<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127</id><updated>2011-06-22T11:16:25.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watermelon.gurl</title><subtitle type='html'>n. hard green rind with sweet watery pink or reddish flesh (bwahahahaha!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-5735040863566171332</id><published>2007-05-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:49:21.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>email #1: when is it really over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this 6-year old letter on my email. I cant remember how it got to me but it was forwarded to my yahoo from my previous company email account. lol! Its a sad piece but its very well-written. Don't read it if you're happy with your love life, hahaha. This is so depressing. I just wish I'm not the one who wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the mornings after another sleepless night that I cannot help not ask myself, why didn't I have a good night sleep again? Then I would just joke myself and answer it with, maybe someone's been thinking of me all night....hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jokes are always half-meant, a friend said once. And maybe...just maybe, behind that joke, there's this wishful thinking that someone has really been thinking of me. Then the memory of someone from the past would, again, bounce in my head...disturb my sanity and make my day half-miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if he's thinking about me? What if he still loves me? It's just another imagination, I know. Another day of what if's and maybe's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the nth time, I've told myself that when it's over, it's really over! There's no sense turning back or even trying to pick up the pieces again. It's time to move on and face the reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's over, is it really over? When you decide to let go, do you really succeed in letting go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just heard the latest song of Sugar Ray a while ago. Here's the few lines that caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's over, That's the time I fall in love again...When it's over, That's the time you're in my heart again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can you possibly say it's over when you're still in love with the person you said you were over with already? I guess it's not that easy when the chain of the past locks you in the chest of false hopes and leads you to a place called fantasy with Cinderella and Snow white as your best friends! The three of you would gather on the hilltop and after a while three young, drop-dead gorgeous princes would come riding on their horses to join the picnic under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How pathetic! But, admit it or not, it's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hardest part of losing a loved one is to accept the fact that they're gone and might never come back again. There are things that will always remind you of your togetherness...the places you've been, his or her favorite food you used to cook for him or her, expressions you used to hear from him or her and songs you've both loved to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the memories that'd linger on your mind from time to time. Because you were both in love before (or so you think), it makes you hope for another chance. You begin to believe on what others said that love is lovelier the second time around and the line from Ally McBeal, "whoever said that 'plenty of fish in the sea' thing is lying. Sometimes, there's only one...trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We would desperately believe that what happens in the movies might also happen to us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who didn't like the lines from the movie "Runaway Bride" where Julia Roberts told Richard Gere, "I guarantee that we'll have tough times; I guarantee that in some point, one of us would want to get out; I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret this for the rest of my life, 'coz I know in my heart...you're the only one for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We tend to think that the person who left us will come back one day and say those words, or just simple words but would promise forever. Problems may occur every now and then, but we would consider those things as trials to be conquered in order for the relationship to bloom and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oouucchh! Reality just bit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More often than not, these romantic movies and mushy love songs only make us long for something we cannot have...and for someone who cannot be ours again. It hurts to admit that we are just pretending. All the while, we already knew the truth but we ignore it. When the damage is done, there's nothing left to do but cry...to mourn for the bitterness in our hearts. Then curse anybody who gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm scared!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As long as we still hold on to the past, the chance of meeting someone new may be a bit far off the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fear of trusting and falling in love again may also hinder us to grow and move on. We are hesitant to take the risk, afraid that we may get hurt again. Because of the negative thoughts stocked in our brains, we refuse to go out from our self-made world and deprive ourselves from new opportunities, whether in love affairs or career wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's face it! Betrayal can be anywhere and anyone can be a victim. The worst part is when the one we truly, madly and deeply love is the one who will betray us in the end. Then we are left with nothing but a broken heart and wounded pride. Sad... but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reality check please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can happen to anyone but we shouldn't just take things as it comes. An action must be done. We should take care of ourselves from the hungry wolves in the jungle. It's just a matter of survival. Stand up when you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's okay to cry as hard and as long as you want to, just make sure that when you stop crying, you won't cry for the same reason anymore. Learn and live. Love is the most wonderful thing one can offer, so be smart enough to give the love in your heart to the one who really deserves it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-5735040863566171332?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5735040863566171332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=5735040863566171332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/5735040863566171332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/5735040863566171332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/05/email-1-when-is-its-really-over.html' title='email #1: when is it really over?'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-8856089016487231644</id><published>2007-05-10T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:27:35.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all this clutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i recently found out that my yahoo mail has reached more than 50%.... that's more than 500MB of emails and 1M (yes one million emails) of those i haven't read.  anyway, i decided to do something worthwhile this time around.  i wanted to organize my emails, delete those forwarded ones, specially those huge ones.  as i go through them one by one, i thought that some are worth keeping.  so i decided to post some of them here on my blog so i can share them with you.  i rarely forward emails, especially those that requires strenuous press-"page-down"-key-till-you-reach-the-actual-email-content.  its funny that some email users are too lazy to delete the original mail headers as they forward. i rather post them here so as to avoid cluttering someone else's email.  hahaha.  keep reading, i'll post some of those stories, jokes, etc. here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, someone told me i look like 33 years old! i was aghast!  he told me the dark areas around my eyes are too noticeable that he recommended that i use a concealer.  the worst part of it is that that guy is straight! geesh!  i've been feeling kinda low right now. i feel so unattractive that the only guys who would take notice in me are those people who were online during the irc controversy... those who heard my voice.  and im sure that they are interested only because they're sure that i'm one of the female species (or at least sound like one).  i rarely go to spas these days... i havent had time for my facials... and i've missed a lot of sleep (not that its unusual for me, lol!) plus the fact that im so stressed out over simple things like where to go for dinner (or if i should eat dinner at all).  sigh! even i'm sporting a new do, i still look haggard. my self-confidence is hitting rock-bottom right now. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im planning to take it easy these next days to come... maybe try sleeping early and waking up late. sleep the whole weekend off and start my gym sessions by june.  oh! i still have to pass my driver's license exam next next week.  im not sure if im free though.  as you can see, i've been spending much as well.  maybe i'll save up starting july... or august... or... whenever, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im into watching heroes tv series these days. youtube has stopped providing most series uploads so i've found another site.  i'd rather watch them on stream than download (im THAT impatient, lol!). i missed my dr. house. maybe after heroes i'll try searching for series 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the things i need to focus on so i can look younger (again? did i ever look young for my age? sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;- laugh a little (i wouldnt want to look crazy)&lt;br /&gt;- drink plenty of water&lt;br /&gt;- relax every x 'oclock  f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or 5 minutes where x is multiple of 3.&lt;br /&gt;- dont forget my lotion and sunscreen. and more importantly, put them on!&lt;br /&gt;- sleep at the very least... 7 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;- spa twice a month, facial once a month&lt;br /&gt;- and smile a lot.... i mean a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-8856089016487231644?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8856089016487231644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=8856089016487231644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/8856089016487231644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/8856089016487231644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-this-clutter.html' title='all this clutter'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-3510301799448239393</id><published>2007-05-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:30:40.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the wannabee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after days of trying to find out who was pretending to be me on irc, i finally hit the bulls eye.  with the help of friends and people from the telco, i can now say i know who that person is. sad thing is that i was hoping that my first hunch was wrong.  i still cant accept that someone who ruined my quiet life would be so offensive as to ruin my image.  i was supposed to be the one to do such thing... to feel so much hate towards that person and wish death on that individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i do wish it sometimes. im still human and anger is a natural feeling after the pain.  revenge would cross my mind coz, let's face it... everyone thinks of it. i mean, we both got hurt. so i guess thats enough, right?  we're all grown-ups and what happened was unintentional. everyone should accept the fact that EVERYTHING WAS UNINTENTIONAL. plus the fact that if someone would do the first offensive move, that person should be me! i dont need to ask forgiveness to anyone as they've hurt me first.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, enough is enough.  i need to move on with my life... and if that person bothers me again, i can't promise that i'd stay nice and sweet.  every person has their limits. you dont want to push me too much. believe me!  i've never been angry to the point of wanting to hurt someone since grade 3. when i'm angry i use words; when i hate, i keep quiet and hit someone, for real! and i can go on hurting you physically coz i'll never get satisfied. so dont push me. a person can only take as much... i can fight and i will fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-3510301799448239393?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3510301799448239393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=3510301799448239393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/3510301799448239393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/3510301799448239393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-wannabee.html' title='the end of the wannabee'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-3767719570412327295</id><published>2007-04-29T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:06:59.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things you know, you've learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im a very trusting person.  i hate to think people could do harm to anyone without a good reason... or at least a reason.  everybody has a reason to do something.  you cant just be that bored and say, "hey, there's nothing to do so why dont i ruin this person for the time being" for me, that's unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was chillin' when my cell beeped a message.  one message after another... and that was enough overthrow a nice dvd movie, and i bet even a "house" marathon.  but it got worse, people were asking if that was me on friendster and if i was available for... oh, you dont wanna know since i always wanted to run a PG-level (Parental Guidance needed) blog.  men started calling me, wanted to meet up, asking for you-know-what session. and all i can say was what the hell was happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to do something so i asked one guy how "we" supposedly met. he said he's chatting with me that very moment. like what?!!!! i asked the irc server, channel and "my so-called nickname".  i was online ... or the person who was pretending to be me.  wow! talk about being an instant celebrity.  now i remembered why i deleted my friendster account years back.  tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the story is confidential but this blog would remind me of it.  i feel so awkward trusting people now. they just get back at you, bite you real hard... or the pain exaggerates only coz its unexpected. you trust... they lie. like house say, "everybody lies". but then, i think people lie so others wont be hurt. so my mind keeps on asking the Why's just coz i hate to point fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt now... whoever that person will feel the same way if not now, then someday.  fate is only unfair until it gets even.  and i believe it will, by then fate will be called karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, my friendster email so at they wont be able to bother much unless they know my last name. i'll change numbers by june so no biggie really.  whats really funny is that they find my photos nice.  i didnt know i was attractive... or maybe there are men who are just desperate. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-3767719570412327295?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3767719570412327295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=3767719570412327295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/3767719570412327295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/3767719570412327295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-you-know-youve-learned.html' title='things you know, you&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-7191989429557738618</id><published>2007-04-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:06:18.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm rollin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been driving around for the past few days. but today was really special. after my driving lessons, i realized that driving is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup. weird things have been happening to me but at least now i know im my same old self with a plus. i can change... enjoy the things that i dont like in the past. funny eh? but driving tends to relax my mind and focus on the streets, especially if professional drivers keeps honking their horns regardless if you're moving or the car's engine stopped. i know how tempting to do these stuff to a car with a "Warning: Student Driver" sign on it. c'mmon admit it guys, you've done that at least once in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i was saying... if i can change the things that i like. maybe i can do the reverse of it... dislike the things i like. hmmm like be able to squash a walking cockroach... or shower together with some naked strangers in a spa(women only ofcourse). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont know how comforting to know that i can do just that. now i know i still have the strength of mind... to control my emotions. i need this kind of flexibility to protect myself. tonight has been fruitful to me. i've confirm that... i'm still me, a bit broken... yes but surviving and thats the most important part of my self-discovery. friends are not always there for me, so i have to do things on my own.... like driving for instance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we are individually complete on our own. we only search for someone who will complement us in life. if ever i'm meant to walk this life alone, its fulfilling to know that i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------Excepts from my driving sessions:&lt;br /&gt;Instructor: Ma'am marunong po ba kayong magovertake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student: Hindi ko pa kaya no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instructor: O sige ma'am. Intayin na lang natin yung pedicab. Dito lang tayo drive sa likod nya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Easter everyone!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-7191989429557738618?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7191989429557738618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=7191989429557738618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/7191989429557738618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/7191989429557738618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-rollin.html' title='i&apos;m rollin&apos;...'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-6566470309129314486</id><published>2007-03-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:36:09.