueses@yahoo.com?subject=1podcast">yuri_marqueses@yahoo.com</a> </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1152200261439459162006-07-06T08:35:00.000-07:002006-07-06T14:34:47.326-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/t.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/w.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/i.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/n.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a>Passenger Complain No. 8 - Is It Any Wonder? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/yuri%20copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/yuri%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/Noname.9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/320/Noname.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;">...And I thought no one would ever notice but since Din-Din told me about this in my previous entry, If I may ask.. "Do I really look like John Lloyd Cruz???" This is just too much. He is taking my "superficial" identity. Don't get me wrong, I am very much flattered by this so-called "compliment". But next time, please do say HE looks like me <s style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">not me resembling him</s>. I have to be the standard (thank you Din-Din, I appreciate you telling your friend I'm waaaaaaaaaay better), the one to which all comparison is based on. *hyperventillating* Remember guys, I am no second-rate, trying hard, copycat! No one is actually. Why am I dwelling over this shallowness? <s>Nothing else to write about so i settled for this silliness</s> It's like asking, would I rather be compared to John Llloyd or Bea Alonzo? My gosh... Well at least it's better than Diane calling me Chokoleit. That girl.... I miss you! First podcast is coming SOON! Finally you'll get to hear the voice behind the smiles. Hahahaha </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1151984501050483272006-07-03T20:28:00.000-07:002006-07-03T21:42:06.150-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!" href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/"><img alt="FriendsterForum.com" src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/h.gif" border="0" /></a><a title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!" href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/"><img alt="FriendsterForum.com" src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/o.gif" border="0" /></a><a title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!" href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/"><img alt="FriendsterForum.com" src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/m.gif" border="0" /></a><a title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!" href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/"><img alt="FriendsterForum.com" src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" border="0" /></a> Passenger Complain No. 7 - I Wanna Go Home This song is dedicated to me and to all of you stricken with homsickness: <center><a href="https://www.myfilehut.com/userfiles/113655/Michael%20Bubley%20-%20Let%20Me%20Go%20Home.mp3">Home</a> Michael Buble Another summer day Has come and gone away In Paris and Rome But I wanna go home Mmmmmmmm Maybe surrounded by A million people I Still feel all alone I just wanna go home Oh I miss you, you know And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you Each one a line or two “I’m fine baby, how are you?” Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough My words were cold and flat And you deserve more than that Another aerorplane Another sunny place I’m lucky I know But I wanna go home Mmmm, I’ve got to go home Let me go home I’m just too far from where you are I wanna come home And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life It’s like I just stepped outside When everything was going right And I know just why you could not Come along with me But this was not your dream But you always believe in me Another winter day has come And gone away And even Paris and Rome And I wanna go home Let me go home And I’m surrounded by A million people I Still feel alone Oh, let me go home Oh, I miss you, you know Let me go home I’ve had my run Baby, I’m done I gotta go home Let me go home It will all right I’ll be home tonight I’m coming back home </center><div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------- please cut here --------------------------------------------- </div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/family%20copy.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/family%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;">I know when the monsoon season is already starting in Manila. I will feel down together with rains and flashfloods. I miss Chise (my sis) and our midnight snacking together. My brother (Eumir) as we together piss the hell out my sister and my Mom our gossiping moments and out of town trips. I miss my honey and the things we usually do together. I need a break terribly. Yesterday I was sick. I was crying bucket full of tears the entire day. For now, I only have my trusty laptop and blogger friends to keep me company. I know better days will come soon, I know all things shall come to pass. God help me smile again. <div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------- please cut here --------------------------------------------- </div> Well anyway, been surfing around like crazy and found this. made me laugh like hell. Thought of sharing it. That's what's gonna hapen if you don't know how to use the toilet properly! Bwahahahaha... Enjoy!!! </div> <center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/4o2-M4HNbn0"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/4o2-M4HNbn0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object></center></embed>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1151800034103839232006-07-01T15:25:00.000-07:002006-07-01T18:08:26.336-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. 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Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/u.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/s.