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late bloomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people would laugh @ me as im rediscovering the fascinating world of friendster. they kept on saying that the friendster is out. i had a friendster account before but decided its just another way to invite stalkers. i dont know why i created a new one. maybe i got jealous.... yeah i got jealous (lol!) so im trying to recover the friends i seem to have lost all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would stay awake for hours trying to figure out the names of my old buddies, as old as my grade school days and im amazed how time changed for them. one of them is now a male model with a bod that ladies would crave for. and this same guy was my regular partner in class and even school programs. i was really suprised with the transformation. most of my girl friends are married and have kids. the guys are more or less in a relationship and planning to get married soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i look back at myself. what have i accomplished in life? darn, what do i want to accomplish?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was in highschool, i thought i would get married and have kids before im 30. why? coz by the time my baby's 20 years old, i'll be around fifties and ... well, generation gap would definitely be a problem. i want to enjoy my grandkids before im 60 and that would mean my kid has to marry before 25! lol. talk about time pressure. thats what i want. to achieve everything i could in my career as a programmer, have a happy family, own a business (probably related to food or a pre-school), watch my kid grow up while holding the hand of the person i would love for the rest of my life. i think thats enough for me. of course being darn rich would be a plus. lol! but honestly, as long as my family is happy, money is just a necessity but not an issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey maybe some of you would see me that way on friendster. whatever! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-6566470309129314486?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6566470309129314486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=6566470309129314486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/6566470309129314486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/6566470309129314486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/late-bloomer.html' title='late bloomer'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-8115125914368823562</id><published>2007-03-14T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:19:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>status update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey! thanks for reading. actually im amazed that people are still visiting the site of the lazy blogger. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bad news have been bugging me for weeks. i've been so down these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lovelife: close to nada. i rarely see the bf as he got the weirdest schedule as usual. he has tuesdays and wednesday off and works 12am till morning. and this week, he's been out to galera and we dont talk much... not even on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;career: overworked as usual. gets up before 8am, arrives at the office at 9am work till almost 9pm, gets home at past 10pm.  i barely have time for lunch and dinner and i think we're still delayed with our deliverable. dont get me wrong, its not totally my fault. the timeline is too tight for such a huge project. dependencies, requirements and specs are late. its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;socials: everyone i know is in a relationship and that translate to being friends being busy. so while they're enjoying their newfound love. and with my work sched, i'm too tired to even to go online at night.  worst, im too wasted that i would say no to shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only good part is i still have the energy to go to a spa for a good massage. i went to urban escape this week; though i cant remember what day it was. i tend to forget the date lately. their vip room has its own shower room. really nice! and mary, my masseuse was very nice and never failed to give attention to those parts that ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realized that there's a lot of spas in the quezon city area, particularly on timog ave.  for now, i'll just pamper myself to drown my loneliness. lol. at least now, i still have time to blog, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok back to my project documentation. sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-8115125914368823562?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-4738379634049215325</id><published>2007-03-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:19:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on with the show</title><content type='html'>wow! i cant imagine what happened in the last two months. everything was a blur... too fast to even notice that i missed a lot of blogging.  what happened to me? i dunno. this year i got a new job... something that i really like. but you cant imagine how stressful it is... how demanding the client is.  but then again, like i said... this is what a like.  blame me for being sadomasochist in the workplace. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i still feel like its january. i didnt had a chance to create a new year's resolution, did i? yeah, most of the time i ignore it anyway.  we are all guilty of ignoring the list, one time or the other. so im going to list down the things i want to do this year or at least before i'm 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. learn to swim - i know!!! summer is coming and i'm still afraid once the water reaches my nose. lol. the only good thing is my height. at least i'd be far enough before that happens. but then again, i still have to learn and my previous attempts are all unsuccessful. need a patient teacher. any takers?&lt;br /&gt;2. get a driver's license - this is like the 3rd time i've applied for a student license. i've been such a regular that the staff asked me if i have any plans to get a real license at all. hahaha. i really dont plan to drive unless necessary. i'm expecting to have someone who can drive me around.  i only need the license for the sake of having one. now the problem is, i have to learn how to drive. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;3. go to tagaytay - everyone i know has been there!!! its frustrating to know that its closer than baguio and i havent even been to tagaytay.  i have heard of nice eating places and spas in that place. i have to get there... i have to!&lt;br /&gt;4. own a car - with a driver ofcourse. see number 2.&lt;br /&gt;5. get my old abs back - its summer. i have to tone down. i dont want to hit the beach with my&lt;br /&gt;current state. need to loose inches off the waistline. any suggestions, people? gym?&lt;br /&gt;6. have a baby girl - who's as cute as me. err, do i have to get married first???? but i only want the baby.  husbands are such a liability. hahaha. im soooo glad that bf's not reading my blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else. my mind's been working a lot these days and sunday is it's rest day so it goes blank. hahaha. anyway, i'll try to update my site every so often. and i'd like to say congrats to dallas mavs for getting into the playoffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-4738379634049215325?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4738379634049215325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=4738379634049215325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/4738379634049215325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/4738379634049215325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-with-show.html' title='on with the show'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-6900621660409974110</id><published>2007-01-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:29:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talk about major backlog.  sorry if i didnt update this site for a looong time. my holiday was wild. lots of parties, overflowing drinks, and all out dancing (NOT!).  but a lot did happen. so for record-keeping purposes, here's a quick round down of my holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 18 - start of my vacation leave from my old job... i think i already told you guys that im going to join a new company so i decided it would be wise to take a time-off... slow down and then re-organize my life in preparation for my new job.  it wasnt that easy... during my last few days, i still cant feel that im leaving.  i sent out my goodbye email to my colleagues  last jan 2 when my last day was supposed to be dec. 29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 19 - my dad came home for the holidays. tensed moments as my mom and dad stopped talking for more than 3 years.  you can never imagine an LQ between parents! believe me, you dont want to get caught in between.  but then again, its funny how they tried to avoid talking to each other but they can't. hahaha. its better than any korean telenovelas i've watched from youtube.  everything's smooth so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;days in between 19 to 23 - everything was crazy. we had to keep an eye at home and make sure that my mom and dad is at least 20 feet away from any sharp/pointed objects.  hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 23 - 1st day of shopping for christmas gifts for my godchildren. i know... i know... its a bit late.  paolo and i went to mall of asia and was able to buy 2 toys.  at least, i was able to buy something, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 24 - the true definition of last minute holiday rush. bought the rest of the gifts (total_gifts minus 2 gifts that i bought last dec 23) for our relatives (kids) and my godchildren. bought ingredients (food) for noche buena (christmas eve). started cooking @ past 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 25 - finished cooking @ 12am... everyone's asleep (or pretending to be asleep) to avoid eating the food i cooked. bought the gift for my man (you dont have to tell me; i know thats a bit late)... went to his place and had dinner with his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 26 - spent the day sleeping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 30 - started buying my ingredients for my homemade bbq ribs and sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dec 31 - mom's bday... bought her a ref as a bday gift-slashed-christmas gift. the ribs turned out ok and the sauce... errrrr, edible even if i poured 1 cup of teriyaki sauce and 1 cup of soy sauce when its should be 1 tbsp of teriyaki sauce and 1 tbsp of soy sauce. hey!!! mistakes do happened. my bf was running out of breath laughing until i told him that i'll be his future cook for the rest of his life.  that should stop him!  went to visit my friend... gave him the food i cooked plus 3 tablets of immodium (just in case).  spent the night @ bf's place and spent new year with his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jan 1 - too drunk... can't remember the things that happened after the 7th shot of tequila.... or was it 8th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jan 2 - first day of my new job. got 2 deadlines already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see!!!  i've been too busy but i think now i'm able to catch up.  so expect regular updates on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the nth time... i know its late but merry christmas and happy new year to all my friends out there. and thanks for all the gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scott, thanks for the chocolates. i shared... promise. i gave a piece to red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erik, my unofficial driver. thanks for the keychain. i'm collecting keychains that came from different places. i've never been to vigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tatay rodec, the ballpen is great. fyi, it comes with a flashlight and laser pointer. if i ever i cant find it on my bag.... the bf stole it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abi, thanks for the goodies and the kikay stuff! and for telling me that red is my fav color. i'll never know the stuff im missing until you point them out. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bf... you!!!! you didnt give me the number 1 item on my wishlist.... grrrr! do i come in second thats why you gave me an iPod instead?!!!! do you think getting an 80gb would compensate for the fact that you didnt gave me my top wish?  just kidding.... i didnt know you would follow my wishlist.  next year maybe im going to put up something like (again in descending order): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) black mazda 3 with hired driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) white mazda 3 (customized clear backlight) with hired driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(3) red mazda 3 with hired driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4) house and lot (200sqm  floor area excluding lap pool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(5) red ducati 999 (2nd hand is acceptable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a great year everyone!!! and for a change... advanced happy chinese new year!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-6900621660409974110?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6900621660409974110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=6900621660409974110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to give me something for christmas but unsure of what i like, here's my christmas wish list (in descending order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________ Sony Ericsson P990i&lt;br /&gt;_________ 80GB/60 GB ipod video&lt;br /&gt;_________ black Portable Sony Playstationv1.6&lt;br /&gt;_________ 6MB (or up) sony/canon digicam&lt;br /&gt;_________ designer shades (dkny/prada)&lt;br /&gt;_________ nike/addidas gym shoes (preferably not red and white)&lt;br /&gt;_________ designer perfume and designer eau de toillette (you have to buy both)&lt;br /&gt;_________ hobo/everyday bag (black or white) (BCBG/Nine West)&lt;br /&gt;_________ 2MB memory stick(2 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;_________ designer wristwatch that'll look good on my skinny wrist (good luck!)&lt;br /&gt;_________ speedo swimwear (for my swim lessons, so make it two)&lt;br /&gt;_________ stringy flat shoes (take note: noun is in its plural form)&lt;br /&gt;_________ spa certificates for massages AND body scrubs (unlimited)&lt;br /&gt;_________ Harry Potter Book 7 original and unpublished manuscript (i'll worship you if you bring me this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to choose from these list. *wishing....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, dont forget to send me all your christmas wish-gift with a minimum cost of P200. i love you all and merry christmas!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-1792110164428513184?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1792110164428513184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=1792110164428513184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/1792110164428513184'/><link 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fresh air before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i still dont know if i made the right decision. but i've always been firm on what i do. i dont normally regret things... well at least i try not to. it doesnt help to remove this sadness though. i've always live for my work. while so many of my friends tell me to live my life... for me, life is work and the sidelines would be my lovelife, passion for sport (err, watching them i mean), shopping and the rest of my vanities. so people dont usually understand how i feel leaving a certain company... be it for 5 years or even less than a year. for me, its like totally changing my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so change beckons me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont ask why im leaving. i still dont know any subtle way of saying it except for the fact that days (or situations) have changed me and i can no longer look at people around me in the same way. deep down, somehow... i feel that i have made a wrong choice but then again, it made me realize things that i lack... the skills that i still need to acquire. i honestly am afraid that i've degraded myself for not being able to stay given the situation. still, if i dont do that, i will continue to deteriorate and in the process, bring people around me with me. that would be worst, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im going to start fresh again... i hope. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to lighten things up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.dilbert.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 515px; HEIGHT: 437px" height="491" src="http://dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert200612087263.jpg" width="563" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006112216208.gif" width="515" /&gt;&lt;img height="207" src="http://dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006152711207.gif" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-8087643879069023749?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8087643879069023749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=8087643879069023749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/8087643879069023749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/8087643879069023749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/entry-by-workaholic.html' title='entry by a workaholic'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Brand New - Existing Models&lt;br /&gt;MA399G/A IPOD LEATHER VIDEO 60GB 990.00 Brand New - Existing Models&lt;br /&gt;M9282FE/A APPLE IPOD 20GB w/ Clickwheel 5,000.00 Brand new - Phased-out Model&lt;br /&gt;M9829FE/A APPLE IPOD PHOTO 30GB 8,000.00 Brand new - Phased-out Model&lt;br /&gt;MA146ZP/A APPLE IPOD 30GB VIDEO BLACK 12,000.00 Brand new - Phased-out Model&lt;br /&gt;MA003ZP/A APPLE IPOD 60GB VIDEO WHITE 15,900.00 Brand new - Phased-out Model&lt;br /&gt;M9844SA/A APPLE IMAC 17"/2.0GHZ/512/160/SD/56K/BT/ 38,000.00 Brand New&lt;br /&gt;M9969SA/A POWERBOOK 15.2" 1.67GHZ/512/80/SD/APX/BT 66,500.00 Brand New&lt;br /&gt;1048ML PALM ZIRE 22 7,100.00 4,650.00 Brand New&lt;br /&gt;1040CN-BP1 TREO 650 BLUE EDITION BUNDLE PACK 19,950.00 Brand New&lt;br /&gt;1044US-CD LIFEDRIVE MULTIMEDIA CD KIT 20.00 Brand New&lt;br /&gt;FA673A#UUF HP IPAQ HX2190 POCKET PC WM5.0 16,650.00 Brand New&lt;br /&gt;FA385A#UUF HP IPAQ HW6515E CAMERA/GSM/EDGE APD - 28,200.00 Brand New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, there goes my time deposit. if you want the pricelist, just drop me an email at h2omelon.gurl-at-yahoo-dot-com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-4865464687128565229?