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/h.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a> Chapter 2.2 - Lavatory Grooming Writer's note: For whatever purpose this may serve, Everything written here are only the opinions and insights of the blogger. He represents no one but himself. Thanks. <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Here's a video by Daniel Cirera that got me singing. Very Eamon-ish Fuck You song dedicated to all you bastards/bitches out there. <center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/7hAhmeHR3l4"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/7hAhmeHR3l4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object> </center></embed> As my purser often tells us, grooming isn't only about how we touch ourselves up every now and then, nor how we stand and present ourselves to the passengers but also the way cabin cleanliness should be meticulously checked and properly maintained throughout the flight. What people don't know, behind all the glamour are plastic gloves, nauseating disinfectants and lemon air freshners. Yes, after we close the doors, everything is on us. From medical cases to cleaning up the mess you made in the lavatory. In this time and age, I can't help but be fascinated still that some people have yet to learn "toilet courtesy". It's not like they just invented toilet sinks and bowls yesterday nor is it totally different from those which you have in your respective houses. The same mechanism to apply. You piss/shit, you wipe your ass, flush it, wash your hands and wipe the basin. It's so elementary yet some people still needs to be addressed about this. Well for your sake and ours as well, here are some pointers for review and practical use the next time you board an airplane. <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/flush.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/flush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Photo taken from: <a href="https://flickr.com/photos/acmephoto/">ACME-Nollmeyer</a> </div><ol><li> Never try to tamper the smoke detector. Aside from the penalty and cancellation of your next trip, you can be subjected to <s>skinning without anesthesia</s> imprisonment in case fire should happen due to your smoking addiction (in case we all survive). If you can't manage, <s>drug yourself up</s> or better yet chew it.</li><li>Please lock the lavatory door to avoid such inconveniences like us seeing your doodle.</li><li>Don't dump the tissues or whatever in the toilet bowl. The flushing is obstructed thus, WE have to unclog it! Waste bins are clearly marked and it's there to serve its purpose.</li><li>Doesn't matter if you leave skid marks, but please don't you forget to flush it.</li><li>Phlegms are for tissues not a basin ornament. Spread love not germs especially on a "tubed" environment.</li><li>Never walk barefoot in the lavatory. I can't assure you it's 100% microbe free. I'm not even sure if it's water you're stepping at.</li><li>Wipe the basin after use. Again, you are reminded. There's even a note that says: "As courtesy to the next passenger, please wipe the basin after use." So please, WIPE THE BASIN AFTER YOU USE IT.</li><li>As aircraft toilets are unisex, guys, please be considerate of the ladies. Put the toilet seat up then do your thing. Also, make sure you hit the spot and don't hose it to wherever.</li><li>If you want to use premium class toilets, buy a premium class ticket. Don't start bitching about the queue behind is a mile long. These things are paid for thus, premium class passengers need not suffer from the pains of holding their bladders. They're privileged. </li><li>For whatever reason, please, do ask your friendly flight attendants in case you need assistance. We don't judge people, in fact we do appreciate it much MUCH more. thank you.</li></ol> </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1151646832593038242006-06-29T20:44:00.000-07:002006-06-30T04:38:34.313-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Before anything else can you tell me where the hell is this woman being dragged into? Who you think is pulling her to wherever ? LOVE the song, especially the video. Go check it out.</div> <center><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/2bglK1hgA0M"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/2bglK1hgA0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object></center></embed> <a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. 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Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/i.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/s.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a> Flight No. 069 - Madrid <div style="text-align: justify;">Ola! Senorito y Senoritas! I've been drenched in wines and beers lately. It's party time once again. Monsoon rains may come to Manila, but here I am enjoying the summer sun of Europe. First time in the land of conquistadors, siesta, flamengo and bull fighting and just can't describe how much fun I had. Too bad, it wasn't that long but I sure did made the most out of it! </div> <center><embed src="https://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=30762175" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="https://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="426"></center></embed> Station Info:<ul style="text-align: justify;"><li style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Puerta de Alcala - The monument of Plaza de la Indepencia, "<a href="https://www.discoverfrance.net/France/Paris/Monuments-Paris/Arc-CDG.shtml">The Arc de Triomphe</a>" of Spain.</li><li style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Bear and the Madroño Tree - The Royal symbol of Madrid</li><li style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Real - means royal not "real" (Real Madrid = Royal Madrid; Royal Tru Orange = Real Tru Orange corny!)</li><li style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Plaza Mayor - The central Plaza of Madrid built during the Austrian period, the venue of all royal festivities from soccer games to bull fighting. Now, a plaza where restaurants serve the best Paella!