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4865464687128565229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=4865464687128565229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/4865464687128565229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/4865464687128565229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/money-comes-money-goes.html' title='money comes... money goes'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-5975895129120614824</id><published>2006-12-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:49:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review: meeting the new bond (casino royale)</title><content type='html'>honestly, i wasnt a believer of the new james bond character. when i saw the trailer, i said that he wouldnt fit the suit. i did see him with the a lesser sense of fashion, humor, charisma the the bond attitude must have (or the past pierce brosnan had). and with the casino royale plot, i expect less of the gadgets, cars, and women. and after i had the nerve to lose P160 just to watch it, i realized that i wasnt entirely correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0.5em; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/j/images/james-bond-21-casino-royale-poster-0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while its true that most of who watched the flick got dis -appointed with Q entirely out of the pic, i believe that its a better adaptation than the casino royale movie back in the 60s (or was it 70s). the jbond series have become a comodity in the movie industry... highlighting more on the concept cars of some giant car manufacturing entity, special gadgets that would require the latest special FX, and the hottest women with the sexiest bods that would plague the next men's mags. too much of the gadgetry in my opinion, turned it into a Mission-Impossible type of flick than that of a Bourne-series. but looking past those (though, i understand it wouldnt be easy for most of us especially the younger ones), you'll get to appreciate the storyline itself. how on gets a double O status? that agents do make mistakes, and usually have a lot of ego. except when bond was chasing this bomber-turned-spiderman, the movie is as real as one can get. by the time you leave the theater, you can say to yourself that somewhere in UK, there's a double O status agent. for real! you can get it from a more professional review site but here's my take on the new bond movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WARNING: SPOILERS UP AHEAD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new bond wasnt a women's man as the old bonds potrayed to be. thus, less flirting and more true feelings. i guess when i watched the old bond flicks, i knew those bond women would only last the end of that movie. and even if they were left alive on script, they wouldnt appear on the next episode. remember, in this movie, bond just became a double O status... thus the mistakes and huge ego, including the fact that he became emotionally-attached (and he really mean emotionally-attached!) to his woman that the plot needed to kill her and in effect make him more human. i guess you could say that its his first lesson as an agent. i believe this part is essential in the him becoming what he is right now (or what he would be on the next series of bond flicks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/j/images/james-bond-21-casino-royale-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your not-so-friendly Spidey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont see him physically as "the james bond"; i dont like his wet scene on the beach. he looks old for my taste, hence less raves on the younger genre. he's just a new agent but he already got less hair, and im not refering to his chest or legs. he's abs is not exactly my type either. i like wolverine's (hugh jackman) better, hahaha. but as the scene unfolds, he blends well with his character. love the poker scene. i dont know how to play it but i knew that its all bout reading others and getting out a good bluff. the movie took details and played out the characters more than the backdrop and the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="224" src="http://i2-images.tv2.dk/s/93/1228593-36dae0899c1fcc789456b7b4fff86d84.jpeg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from http://vip.tv2.dk (Jay Maidment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thephoenix.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="279" src="http://www.thephoenix.com/uploadedImages/The_Phoenix/Movies/Reviews/BOND_inside.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mind games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie is an old-school bond flick, classic and suave. its essential to watch this movie unless you vowed to stay loyal to the old bond movies (cars, gadgets and women) and promised never to watch the rest of it till they change david craig. believe me, it isnt that bad (though the true classic bond fanatics still preferred sean connery, i dont know how he did his bond thingies) and it makes crave for the next one. i wouldnt know if Q would appear but as long as the story wouldnt dull, i will certainly see the rest of the craig's bond series. for the cars, the fast and the furious flicks would fill my appetite for the hot wheels. lastly, the women??? heck, i couldnt care less. i am, after all, one myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-5975895129120614824?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-7595222309453036910</id><published>2006-12-08T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:44:30.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the picture everyone's raving about</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/316815958_1c842a906b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, im too smart for that. tell me, why should i post the original one? hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-7595222309453036910?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7595222309453036910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=7595222309453036910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/7595222309453036910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/7595222309453036910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-picture-everyones-raving-about.html' title='and the picture everyone&apos;s raving about'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116548307203777742</id><published>2006-12-07T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:17:52.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new eye wear</title><content type='html'>i went home from the office earlier than usual... didnt feel well at all. i think even spread my virus and chris got them.  as soon as i came home, i ran to our family doctor (well, he's the son of our family doctor turned surgeon).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes hurt this morning, the kind that feels like its twitching on it own and you cant stop it.  and i threw up thrice, im not sure if it was caused by the toffee nutt brownie-thingie that i kept overnight before eating. my temples hurt and my sense of smell is too much... too sensitive that i think i can smell even the slightest scent. so after asking some of the usual med questions, he said if i work in front of the computer most of the time. (errr, yeah.) so he asked me to have my eyes checked. (o-oh!) and before i knew it, im back as the girl with the glasses. argh! back in grade school, i had those really huge glasses... my mom said it looks ok, but it nearly cover more than a quarter of face.  and to top it off, the rims were red. argh! ok... stop your imagination. even my personal rewind give me the creeps. spare me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope this look isnt as bad as before. presenting... the new (***how i wish... ***) and improved h2omelon-with-glasses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116548307203777742?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116548307203777742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116548307203777742&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116548307203777742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116548307203777742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-eye-wear.html' title='the new eye wear'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116463062832570809</id><published>2006-11-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:33:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air</title><content type='html'>christmas is coming but everyone around me seems to feel the valentine spirit this early. all my dinner-mates (read as: friends who i usually have dinner with) seem to have found love one way or the other.  now, i dont have someone to dine with. sigh!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dont get me wrong... im very happy that my friends are inlove. its just that i hate having dinner by myself. i dont mind solo lunches.  i cant really pinpoint the reason but i usually dont have appetite when i have dinner alone. most of the time, i end up skipping it. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess everyone wants to make sure that they will have their special someone come christmas season. someone to go with during misa de gallo... share with the bibingkas and puto bungbong (all filipino delicacies that mark the start christmas season... really yummy)... cuddle with on the eve of the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone... i wish you would find someone to kiss underneath the mistletoe this year. hmmm, what if i throw another party before the christmas holiday? anyone wanna come???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116463062832570809?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116463062832570809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116463062832570809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116463062832570809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116463062832570809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116429625037043665</id><published>2006-11-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:40:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know that ... is near when ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know when 13th month bonus is near when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;...a lot of credit card holders reach their credit limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...the shopping list includes more "wants" than "needs".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know when election is near when...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;...you receive a birthday card from our elected goverment official from your mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...you see roads being fixed even if nothing's wrong with them and you will see a post beside saying "Serbisyong Publiko Alay ni &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;fill in an govt candidate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" (translates to: Public service provided by ______).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...the christmas decors seen in the streets have names and faces on them and its not santa claus or baby jesus.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116429625037043665?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116429625037043665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116429625037043665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116429625037043665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116429625037043665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-that-is-near-when.html' title='you know that ... is near when ....'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116379300964214823</id><published>2006-11-18T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:01:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food+alcohol+laughter = FUN night</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0.5em; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/299572182_07d391983b_m.jpg" /&gt; i would like to thank all who were able to come to my dinner treat. we had lots of food (everyone can have 3 servings of everything), and the stories and laughter that go on and on till way past midnight.  luckily everyone were still somber, except you know who. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0.5em; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/299585099_974ef7c7a1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, to those people (who call themselves my friends) who werent able to answer the question of the day... please expect the bill to arrive at your home any day next week.  wait, i think nobody wasnt able to answer it at all!!! those answers you gave werent even acceptable. what a waste of my money! and to think i call you guys "friends"? humpf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously... thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116379300964214823?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116379300964214823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116379300964214823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116379300964214823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116379300964214823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/foodalcohollaughter-fun-night.html' title='food+alcohol+laughter = FUN night'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116373005784481360</id><published>2006-11-17T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:20:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before the BIG day</title><content type='html'>so tonight's the big celeb. well my real birthday isnt till tomorrow night @ around 11pm. but then if i have it on a saturday, less people will be able to make it.  my colleagues and friends would be in their respective provinces ranging from antipolo, cavite to batangas. so friday it is.  this is the first time i'll celebrate my birthday earlier than its supposed to be.  normally i'll have it on the day itself or later if i cant. my mom always tell me that its bad luck to have it earlier. i dont want to tell her about it. maybe i will get less bad luck if she doesnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i invited friends over... i hope they'll come. if they dont, i wont talk to them till my next birthday.  they have to give me a VALID reason for not being able to.  and i tell you, i only have a RIGID list of acceptable excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought my cam so i can have photos of my bday celeb. come to think of it, i dont think i ever had pictures taken on my birthday since... err when i was five?  oh well, nevermind. at least now i didnt forgot the cam.  hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, i dunno if we're going to push thru with the music21 (videoke) session.  i would love to have it... problem is, i dont think my friends would want it. sigh! and here i was practicing my piece. NOT! hahaha. im sooo hopeless with real gimmicks (night-outs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i wonder if what my boyfriend's sister got me for my birthday.  why the sister, you asked me? coz my bf is hopeless when it comes to buying gifts. but then again, im really thankful that tess is the one who buys me gifts. i really like her taste with bags and clothes. both of us (with my bf) will be suprised. every year... for birthday, anniversary and christmas gifts... thanks to the sister!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116373005784481360?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116373005784481360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116373005784481360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116373005784481360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116373005784481360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-before-big-day.html' title='the day before the BIG day'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116364898635589115</id><published>2006-11-16T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:00:54.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning: h2omelon-gurl down!</title><content type='html'>sigh! i'm sooo feeling down. i dunno what happened but i just woke up feeling sad. my dad called last night and i had to remind him about my birthday. and he said he almost forgot it. almost equals... yup, he forgot alright. but he never forgets my birthday ever. every year i get birthday cards, gifts and even text messages or call from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, one of my oldest guy friend will not be able to attend my birthday dinner. he's been "held-up" by some affairs and he couldnt get out of it. and i mean he really can't get out. and here i was thinking... hopeful that he can join us. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i again, i dont think these have any effect as to why im being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting back on one whole year... everything's been great. got new friends... got real true-blue friends... got my lovelife back on track... been more focussed on things in front of me... and God has been generous giving soo many blessings even if i've been a bad girl. all of this, i'm thankful. hopefully everything will continue this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! oh well, maybe its coz i didnt eat any chocolates yesterday. sigh! crema de fruta just wont do. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116364898635589115?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116364898635589115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116364898635589115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116364898635589115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116364898635589115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/warning-h2omelon-gurl-down.html' title='warning: h2omelon-gurl down!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116351583298346504</id><published>2006-11-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:50:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk abt self-appreciation</title><content type='html'>argh! i hate my voice.  i dunno why my voice seemed to have stopped maturing since grade school. i honestly despise hearing my own voice.  mine's sounds childish no matter how hard i try to cover it up. maybe even if i cough up my diaphragm, i doubt it will make any difference. i mean, back when i was young, it was cute.. yes. but now, i'm used to having strangers think that i'm still underage over the phone. "who's the teeny-booper caller on the other line?" /sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i disagree with how hillary duff speaks... but then again, she's a teenager so i guess that's forgiveable. i'm turning 26 and i still sound like a grade schooler.  oh and im not referring with the way i sing... it's the way i speak.  is anyone willing to transfer a part of his adam's apple... or maybe i need all of it.  sigh! i really dunno why i talk this way.  all my siblings got this nice matured voice especially my bro.  i mean, you should hear him shout when he's angry... he still scares me and to think that i'm older than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dont mind me. except for my casual sulking, im perfectly feeling ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116351583298346504?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116351583298346504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116351583298346504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116351583298346504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116351583298346504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/talk-abt-self-appreciation.html' title='talk abt self-appreciation'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116343154127361953</id><published>2006-11-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:25:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its h2omelon week!!!</title><content type='html'>its my birthday! well not really today, but in the essense of being a fun-loving person, i self-declared this week as "my" week.  what's the fun in that???  i just happen to love birthdays as we could always ask people around to be nice to us for the simple reason that its our birthday.  and to fully capitalize with "another year older" blah-blah, i decided to have a birthday-weeklong celeb.  the rule being... everyday starting today, nov.13 till nov 19 is an official h2omelon-gurl birthday. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friends out there, i'm giving you enough time to send your tangible (read as: preferred) gifts and  good wishes (read as: preparing-for-a-tangible-present-next-year) coz i know how much you want to celebrate my birthday with me.  i decided to have dinner with friends and colleagues this friday night.  i wanted to have it on a saturday (the real birthday) but more than half of them couldnt make it.  after dinner, im planning to continue the party with a music session with those who can join us.  problem is, the boyfriend doesnt want to sing.  i had to make sure that there are enuf people who'll be more than willing to grab the mic and perform. hahaha. have to bring the cam with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ordered the voted menu for our dinner. still had to buy plates and cups. mike promised bottles of beer; and im not sure if i can still cover for the cocktail drinks or wine or whatever. or maybe someone's willing to bring additional wine (hint! hint!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday wish? to be happy. not that i'm not.  its just that every birthday... or whenever i see a shooting star or even the first star of the night, that's the first thing that comes to my mind. for me to be happy and live life with no regrets. but then again, a brand new (black please) mazda 3 wouldnt hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116343154127361953?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116343154127361953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116343154127361953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116343154127361953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116343154127361953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-h2omelon-week.html' title='its h2omelon week!!!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116256280181568074</id><published>2006-11-03T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:06:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definition + survey</title><content type='html'>n. type of waxing involving "the" area; "complete" removal of hair; not for the faint of heart; makes you question why? why? why!!!; mixed emotions ranging from anxiety, confusion, pity, anger, sheer agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you do it? is it worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116256280181568074?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116256280181568074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116256280181568074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116256280181568074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116256280181568074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/definition-survey.html' title='definition + survey'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116252516034469293</id><published>2006-11-03T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:39:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the games begin!</title><content type='html'>yey! yesterday marked the start of the nba season.  you wonder why i havent updated my blog last night?  well, the stupid me forgot my laptop AC power in the office so i couldnt really go online to write an entry.  the good news is, nets won their opening game.  woot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was against the raptors and i was nervous as i didnt know how the raptors would play this year with their two new imports.  turns out, the big 3 (kidd-carter-jeff) can still take on the challenge.  im impressed with how lawrence rotated the players.  i believe kidd played less than his usual gametime and still came out with unbelievable stats.  i'm not really sure if he got another triple double... i wouldnt be suprised if he did. he makes the other players look real good, setting up hot plays and grabbing rebounds on the side. that's my man! vc is also a real-deal on the shots.  krstic didnt play last summer and decided to take a rest from his national team to prepare for this nba season. what can i say. they're all great.  i believe they would be able to grab the atlantic div champ title again this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, its spurs vs. dallas.  made a bet with my boyfriend. ofcourse im with spurs. i wonder how they would do... dallas didnt change their roster, would they be able to grab the title this year? i wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116252516034469293?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116252516034469293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116252516034469293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116252516034469293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116252516034469293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-games-begin.html' title='let the games begin!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116239658929729996</id><published>2006-11-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:01:27.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering them</title><content type='html'>today is all saints day. tomorrow is all souls day. theoretically, people should go to cementeries on nov 2 and not nov 1. but since it has been a (catholic, i think) tradition that nov. 1 is a non-working holiday, we made use of the opportunity to go to our deceased loved ones this day. and my mom told me that we, in a way, consider them as saints in their own rights. hence, visiting the dead on all saints day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to visit my boyfriend's mom today. its been a while since we had the chance to go to her grave. before, the two of us used to go there and talk to her about our relationship. i knew he loved her so much and i wish i was able to meet her. she has this wonderful son who treats me so well and i continously thank her for raising him that way. ok, maybe there have been some glitches... hahaha, but i think its safe to say that the changes happened after she passed away. still, i adore her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not a closed-knit family but my mom remember every deceased relative we have that she continues to amaze me. every year, we would send prayers and mass offering to our dead. take note, the list includes my grandparents and my grandparents' parents, and relatives to the 3rd degree. i really dont know how she could do that. i hope in my generation, they will forgive me if i will forget their full names... after all, i didnt even had a chance to know them in person... i better ask my mom for a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt forget my grandparents' names, though. that would be unforgiveable. i wasnt able to meet my dad's parents. i'm not really sure why but either they died before we were born or they spent their lifetime in our province. more likely its the first one. i can't remember their faces. but i remember that i tried to go through the old photoalbum... those b&amp;amp;w photos that are really, really scary to look at back when i was a kid as it was during the japanese invasion. most of my uncles and aunts (my father's sibling) died during that time. maybe i should try and look at them again. thing is, the recent horror movies affected me mentally with regards really old photos... i'm not sure if im ready to look at them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lucky to have met my mom's parents. both of them were teachers. my grandmom was twice as strict as my mom. i dont know how my mom made it through. hahaha. she had a tougher upbringing. i love my granddad though... a lot. he was very very handsome. and he let us eat candies and ice pops from my grandmom's store. hahaha. i remember him giving the goodies and letting us hide away until we finished eating. i missed them both but they spent most of the time in the province. we werent able to go to them frequently as back then, the travel time from manila to cagayan was more than 8 hours by bus. it was crazy and back when i was a kid, i couldnt handle long hours of travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have an older brother... he was supposed to be the eldest. he died minutes after my mom delivered him. i wonder how things would be like if he had lived.... me having an older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people made an impact in my life, directly or indirectly. my mom insists that i should remember their names even if i wasnt able to meet them. (better keep a written list). they have become part of me through my parents or through some other person somehow... and should be remembered even once in a year like today. may they all rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116239658929729996?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116239658929729996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116239658929729996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116239658929729996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116239658929729996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/remembering-them.html' title='remembering them'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116222107408376384</id><published>2006-10-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:11:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no fair!</title><content type='html'>life's really so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this evening... barely 8pm, my boyfriend called and ask me to buy him a vampire cape. they're having halloween costume instead of their usual office attire.  so i rush to the mall to look for one... the malls close at 9pm.  unfortunately, all the black capes were sold out, even those in the kid's section. (hmmm, come to think of it, they only have it on the kid's section).  i had to find an alternative, so i bought a yard of black cloth and ribbon then rush to the nearest alteration shop.  asked the person to just sew the hem and put a fold where i could put the ribbon.  at first they wouldn't accept it coz it's almost closing time.  so i said i need it badly for my kid brother for his trick or treat tonight.  the poor (superficial) kid was crying.  and i had to say that its a batman cape. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in less than an hour, i had a cape for him.  i was able to give him just before his shift started. and as soon as i got home, went online... he sent me a message that they will be using the cape tomorrow... not today!  argh!  he wont be able to use the stupid cape coz i'm already planning how to murder him tomorrow!!! i'm gonna kill him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... we (my officemates and i) thought of having a halloween dinner tomorrow.  we saw this website that delivers food packages that's really cheap.  i asked red before and she said she had tried their food and it wasnt bad.  thing is, the food is good for 20 people and i cant find any willing person to join us.  that's the downside of having four people in an office.  can't have parties  with a large crowd.  i remember last christmas, we only had a sit-down dinner with a pre-arranged meal.  and we had banana cream pie for desert.... i mean, they had banana cream pie.  i didnt. i dont like bananas at all... unless i am forced to, or if i didnt have a choice (like when i was at the hospital where the only edible "thing" they served me were fruits... ie. banana), i wouldnt eat it.  i like it better back in my asti days where we had presentations by departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bani, one of my ex-collegue at asti sent me a ym last week that they're plannning to have a reunion together with all the old preginet team... that includes me! yey!  i would definitely come.  i miss the noisy crowd... i hope it'll happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now... have to plan my first ever murder. wish me luck. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116222107408376384?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116222107408376384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116222107408376384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116222107408376384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116222107408376384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-fair.html' title='no fair!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116213211155885087</id><published>2006-10-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:28:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger's trick or treat</title><content type='html'>i kept on getting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001 java.net.ConnectException: Connection refusedblog/16/62/15/h2omelon-gurl/2006/10/trick-or-treat_29.html.&lt;br /&gt;it's really annoying as i tried to delete and re-create this post over and over. now that i had it posted (somehow... though i really dont know i managed to do just that)... i cant seem to edit it. i have disabled the archiving as earlier it was saying that it fails to create the archived file for 10/01 (my archived setting is by month). it seems now blogger fails to create an individual html for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just blogger is playing tricks this halloween.... help, anyone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116213211155885087?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116213211155885087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116213211155885087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116213211155885087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116213211155885087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/bloggers-trick-or-treat_29.html' title='blogger&apos;s trick or treat'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116213133873384429</id><published>2006-10-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:15:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trick or treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;happy halloween everyone!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i totally forgot about halloween. last year, i planned on going to a halloween costume ball or something to that effect. why? coz every year, since i had a chance to go to a mall one halloween and saw all those cute kids wearing their costume, i kept on saying to myself that i missed THAT during my childhood days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i was young, i'm more or a school-type kid (no... not nerd or geek, ok? its just that i enjoy school). i rarely watch tv at home and spent lots of time reading books and listening to story-telling audio tapes. i took that habit now as i enjoy books than movies. i dont regret that part, really. coz now, my eyes are being abused as i tend to spend most of my time in front of my laptop. errr, not that reading didnt go well with my eyesight... but nevermind. what i missed out was the partying part. i guess i didnt do much of that during highschool. and my college days was more like a blur to me. what i can remember was i had fun with my org (organization). without it, you could brand me as a nerd and i wouldnt raise a finger against it. anyways, i never had a chance to attend a halloween ball or even join a trick or treat as well... even as a kid. the 25 halloweens just went flew past me. now, every halloween i try to go to the mall and watch the kids wearing all these crazy outfits as they try to scavenge goodies/loots as much as they can. i wish i could do that at my age. guess, im too old huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont know about you guys, but i think its really cool. say, if i could, i wonder what i would wear? hmm.... maybe i'd be the devil... like elizabeth hurley in that movie... what's the title again???!!! argh, its that funny movie with brendan frazer. or i could be a genie.... or wear a japanese anime school girl uniform. hahaha. i dont want to be a fairy or a princess as every girl wants to be one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe next year. but then again, i'll be 26 and too old for it. sigh! too bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116213133873384429?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116213133873384429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116213133873384429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116213133873384429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116213133873384429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat_116213133873384429.html' title='trick or treat!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116170512633544348</id><published>2006-10-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:25:35.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm beck...