</li><li style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Paella (frying pan) - the rice cuisine that originated from Valencia, a province in Spain, from which rice, seafood and meat are mixed harmoniously to create a very palatable dish!</li><li>Las Ventas Plaza De Toros - The home of bull fighting, tights and Spanish asses in Madrid. Truly, the most gruesomne yet titillating experience ever!</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;">How to kill a Bull in 20 minutes: </div> Facts taken from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullfighting#Spanish">Wikepedia</a> (concised by) as I have no idea at all too. But after watching 6 bulls fight till the end of their lives for 2 hrs, I discovered that all is choreographed into one bloody dance number... <center><embed src="https://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=30769185" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="https://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="426"></center></embed> <ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>The Matador has 6 assistants: 2 picadores (horse-riders each provided with a spear/lance), 3 banderillos and 1 mozo de espada (sword servant).</li><li>Spanish bullfighting is divided into 3 stages (Tercio de Varas, Tercio de Banderillas and Tercio de Muerte) each one to commence and end at the sound of the trumpet.</li><li>Tercio de Varas - "lances third", the bull's behavior is observed by he matador, afterwhich the picadores attracts the bull to the heavily armored horse to spear it. This would eventually weaken the bull due to excessive blood loss.</li><li>Tercio de Banderillas - "banderillas third", 2 harpoon sticks disguised as banderillas are bravely planted by the banderillos to the raging bull. Further wounding would cause it to be really cranky like my mom in the morning, thus the famous red eyes, fuming nostrils.</li><li>Tercio de Muerte -"death third" The matador re-enters the ring with the red cape (muleta) and a sword. For every graceful turn, the bull's life is at hand, waiting for the final kill. The sword thrusted from the shoulder blades perforating to its heart as they both charge head on. </li><li>Though the injury is fatal, it would take time for the bull to die, this calls for A coup de grâce- the hapless animal stabbed in the spinal cord.</li><li>After all the drama, the bull is dragged by gallopping horses to be cooked as tapas and the Matador claims his minute of fame.</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know why this is considered a sport, and where the hell do they get all the bulls? Bull-sh**! I've heard animal rights people are on the case already. Barcelona (hear-say) already put an end to this gore-y, sadistic tradition. Lucky me, I went to Madrid. </div> yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22305149.post-1151107712017499142006-06-23T16:35:00.000-07:002006-06-24T11:15:02.116-07:00<a href="https://imageshack.us"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="https://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7/j02365159un.gif" border="0" width="85" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/v.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/e.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/d.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/a.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a><a href="https://www.friendsterforum.com/" title="The Largest selection of friendster, Piczo and Xanga layouts, Profile editors, Customize your friendster, Xanga, Piczo Profile. friendster Games, Generators and Images. Pimp your Profile!"><img src="https://www.friendsterforum.com/tool/glitter/1/set9/y.gif" alt="FriendsterForum.com" border="0" /></a>Crew Rest No. 11 - Happy Bday Sir Paul! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/bdayboy%20copy.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/bdayboy%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;">In lieu of Sir Paul's Birthday, Kay and I once again braved the kitchen and synergized our powers in the wee hours of the morning to yet again conquer another baking challenge. Yes, for those of you who don't know... I cook! From simple everyday meals to extravagant dishes that even that fact amazes me. That I owe to my mom who is always a text away if I need some assistance. Now, may I proudly present to you, our greatest creation so far: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/yy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/400/yy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/1600/yuri%20049%20copy.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3166/2268/200/yuri%20049%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Last year, we made a delightful chocolate cake for the same occassion. My first and Kay's as well. Prior to that, we did a trial run by doing a simple egg pie. It was a success yet there was no evidence of the hardwork done. People doubted us as if they haven't seen us do magic by creating sumptuous desserts (Kay's specialty) and effortless Kare-Kare (Oxtail stew), Morcon (Beef flanks rolled with veggies, cheese and bacon topped with sauteed tomato sauce) and Chicken Galantina (Smoked meat wrapped in chicken skin and stuffed with eggs, raisins, pickels and cheese). I believe, it is but proper to give us credit. <center><embed src="https://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=29995731" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="https://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="426"></center></embed> All in the name of love. Being the second wife (now, just got promoted), it is but my duty to support the legal wife. I will work my way up dont cha worry. Just a matter of performance. If not, there's always something called asphyxiation. Love u Kay! Happy Birthday Sir Paul. Thanks for looking after mem for understanding us ( me, Diane and especially K) and doing all the "difficult" chores in the flat. Love you! mwah! </div>yurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862754429138958824noreply@blogger.com41

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