</title><content type='html'>hey! hey! hey! it feels good to be back. and you know what? it feels better knowing that you guys are still visiting my site even if i've been quiet for a while.... and i mean really took me some time to write another exciting entry here. NOT! nahaha, but seriously, i'm really suprised that friends come and read what i've written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that. So what has happened? well, i got addicted to work, for the nth time. a lot has happened to my social life, too. i'm helping a friend right now and everything is going smoothly at this point. i wanted him to be okay before my birthday comes that's why I've been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i think i just fell off the most likeable person in the office. not that i've been on that list ever... hahaha. let's just say, i take work seriously nowadays... or at least try to most of the time. and more people keeps on telling me that life isn't a sprint, its a marathon. that i better slow down before life itself wears me off. i know they're right... i would stand back and look at the flowers and the trees and the sunset and things like that in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that me knocking myself on a glass window knocked some sense into my mind to say the least. yup, those funny videos where people walk straight through a closed glass door happened to me. and yes, i've confirmed that it DOES hurts... A LOT! i dont know what really went that day, i was spacing out again, walking zombie-like and BAM! walked straight to a closed glass door of an ATM counter. my boyfriend keeps on asking if its possible to get a copy of the video that day so he could upload it on youtube or something. i said no... i dont really want to be THAT popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those asking for my birthday... yes, its coming this november. OH! i have to tell you this as well... its a tradition here in my country that if you ask for a person's birthday and that person tells you the date, you are then "obligated" to give a gift on that day. ok...fine! so maybe that's no such thing as that here in the philippines. but can someone make a tradition like that? i mean, it wouldnt do any harm at all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the good news... NBA season is just about to start. hurray!!! life wouldnt be as boring for me as it is right now... and no! this time, i'm not rooting for any team as last year's season didnt go as i planned. but at least nets topped the atlantic division. err, now its obvious what team i'd go for this year. hahaha. geez! and i havent updated myself with any news whatsoever on nets or even nba. i guess that's why im to shy to accept any invitation for fantasy leagues. but at least i can watch the games wearing my nets jersey this season (thanks to lenny). my team got top rookies this draft, though i havent really read their profiles. i'm reading the nets page as i write. omg! im sooo excited as i heard that the rookies played well in their preseason matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have you seen nash lately? he's HOT with he's new do compared to last season's. still, its amazing how a basketball game can turn gumpy men to hotties. ahem... err, enough with girl's stuff. i know most of the readers here are men. i just happened to take a note of that so you might have some ideas blah-blah-blah-blah-blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, nets just took in some key rookies this year. the management seems to be finding ways to lessen kidd's game exposure and got themselves a new set of guards. well, it isnt a suprise at all... nets is a transition team. and bringing in slow players will hurt their game play. i'm not saying that kidd's is becoming slow but i'm not too star-struck and not think that year can catch up with players. he still plays great in my view anyway... ok so maybe i am too star-struck... so what?!! i know he's the best PG in my time. nash only places second. and i dont really care what other people would say. still, i feel bad about not having abdur-rahim on board. something about the med results, i heard. again, health is of outmost importance to the team. everyone knows that carter-jkidd-jefferson is the best trio in the league. the downside is that, they havent got good bench players to support their game power. ofcourse, krstic is becoming a key player this time around. lets just see who would shine this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's to watch out this year... next to my nets. err, how's amare? will the rockets still have a streak of bad injuries this year? is the lakers going to become a team ever? will the mavericks come into the finals again? let's not talk about miami. fine... did shaq really lose weight? (what? i said something, didnt i?) how will my west pick (spurs) come out this year? wondered why cassell remained with clippers? and so much more! im sooo excited. so i may not join a fantasy league this time around, but i'll make sure to update myself with everything i got till the finals. too bad, i didnt win any free trip to see nba live from all the gatorade bottletops i've collected. sigh! but who knows... maybe someone out there might give me tickets and free airfare to see my team live in action for a birthday gift... or a christmas gift... or a new year's gift... or a how-are-you-just-thought-you-may-want-to-see-a-nets-game gift? i wouldnt lose hope. i just hope that i see kidd play before he retires. i still got time. no worries. though i saw a vid of him speaking about retirement. i dont see that in the near future though, i hope. for now, i'm happy that nba's about to finish its pre-season. i just loveeee november!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116170512633544348?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116170512633544348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116170512633544348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116170512633544348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116170512633544348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-beck.html' title='i&apos;m beck...'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-116049105717789660</id><published>2006-10-10T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:37:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>has she died???</title><content type='html'>wow! almost half-a-month of no entries. not to disappoint those people who think that this boring blogger went "poof!"... sorry but im still alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened? a lot, really. i've been chatting with friends on YM... less than before though... and decided to divert most of my free time thinking.  which isn't any better. not that i'm not capable of thinking at all (duh-uh!) but when i think, i usually end up worrying about things that could have been and should have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what went inside my mind during the past few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships can both cause you joy and troubles. being sooo much inlove can cause a lot of damage to you and to the people around you. try to keep it to a sensible level. dont ever forget yourself EVER. yes, your partner is important... but so are you. hear this all single people out there, you are lucky to be free so dont ever settle with someone who just happen to be an easy catch.  i know how exciting it is to let the heart decides on everything but remember, brain comes first before the heart.  unless you can handle it... meaning you wont regret anything, its best to play logic over feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no... this is not about me.  i just happen to have someone so dear that went to the extremes, just for love.  i hate to see him suffer. my mom was affected to what had happened to him that i even heard her say that girls are nothing but trouble (i think she forgot that i'm a girl! i say, so are men!).  but i hate the fact that my friend is suffering right now because of this stupid, ugly girl. where is she? has she died?  i hope not... death is too good for her.  she messed with the best-est of my guy friends, of all people! how could she!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, who i am to judge? i've done bad things in the past. errr... but that doesnt mean i couldnt hate this person! i really dont know if i should be discussing this on my blog. maybe i should talk with my friend first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-116049105717789660?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116049105717789660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=116049105717789660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116049105717789660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/116049105717789660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/has-she-died.html' title='has she died???'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115841831210296359</id><published>2006-09-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:51:52.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on sweets and getting fat</title><content type='html'>i tell you this. one can never have enough sweets in their life. dunno, but i think everyone's fate has already been sealed but it will all boil down to how soon or how serious it would be... if if it was bound happen before we die.  but thing is, if every one of us is immortal, the only thing that could probably kill us is diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others fall inlove with chocolates, some with candies but in my case, it'll be cakes. i cant remember when it started... but i think i could blame my past suitor who would give me a small box of chocolate mousse from red ribbon every other night when we found out that i looove chocolate mousse. then when he found out that i didnt share the cake with my mom and siblings, he started buying two, one for me and one for my family.  needless to say, i also have a piece of the other cake... i mean, he's MY suitor afterall.  and from then on, i knew life is better with cakes.  i would love to become a baker and/or work in a patisserie.  but then again, i really dont have the talent that would require the word "kitchen" or anything synonymous to that.  i dunno, maybe i could do it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now. eating hungrypac's chocolate cake, they claim to be the best (homemade) chocolate cake. well, it's good alright. they sell it for 35php per single serving. bought a bigger one with double fudge for 130+. they told me its equivalent to 4 servings.  well, doesnt look like it though... it looks small enough for one person to eat.  saves me from the guilt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, for those who would say that im so lucky that i dont get fat, well i do!!!  my tummy bulging right now from the baby back ribs, kfc chicken, sausages, spaghetti, burger, pizza and cake i ate for two days.  i hate it! why does it has to be my stomach that gets bigger when i can think of another part that definitely needs more fat. nevermind.... this cake is worth it anyway.  no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115841831210296359?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115841831210296359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115841831210296359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115841831210296359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115841831210296359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-sweets-and-getting-fat.html' title='on sweets and getting fat'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115833252023518820</id><published>2006-09-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:02:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work-life balance: work, sleep and ... err alcohol?</title><content type='html'>i didnt know that people are actually reading my blogs.  since i got additional tasks in office, friends keep on telling me that they noticed that i blog less. do i? i dont know. maybe im worrying to much when i really shouldnt.  really should take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so im hitting the brakes just a bit. a workaholic never hit it full stop, so just a little jab, i guess. was about to treat the my staff out for lunch today but due to some mis-scheduling, decided to move it on tues so everyone can attend. i ended up with 15-pc KFC bucket meal order that i can no longer cancel.  but no worries. i mean, its never to hard to find people to share food with.  so i decided to call mike and some other friends, give them some and still had a lot to bring home for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend and i also dined at tony roma's... ordered the usual roma's feast but instead of my routinary refillable iced tea, i decided to try some cocktails, some orange juice drink tagged as screwdriver.  it was nice and the effect was a real hit on the head.  i havent really slept well the whole week.  and my smart bf didn't want me to go to sleep at past 2am... saying it was too early. early for what??? for christmas?!!!  thing is, he thought that yesterday was a friday and since i 'theoretically' dont have work on weekends, i could stay up late. so i slept around 3am reading through the VT codes***(definition's available upon request to bore you to death).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...here i am, at home with a slight headache coz my mind wants to get on with php and all that dev stuff but i couldnt coz alcohol has dulled my brain but not enough to let me fall asleep. argh!!! i really CANT sleep so i decided to buy another cocktail from the convenience store... this time labelled as mudshake (vodka and chocolate). i've had this before with abi.  interesting...it tastes like coke float. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after posting this and a few more gulps, the brain would give in and let the body rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115833252023518820?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115833252023518820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115833252023518820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115833252023518820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115833252023518820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-life-balance-work-sleep-and-err.html' title='work-life balance: work, sleep and ... err alcohol?'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115825143789269092</id><published>2006-09-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:30:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense</title><content type='html'>i can't blog. my mind is sooo empty right now. i took time off today to treat abi to a movie and dinner date.  it was her birthday last tues, and when i asked her what she wants for a bday gift (that would fit my budget), she said she would like to see the devil wears prada movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so even if i was hesitant to leave my work (you know, i think im becoming a workaholic), i decided it would do me good to relax.  actually i even filed for a day-off on monday just to extend my weekends.  wonder if i could stay away from my laptop for even a day or maybe just stay offline. (......long pause)  nah.  i know i cant do that.  i really wanted to build something using ajax and php and postgres if i got free time to do it... and thats during the weekend.  so there! i might be offline but i would continue reading and doing ajax. you just cant help but fall in love with ajax, the technology used by gmail where users wont be noticing reloading of pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, where was i? ah yeah, relaxing.  geez, maybe i do need to relax. i mean without laptop and all that.  but i cant see myself doing it right now.  i tried to play something today on the piano (... and yes, it did sound horrible) and started thinking about databases and php and process flows.  im losing it.  this week i noticed a strand of white hair... my hair!  ok... so there were a couple of them hiding who just decided out of the blue to show themselves. argh! i am getting old faster than ever. but when i saw my blockmate (college-mate) today, he said i could cut my hair short, put on a pin and i'd look the same as our freshman days. yeah right.  you mean like freshman years who'd seen the worst of the Math 50series exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also he said that its funny how people remember the names of your classmates that's unusually noisy or just plain unusual. you'd remember the rest (those who doesnt make a lot of noise) by face but not by name. this guy was not really part of my circle of friends and he remembered my FULL name.  geez, was i unusually noisy back then? or worst, just plain unusual?  i wonder how others categorized me back in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey look... i just did my blog entry! pure babble though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115825143789269092?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115825143789269092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115825143789269092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115825143789269092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115825143789269092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/nonsense.html' title='nonsense'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115764655543682449</id><published>2006-09-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:29:15.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a plea for speedy evolution</title><content type='html'>i had enough of it! do you know how scary it is to go inside a public restroom here in the philippines?  i'm a girl and uses the female's room (duh! that should be obvious!) but its horrifying how some women havent evolve into full-blown modern day species of homosapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restrooms are to be considered as holy grounds for the female race.  why? because everyday we have to use them more than once... and not for just to heed the call of our excretory system.  you know very well that is just one over a number of reasons why we go there.  its a place to share secrets, experiment with beauty tips, try out out the best hairdo that goes with the get-up, practice our cheeriest smiles, mysterious eye contact, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and unlike our male counterparts (zip, open, piss), we have to do it in a more subtle manner. THAT'S THE MAIN REASON WHY YOU SHOULD SIT LIKE A PRINCESS AND NOT LIKE THE STUPID FROG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get things straight, the PRINCE (that's a male deary) turned into a FROG and the PRINCESS (thats us) saved him from eternal warts problem.  i really dont understand why some women just dont get it.  if all of us would just unite for this cause, then it wouldnt be THAT painful to use a free public restroom.  it's soooo frustrating how others seem to ignore the pleas that almost all toilet cubicles have.  or if you can't do it, then just refrain from using the ones for disabled people.  at least, that would ensure that those with walking disability (or those who have vowed to use the sacred place respectfully) wont have to bear sitting on a dirty throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would you please leave the tissue behind! geez, are you going to have tissue paper for dinner too?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115764655543682449?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115764655543682449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115764655543682449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115764655543682449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115764655543682449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/plea-for-speedy-evolution.html' title='a plea for speedy evolution'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115747302634822465</id><published>2006-09-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:23:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manila is sinking</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i got stranded on my way home coz of the heavy floods.  taxis wouldnt entertain any passenger bound to manila. i tell you, one would appreciate the daily manila traffic during rush hours compared to what i experienced. besides the usual bumper-to-bumper situation, there are countless vehicles that switch lanes every chance they get just to move forward... and the occasional banging of the side mirrors and the hot-tempered drivers who would lower down their windows to shout at each other. it was totally insane!  traffic jam at its finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind sitting all night inside the car as long as when i get off, there's land.  i mean, when i opened the taxi door, everything was covered by water... err flood.  and i have no choice but but to walk my way home or at least until i can get another ride. the flood rose up to above knee-high (above MY knees and i was wearing high heels), with the frequent waves caused by the passing of cars. needless to say, my shoes gave up on me in the process. i had to run and buy new pair just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention that this condition wasnt just yesterday?  i just got home today from the office, walked on the flooded street without an umbrella coz my taxi driver refused to go forward and thus asked me to get off his car. i think i just ruined the new shoes i bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two flood-infested days... two ruined shoes.  manila is sinking!!! &lt;strong&gt;&amp;*@#^(!&lt;/strong&gt; the election is nearing so would someone do something about this?!!! &lt;strong&gt;i don't know how to swim yet!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115747302634822465?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115747302634822465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115747302634822465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115747302634822465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115747302634822465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/manila-is-sinking.html' title='manila is sinking'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115703529585408569</id><published>2006-08-31T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:41:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being one of the boys</title><content type='html'>a lot of things had happen in my work. and i dont want to think about it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, one of my childhood guyfriend pop me a YM message early evening about his girl problems. well, my guyfriends usually call me if they have issues about girls.  guess, they're comfortable sharing it with me. i dunno but he's one of the best-est guy friend i have and i really think he's such a good boy in a relationship... usually way too good in my opinion. most of the times, the girls take advantage of him, and i can't really help him much once he fall for it coz he falls really deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i would try my best to help him on this one.... trying to give advices so he wouldnt look like a stalker or something.  so we had dinner together with another guyfriend but things ended up with nothing but jokes... and a number of pickup lines.  i listed one... its funnier if its in tagalog so i have to write it on my native tongue.  i dont know if these have copyrights or whatever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Anong ginagawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Wala lang&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Alam mo ba na ang "Wala Lang" is the subconscious way of saying "I love you"?  Girl: Ows&lt;br /&gt;Guy: At alam mo ba kung bakit ko sinasabi 'to? Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT NOTICE: i didnt invent this pickup line, ok! i'm not THIS mushy. thing is, guys usually turn mushy/chessy whenever its about girls. they just dont want to admit it. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115703529585408569?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115703529585408569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115703529585408569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115703529585408569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115703529585408569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-one-of-boys.html' title='being one of the boys'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115660188598085563</id><published>2006-08-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:18:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not!</title><content type='html'>i woke up past lunchtime today, 15mins or so after twelve. truth is, i woke up a number of times...attempted to get up my bed thrice (or maybe more, but who's counting).  i received a message from the bf that we'll meet 3pm. run a warm shower (i never shower with cold water... ever! even during summer. that is, if i have a choice.) and dressed up ready leave at half past one.  took a ride to bf's house, and arrived 2:45pm. not bad! i'm not late.  when i got there, bf was still asleep and i didnt want to wake him up. so i waited. got hungry, ordered pizza, watched tv and by 5:30pm my prince charming woke up and prepared for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the house around 7pm after we finished watching 50 first dates on cable(i love the part where lucy beats ula... never fails to make me laugh). i went to the mall, looked around and controlled myself not to spend anything on vanity items. i ended buying one float for the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a productive saturday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115660188598085563?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115660188598085563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115660188598085563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115660188598085563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115660188598085563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/not.html' title='not!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115653374723063656</id><published>2006-08-26T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T03:22:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for fridays</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty disappointed right now. why is he like that?! or maybe im just a workaholic. well maybe i am. so what?!! what i'm saying is that he should show more enthusiasm. two weeks should have been enough... why a month!  i dont know how he feels about it but im really disappointed. although id like to give him the benefit of the doubt. but c'mmon... he's not new at kind of stuff, right? if he is, then he shouldn't act like a know-it-all.  i need someone i can trust... someone who'll do things even if nobody's checking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.... and no...this is not work-related anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115653374723063656?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115653374723063656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115653374723063656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115653374723063656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115653374723063656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-for-fridays.html' title='so much for fridays'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115652317433115727</id><published>2006-08-26T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:41:12.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGI Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>this week's is too stressful for me. maybe coz of a  life-changing, career-shaking event that's about to unfold. honestly, i'm not sure i'm prepared with what's in store... but i havta do it. believe in myself... believe ... believe... believe... hey does anyone know a hynoptist out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared. but they have given me this one chance... i'm not a gambler. actually i'm too afraid to lose that i dont bet on anything that relies on chances. i'm the type of person who'd choose death than failure. ok... what i said is in extremes, but you know where i'm going right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boyfriend is ever patient on me these days. i dunno. he "let" me get away winning on our shoot-out matchups (as if he can beat me), waits an hour (just sitting alone) while i have my massage. and now, he even agreed that i should have a spa treat again today. he must be getting a virus or something. but nevermind... i'll make most of it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/shop/detail.asp?brid=1&amp;shopid=15982&amp;amp;pg=5&amp;subcatid=298&amp;amp;catid=12" target="_blank"&gt;spa utopia&lt;/a&gt; right after work. red was supposed to join me but changed her mind in the last minute. i was too tired to even re-think of not availing their august promo (turkish steam bath, swedish massage, and facial for just mere 600php). its insane to let it pass so i decided i should do it coz its the last friday of the month. (...and ladies, fridays are the always best day to pamper thyself after a week's stress at the office, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their facilities were not as grand as &lt;a href="http://www.thespa.com.ph" target="_blank"&gt;the spa&lt;/a&gt; chains but its clean and good enough. their sauna room is nice... it isn't too steamy. i remembered going to &lt;u&gt;body tune&lt;/u&gt; steam room before and i cant see a thing. i mean, you wont even see the person sitting right next to you. they can't control it so i cant really stay for long. spa utopia's sauna is much better... you have the room by yourself. the shower room wasn't that great and they're missing hair conditioner. i mean, i cant have a shower and not have conditioner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the massage was superb. though i do wish the staff would be more attentive on keeping the silence at all times. you know, people are more aware (and hears even the tiniest sounds) when they're close to being naked. they had a relaxing background music but it wasnt enough to mask the voices of staff outside. maybe that's the reason why i wasnt able to sleep. the first and last time i slept during a massage was back when i was in shangri-la putrajaya. everything was perfect back there and before i knew it i was dozing off and my masseuse woke me up and ask me to flip over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well spa utopia's ambiance isn't as close as putrajaya's but considering the price, i'd have to say it was worth it. maricel, my masseuse, was thorough and very attentive to what i have to say. her fingers are small and yet she has the strength to soothe my aching muscles. she did everything she could and i was really pampered. funny thing is, the first part she massaged was my butt... hahaha. maybe she knew i spent a lot of my time sitting and my butt is all beat up or something. suprisingly, it felt good. ok... maybe i did overuse my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the massage, i had a very quick facial... nothing extravagant. it just that someone washed my face and pricked all the whiteheads,blackheads and removed or the dirt. yes, it hurts but i didn't know that it could hurt much worse that my last glyco-peel session. they put some epidermabrasion... i dont know if its a cream or something but was nothing but agony. i was warned that it would sting but it didn't matter to me. i have a high threshold with regards pain (needle-less ofcourse)... but it was nothing near to my expectations. let's just say... i had a litany of the seven deadly cusses (in cycles). i dunno know the effect on my skin but it better be good or there'll be hell to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would definitely go back and have another pampering treat next month. as for the facial session... maybe i'll let "the boyfriend" share my pain next time. after all, i won a bet (couldnt resist a sure-win) last time we had dinner @ claudine's, right hun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;spa utopia ratings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;ambiance - &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweddish massage - &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;value for money - &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/thebeat-goeson/othereden3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115652317433115727?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115652317433115727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115652317433115727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115652317433115727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115652317433115727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgi-friday.html' title='TGI Friday!!!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115643330474816925</id><published>2006-08-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:28:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out and about: the un-blogged eat-outs</title><content type='html'>i have gone to a lot of eating places this past few days. what can i say? with abi back, i've been going out for dinners every night. boyfriend is even becoming jealous coz i've been spending a lot of time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've tried the new pasta stall at 2nd floor rcbc plaza. geez, i forgot the name but its the stall before tapa king. everytime i go there, the place is near-empty. usually, our rule is if the resto is vacated, the food might not be as good as it should be... so we then to avoid the place. but i didnt know what came into mind that day. we went in and tried the chicken &amp; pasta meal. it wasnt bad at all. well abi did ask them to re-cook/re-fry her chicken. i had bolognese and it was good. nothing superb but ok. they also have dalandan juice which they claimed that its the same as italliani's. i beg to differ... there's some weird after-taste. i know italliani's dalandan drink and i totally love it. their version of it is so-so. i'm not sure though... maybe its just the concentration or maybe the water. the serving size is just right for lunch... or maybe dinner if you're not that hungry. i might go back and try some of their other pastas. (3 out of 5 rating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had dinner at wong don (or was that don wong or woon dong... geez, i'm really not good at names, huh!) korean resto near makati ave/jupiter.  the serving size was huuuuge. the appetizer... i mean appetizersssss were unbelievable. its like a meal in itself. we ordered bulgogi (bbq pork strips) and requested a soup thats not spicy.  the waitress suggested a beef stew with soya bean paste or something to that effect. but when they served the stew, i knew something was wrong instantly. we saw specs of red which are undeniably red chili. it was hot alright. and the pork strip was spicy as well. blend together with some kimchi and i dont know how we manage not to strip them with their water supply.  i also tried their watermelon shake. i'm not sure if it was really nice and sweet coz all that chilis dulled my tastebuds. i think the watermelon shake from hotel intercon is much better though. the stew is delicious despite of being too spicy. i'm sure my boyfriend will enjoy it a lot... considering he love bone marrows. i dont...bleah! but the meal was totally worth your money. the place is nice and the people are courteous... just make sure to confirm your tolerance level for chili though. (3.5 out of 5 rating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, yesterday we dined at zen japanese (with korean menu) resto @ greenbelt 3. abi ordered the bento box, a rice meal with two servings of dishes, miso soup, some veggie salad, crabmeat in tofu and a bit of dessert (did i forget anything???)... i ordered chicken teriyaki donburi (rice topping).  it was the first time i went there and was suprised that my order also have soup and okra and some fruit w/ jelly dessert. and the truth is, i ordered donburi coz im not really that hungry. when abi's order came, it was twice my food serving size.  the teriyaki was great. better than any other teriyaki meal i can remember (for now). the soup was good too.  abi also let me tried her beef-rolled-with-some-mushroom-and-veggie which was very tasty. i would want to try that next time... and i have to drag bf here as the food is really worth it. the place is homey and some animes are being shown. everyone was every attentive and courteous.  but you have to make sure that you're really, really hungry if you'll eat there... or those bento box can be shared by two persons.  forget about me and abi... we just had shopping time before dinner so we were both wasted... hence the pig-out. (4 out of 5 rating)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115643330474816925?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115643330474816925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115643330474816925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115643330474816925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115643330474816925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-and-about-un-blogged-eat-outs.html' title='out and about: the un-blogged eat-outs'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115635308688579889</id><published>2006-08-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:31:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pains of being tall &amp; slim</title><content type='html'>crazy. everytime i try to find good pants for me, i cant just find a pair that fits me. i'm too thin and tall... pants usually end up too short for me or too huge on my waistline. i hate it. how come they have clothing line for big sizes but they dont have enough line for tall and slim people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarely do i find rtw pants that is my size. today is my lucky day. i bought a pair at &lt;a href="http://www.ensembles.com.ph" target="_blank"&gt;ensembles&lt;/a&gt;. guess my what my size is... XS (reads: extra small)... the smallest size available ever on their store. imagine, i stand 5'7" and im going to wear XS pants! well at least the cut saves me from any worries. the waistline fits just fine but the length... err, i can get away it with as long as i got the right shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should have tailor-made pants instead. i'm trying to replenish my work clothes. here's some on my shopping list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate Torralba's One-button Blazer From &lt;a href="http://www.malditastore.com" target="_blank"&gt;Maldita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malditastore.com/maldita/product.do?action=singleProduct&amp;productid=191" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://static.flickr.com/75/222972660_771cb2ad0c_o.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;High Collar Blouse From &lt;a href="http://www.malditastore.com" target="_blank"&gt;Maldita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malditastore.com/maldita/product.do?action=singleProduct&amp;amp;productid=190" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="maldita-highcollar" src="http://static.flickr.com/91/222976701_609e6a3298_m.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mid-Rib Knit From &lt;a href="http://www.bayo.com.ph" target="_blank"&gt;Bayo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bayo.com.ph/collections.php?cat_id=30" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="214" src="http://static.flickr.com/63/222994115_0581384d30_o.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'm going to get the beige one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be browsing the net first before going to the mall... this is how women should do it to lessen the walktime, dont you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115635308688579889?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115635308688579889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115635308688579889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115635308688579889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115635308688579889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/pains-of-being-tall-slim.html' title='pains of being tall &amp; slim'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115616949928825300</id><published>2006-08-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:40:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rematch</title><content type='html'>it was sunday afternoon when i got the threat... a call for a rematch against my previous win on the shoot-out game. i somehow knew that it was coming. and this time, we are to battle on the "old court" (the last time we used the new shoot-out machines). to tell you the truth, i couldnt care less if i lose but of course, i wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was, buying 6 tokens for our best of 3 rematch game. i heard him say... "let's make it quick... i'm going to win two straight so you can get your massage early." he's right, the mall is about to close and i was eager to have at least a back massage before i sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a smug smile on his face, he said, "don't worry, you'll be in the spa in no time. it'll be a quickie." hah! the guy's really serious... don't you think. i said, whatever... as long as i can get a massage, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so game one started. i played slow, the first few balls didnt go it at all. geez... i am gonna lose. haf-time score was 64-61... in his favor. you should have seen the smile on his face. i knew he was happy about it. and i promised that if he did win the game, i would tell in on my blog. he wanted me to lose bigtime, i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second half, i was at ease. i played comfortably, not even looking at his score or even my score. fifteen seconds before i finish my round, i felt him nudging me from the side. "err... hon, i thought your back hurts," he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it did. i looked at his score... 148, not bad at all. my score? 164... omg! i AM good. hahaha. so i won game one afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry but i think your spa session will have to wait till we finish game three." well, not if i can help it! so i put my everything on it... kept on checking his score against mine to make sure that i'm not lagging behind. i had a four-point lead at half-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spa... massage... win game two and you'll get your anti-stress treat. so i was all out. ofcourse, by now you have the idea who won right? let's just say, we're through ten seconds before the round finishes. we walked out with a consolation DQ walnut fudge blizzard for the loser and i got my massage the way i want it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes from the players:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"like carter said, there are good days and bad days of shooting... this is just&lt;br /&gt;one of those unlucky days."&lt;/em&gt; - contender&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"whatever!"&lt;/em&gt; - winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115616949928825300?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115616949928825300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115616949928825300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115616949928825300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115616949928825300'/><link rel='alternate' 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knew that my family will accept her more than they accept my boyfriend. hahaha. the first time my mom set eyes on chewy, she became part of this family.  every weekend they ask me if i could have chewy here for a day or two.  guess they really like that pooch. i adore her as much as i adore my first pup paniel, back when i was in college.  the only problem i have with chewy is the fact that she basically chew everything in her path, be it socks, shoes and yes... even cables.  thus, the alias "chew-y". funny thing, my family still finds her funny.  i wonder how my bro will react once chewy finishes my bro half-eaten LAN cables. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, since everyone will have their attention to the pup, i can enjoy myself. tomorrow, maybe i can have my massage. but for now, sleeptime!!! i looveeeee long weekends!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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to do it... i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things happened this week that for me it seems like a month has passed already. i dont why i felt so drained... but when i realized that it was a friday, i suddenly felt the urge to have a nice relaxing massage and escape from the earth's calling.  days have been very demanding and i feel so worthless inside. no, i'm not sad... or down or whatever.  actually, i should be happy but the feeling eludes me. give me a few more days before i can share everything with you. but as of the moment, i feel so incapable and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm not used to being blessed or lucky (depends on how you see it).  thing is, for me, its scary when good things happen to you one after the other. i feel there's something dark in the end.  somewhat like pandora's box but in reverse... all the good things and then a really bad thing will come of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm being a pessimist. argh!&lt;div 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GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115573974285019558</id><published>2006-08-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:26:14.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;!---img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/216828594_b3885b87be_m.jpg" /---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img STYLE="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; float: left; margin: 0.5em" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/216828594_b3885b87be_m.jpg" /&gt;i just got the pictures from lilia's visit here and let me tell you, i look horrible on all of them except for this one. in every shot, i looked either tired or wasted... and to think all of them were taken before we had our rounds of alcohol. guess i just have to be thankful that i have this one lucky shot where i look human-enough. yup, i have to ask my friends' permissions before i can post it here. you know how the female species are when it comes to this kind of decision-making. but when you capture a kodak moment, you just have to flaunt it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of flaunting, last weekend i wore my "free" nets jersey (courtesy of lenny) and tried it out for a test round on the shoot-out arcade. my boyfriend introduced me to the shootout machine six years ago. back then i can rarely get 50 pts and earn free game. he became my coach ... telling me how to shoot properly (using your fingers and wrist) and not get tired easily (less stress on the arm). and now im beating him black and blue. let me tell you, when your girl scores 3x higher than you, you can't say that you ALLOWED her to win... especially if you hear the crowd saying "hey the girl beat that guy BIGTIME!" hahaha. another thing...when you score 120+ and your opponent got 24, you definitely can't help but rub it in, right? and i'm not saying this happened to me, else someone would really fire up. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? everytime i meet a friend i havent seen for a long time, they keep on saying i lost weight. i cant believe im still capable of losing weight with my appetite for junk foods. maybe its because of my late nights. my life is getting complicated each passing day. im getting freaked out coz everything is like moving in the fast lane and i feel that i might not be able to keep up with this pace soon. i cant say the details as of the moment. but lets see where fate takes me this time around. im not yet in my 30s and yet i feel like im getting close to looking that age. scary, but i shouldn't be afraid of taking risks, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115573974285019558?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115573974285019558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115573974285019558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115573974285019558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115573974285019558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/crossroads.html' title='crossroads'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115531636363994906</id><published>2006-08-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:12:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that spice</title><content type='html'>i went out to mcdonalds with my colleague red this afternoon... had chicken meal for lunch and yes, i drank another coke float. what can i say? i'm a hopeless addict. despite red's advice that i should refrain from acidic drinks, i couldnt help myself. dont worry, i've been punished for being such a hard-headed... in less than two hours after my ten-minute eartly pleasure. i guess thats enough chastening for one day, so please reserve your rebuke until my next attempt to get near mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on... i meet my friend lilia and her hubby arnout who were on vacation here in makati yesterday. they married like a year ago and relocated in netherlands. abi was there too... after all she's lilia's best friend and i only met abi through lilia. we had a couple of dinners together with her other girlfriends and it was a blast. imagine a crowd of girlfriends talking about anything and everything over dinner... and when i said everything it, i mean it. from singles' concerns to newlyweds' issues. i barely knew most of them but overall... it was fun AND educational. and as you all know, i can't go into details on what we've talked about. ladies talks are always for ladies' ears (and eyes) only.  the best part is, i met new girlfriends...i hope we can go out in an ladies-only night-out someday, if schedules permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had dinner with abi @ salt and pepper, a resto-turned-bar.  i was planning order for just dessert but opted for their bread selections instead.  they have like 30% off on breads every friday night. i forgot that they have live bands at night... sure if that happens every night but i know every friday, they invite bands to play starting 8pm (or was it 7pm???). it was a nice experience. the first band was totally hot (though i wasnt able to catch what they call themselves)... i like all their gig and abi knows all of the songs they played.   the second group was so-so. it was an all-femme lead singers... i'm not much of a slow music fanatic when it comes to band performances.  so abi and i ended up like american idol judges criticizing each girl. we both agree that the one in violet is the best of out of the three and the black one was the most vocally-challeged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no... i didn't drink alcohol this time. i'm still feeling after-effects of my float attempt. you should see the look that the guy gave me when i ordered for iced tea.... i had to say... "i'm still underage" to ensure him that i did order for an iced tea. (abi was even suggesting that i should go easy and have bottled water instead) .  the last time i went out and listened to a live band over beer was back in 199x... right after i broke up with ex-boyfriend. my kadas (group of friends) dragged me out of my sulky state, went to bedrock somewhere in malate, drank all the sexually-titled drinks on their cocktail menu and danced like crazy.  come to think of it, that was the first time i went in a bar. hahaha.  how come i have to be depressed before i can experience those totally flipped out night-outs? i wonder if i could have nights like this often. now if i could only drag my better-half on the dance floor...  i cant even drag him for a facial. it'll be thrice as hard to ask him to dance with me. hmmm, do i see another mission coming into mind? hahahaha. you better prepare yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115531636363994906?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115531636363994906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115531636363994906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115531636363994906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115531636363994906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-that-spice.html' title='all that spice'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115505084922980097</id><published>2006-08-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:01:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big thanks to friends</title><content type='html'>im soooooo happy today. i cant believe how blessed i am to have friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i met abi over lunch. she just got back last weekend from her all-over-US-and-canada trip. i really missed our usual chit-chats. maybe that's one reason why i dont mind working at home these days.  i really prefer working in the office and when i end up working late (which happens most of the times) abi and i will enjoy dinner together. needless to say, my boyfriend is relieved now that she's back. at least i can ask abi to go shopping with me instead of dragging him to the ladies or cosmetics section, asking him what color of eyeshadow best suits me like the last time we went to the mall. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt able to update me with everything that happened during her trip, but we have the rest of the week to catch up with each other... maybe over lunch or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i was eagerly waiting for the stuff my friend lenny sent me. i was suprised that he sent me two jerseys!!! i was only expecting to get the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/nets" target="_blank"&gt;Kidd's NJ Nets&lt;/a&gt; home jersey but he also gave me road replica as well.  and abi was able to pick the right size for me.  everything was perfect.  i couldnt wait to wear it... actually i really couldnt wait that i am wearing the road jersey as i type. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.reebok.com/home/index.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rbk.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p1565246dt.jpg" height="50%" width="50%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rbk.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p1565258dt.jpg" height="50%" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;next weekend, i'll probably wear the home jersey. the white one is the best! i can't thank him enuf.  you know, i couldnt find a small-sized nba jersey here.... that's why i cant wipe this huge smile off my face now that i have two... well three actually because i have this medium sized road jersey of J.Kidd but i couldnt wear it (a little bit large for ladies wear).  to think that he was teasing me that he bought me jason collin's jersey instead because its much cheaper.  actually, i dont care... as long as its not a lakers' jersey, i'm sure im going to love it.  anyway, thanks again, lenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i got chocolates from my friend scott as well. abi said that it melted coz they had like a heat wave back in the states but i dont care.  i mean, chocolates are chocolates.... melted or not, i just couldn't say no to them.  and besides, when its given by good friends, it always tastes better. huge thanks, scott! i know you'll be reading this... i put it in the ref and will eat it after i blog, just before i sleep. hahaha. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purdys.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.purdys.com/i/u/p/lg/9B83DEE35A741D8EFB134B9E6A146AC48C76C504.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another suprise from a friend i havent heard from in ages. carol, who's my college roommate, called me up.  the last time i heard from her was like more than a year ago. she is one of my closest girlfriends... considering we shared rooms for like two years.  guess what... she just gave birth to a baby girl.  and my friend is like four (or maybe five) years younger than me!  now she's married. i cant believe it!!! i tell you... by the time i get married, all my girlfriends are married and i have to asked their daughters to be my bridal entourage.  arghhh!!!!  anyway, she's staying with her mom in the province but will be back here to continue her degree next semester.  maybe i'll meet her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one came as a shock. i logged on to my old YM account and saw my girl-bestfriend, liz. i sent her a message and she said that i was mistaken... that she doesnt know who i am. i checked her YM profile and it says that the last profile update was june 2001. thing is, i was like checking and logging on her account around year 2003 onwards. i'm sure she's my girlfriend. maybe she doesnt want to talk with me because of what happened. considering that she left, and the police are after her and nobody knew where she is (except her family, i guess).  whats interesting is the fact that she told me that she has a baby and that she's talking to her husband. ***geez! she's married as well! arghhh!!!!*** its so sad that she's still in denial.  i guess she's scared.  but i only want to catch up with what happened to her... maybe her married life, her baby. i couldnt blame her for what she did... i mean, what's the use?  that's all in the past. i still miss her but i couldnt do anything if she doesnt want to be friends with me again. anyway, as long as she's fine, i guess that's enuf for now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll try to talk with her again next time. let's see how it'll go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115505084922980097?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115505084922980097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115505084922980097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115505084922980097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115505084922980097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-thanks-to-friends.html' title='big thanks to friends'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115496408556073374</id><published>2006-08-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:34:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty as charged</title><content type='html'>last friday, my boyfriend came over with a cheeseburger meal from mcdonalds. and yes, he got a coke float with it. i took it and drank without hesitation, ignoring both the fries and the burger. seems like years when i last had my float. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the smile on his face and said that he read my blog and intentionally bought me a coke float just to see if i can resist it. i am addicted to float! this is getting far too serious! i totally forgot about my entry. but i can always blame my boyfriend, right???? please tell me its his fault... ease my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh! how come when i blog about avoiding something, my next blog would be an apology for doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember about the vanity thingie and saving up? the next entry was how i went out to have my spa treatment. and today i just came back from the mall where i bought another set of my vmv skin regimen. i needed to replenish my stock coz i love what it did to my skin. but paolo thinks i went overboard. you see, i have this vmv customer rewards program and i want my vmv club membership this month. and since its the first monday of the month, i will earn double points for my purchase, thats what the brochure says. i bought a lot and ended up with 40 accumulated points and a free blush. dont you just love freebies. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; margin: 1em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vmvhypoallergenics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vmvhypoallergenics.com/shopping/image.php?productid=152"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vmvhypoallergenics.com/shopping/image.php?productid=61"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying two new vmv items today, apricot &amp; salicylic clarifying soap for those stubborn pimples on my back and the glykeros toning essence so i can save from my regular diamond peeling sessions. maybe i'll have my next facial treatment next december if everything goes well with my regimen.  will tell you the effects soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i really love their makeup line. abi picked the toast as my blush before and it totally suits me. i asked for the same color but the counter said they ran out of stock, so i chose the closest one which is peanut butter. it'll take months before i'll go back to vmv.  this one's for sure!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115496408556073374?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115496408556073374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115496408556073374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115496408556073374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115496408556073374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/guilty-as-charged.html' title='guilty as charged'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115461861328254741</id><published>2006-08-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:25:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enuf is enuf</title><content type='html'>today i'm drinking the last coke float i'll ever have for the whole month of august. ***sob***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know if i can do this but i feel that i have to. i mean, i cant call mcdonald's everyday at 3am for a coke float delivery.  this has been the craziest addiction i ever had. like i can really feel the chill everytime i think of a large glass of coke with vanilla ice cream and really fudgy chocolate syrup. such a creamy drink with occassional shots of choco... feels nothing but heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i feel that i'm overdoing it. i guess scott was right... two servings a day is too much. when i think about all the floats i had versus the two days i spent in the hospital suffering from stomache pains and low blood count... and the frequency of needle-bonding activities i had with the nurses... i decided this has got to stop.  i totally know this is too much... so i better quit while its early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i have no intentions of changing my blog to cokefloat-addict.blogspot.com like ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! i finished my float before i even finished this entry. arghhhh! did i say it was my last???? noooooo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115461861328254741?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115461861328254741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115461861328254741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115461861328254741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115461861328254741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/enuf-is-enuf.html' title='enuf is enuf'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115453848338506645</id><published>2006-08-03T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:14:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>i've been meaning to write something here for a number of times now. but everytime i try to, this dull mind just goes blank. there were instances that i had those stirring moments that i said to myself, 'this should definitely be blogged' but those were the times when im far from my computer. i wish there's some device out there that could extract the entries out of my mind... like a pill of some sort and then put it into words. i'm sure all bloggers out there will be addicted to it. it'll be a sold-out for this net-addicted generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened during those days i wasn't able to go online??? argh!!! this is the hardest part of not blogging everyday. you tend to forget things you want to write about. i read this really weird &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/news/164770" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about how multitasking degrades our brains. and i tend do that a lot even without meaning to. do you think its true? if it is, then i guess i'm feeling the after-effects right now... im slowly deteriorating especially now that i've become a youtube freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, my boyfriend and i went out for a date. we're the last few couple who are idiotic enough to celebrate the day we became couple &lt;strong&gt;BY THE MONTH&lt;/strong&gt;! i know... i know... it cheesy but i like it that way. but people here call it a monthsary... and even if its not accepted in the english vocabulary, i dont care! i think korean couples celebrate the 100th day they've been together. i'm not sure but thing is, monthsaries are monthsaries. not as grand as anniversary but still IT IS IMPORTANT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was saying, we celebrated our... (hold on, let me run calc), oh 80th monthsary. wow! we decided to watch lindsay lohan's movie &lt;strong&gt;just my luck&lt;/strong&gt; and i can't tell even a single good thing about it. my boyfriend was telling me it was a huge flop in the states but i didn't believe him. by the time we finished it, i was thinking i should get a refund.  hell! the producers should even pay us for trying to follow such a lousy storyline. everything about it spelled B-O-R-I-N-G!  i can't believe we didn't walk out. maybe because we're dead tired or too lazy to get up.  definitely not worth seeing... not even the pirated version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justmyluckmovie.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3401/posters/poster1.jpg" width="60%" height="60%"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, we dined at italliani's down at gateway mall and first time ever, we had a meal without any meat in it. had a great salad and pasta... very filling. my boyfriend was raising his objections about the no-meat meal. the last we went out, i was trying to keep him from eating (pork)fat. i guess he saw that i might ask more from him next time.  i mean, what's good in those stuff anyway. it tastes like some dried-up, frozen already-used-for-the-nth-time cooking oil!  i tell you, when i start cooking our meals, it'll be without any fat part (both in pork and beef) and the chicken... i'll have them skinned.  i don't know what he liked about those stuff. but then again, many of you wouldn't understand why i even eat balut and isaw (chicken intestines) when you guys can't even look at it. oh well, you just have to try them first. i remembered my dad forced me to eat pork fat since he insists on a no-leftover policy in the house. i threw it all up and got sick the next day.  it was gross. but i did try. you guys just have to give yourselves a chance with the balut and isaw. i bet if you didn't know what you're eating... you will be suprised that you'll actually like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would want to upload some of the pics i took using my cellphone but this laptop doesnt have an IR like my old one. i've been looking for a data cable, maybe you'll see them on my next post. but for now, keep smiling. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115453848338506645?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115453848338506645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115453848338506645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115453848338506645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115453848338506645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115409090657127628</id><published>2006-07-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:52:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god bless youtube.com</title><content type='html'>i've said it quite a number of times already. i'm not a tv fan.  actually, i can see myself living in a house with cable internet or even your regulation tv stations as long as i have dvd where i could watch movies. but then again, i can always do that on my laptop, no? so that almost eliminate the reasons for having tv at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost always online. come to think of it, i cant remember the last time i let the day pass without connecting to the net. hence i decided to blog. i read online news which is more than informative that the usual tv and radio broadcasts.  i tell you, there will come a time when tv and radio will become nothing but taboos. for me, its starting to become one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is conveniently available on the net. i listen to yahoo! music, windows media player and itunes radios for music. mtvs can be seen at yahoo! launchcast. and now i found out about &lt;a href="www.youtube.com" target="_blank"&gt;YOUTUBE.COM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://youtube.com/img/logo_tagline_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;youtube is a repository of videos uploaded by users and guess what, i found everything i need. well, at least for now, i'm being entertained.  recently, i've finished "my girl", a korean series currently being shown here in the philippines.  funny love story.  the last time u know what i hate about watching series is the fact that they have commercials and you have to wait for another day to know what's going to happen next.  i cant imagine watching the action-suspense CTO series "24" on tv. i'd rather watch it on dvd in one seating. you got it right! im not very patient, and i tend have sleepless nights thinking what the hell happened to Jack Bauer... and it can drive me nuts.  i even remember having a row with my boyfriend because he wont let me finish the whole season in one day. hahaha.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/24" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jewishworldreview.com/0105/24_tv_show.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wwwimage.upn.com/shows/top_model/images/main_pic_cycle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about youtube.com, yes i've finished the korean series "my girl" last weekend; armed with french fries and coke float. you guys can even watch "jewel in the palace", another korean teleseries which my friend abi was very fond of. i've also seen australia's next top model... australia's version of tyra bank's america's next top model. and of course you can find ANTM's series as well. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narutochaos.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fansites.org.uk/naruto/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those anime freaks out there, you can watch naruto online. yes! all chapters available in youtube if you know how to find them.  lately, i've been bored to death with all those filler episodes... broke my patience and i started reading the manga chapters.  and my fellow naruto fan suf hates me everytime i slipped his YM with naruto spoilers. hahaha. but for you my readers, i'll spare you the details. coz right now, i'm into bleach, the anime!  and i'm getting the feed from youtube.  at least now, i can download and watch the episodes at the same time.  i'm sorry but even waiting for the download to finish makes me impatient. hehehe. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bleach7.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cf-network.com/cfan/IMG/jpg/bleach-myIchigo1600.jpg" width="80%" height="80%"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**kneels** hail youtube!!! hahaha! anyways, just wanted to share whats keeping me these days. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115409090657127628?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115409090657127628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115409090657127628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115409090657127628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115409090657127628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-bless-youtubecom.html' title='god bless youtube.com'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115383969330517354</id><published>2006-07-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:21:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006: miss universe and sona</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;last monday, miss puerto rico won the &lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com" target="_blank"&gt;miss universe 2006&lt;/a&gt; title held at us of a. as i've suspected, another latina won.  i dont know, there's something about them, their skin, their eyes and their drop-dead figures. the only thing i dont like about them is when they do their q&amp;a portion where they would always ask for translators.  so i'm not really sure if they fumbled or something.  the crowd would always end up cheering but in my mind i go like "wow! the interpreter is really good".  i wish one day, a filipina delegate would ask for an interpreter and no one (especially filipinos) would think that she's dumb or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it would have been nice to see ms. lebanon be on the final roll.  she's gorgeous! and with the event being held at the states (with bush's support to israel moves), i wonder how her reigned would be like. i still wish she won though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/198043059_a696a0b092_o.jpg" width="252" height="342" alt="LB" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was also rooting for ms. japan; she made it to the finals (top 5) pick. i'm glad she won the best national costume.  it was a no brainer.  like for me, the national costume is something that would stand out but still represent the country where one came from.  and ms. japan is like a character out of disney's mulan... or should i say, its like mulan herself came out and joined the pagent.  she was awesome with the samurai and all geared up for a battle.  the dream girl of all anime freaks out there!&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/198043060_f2442cc810_o.jpg" width="235" height="344" alt="japan" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;as for ms. philippines, hers was the worst i've ever seen. all those ruffles was really a pain to look at. im suprised she even had the nerve to wear it. what was she thinking!!!  and the only reason she won the miss photogenic award is because they've put it online.  any online voting that concerns pinoys (slang for filipinos), expect the result to be favorable to us. hahaha. yes, i did vote for her, and ms. bolivia (who look perfect in all her shots)and miss lebanon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/198043061_1f015d9a84_o.jpg" width="252" height="342" alt="ph" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;she should have borrowed the president's terno instead. or maybe someone switched their gowns! truth is, i'd rather see the president in a ruffled drag than a pageant contender. i couldnt care less what the president wore on her sona... it wouldnt hurt if she picked a non-designer gown. i mean, the semi-terno was superb but what's with THAT train.  and with her height, nonetheless!!!  what a shame!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.ops.gov.ph/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/57/198043058_47bd8f4a70.jpg" width="240" height="186" alt="sona" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115383969330517354?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115383969330517354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115383969330517354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115383969330517354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115383969330517354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006-miss-universe-and-sona.html' title='2006: miss universe and sona'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115379832962682798</id><published>2006-07-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:37:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeping Tom Setup (Qmail, Vpopmail)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This will send copies of all incoming and outgoing mails on the mail server (qmail) to a vpopmail user (that is one wants to read the mail via vpopmail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-requisites:&lt;br /&gt;Install everything you need: Qmailrocks.org has an excellent, even-noobs-can-do-this instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shock steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to qmail source directory. Set QUEUE_EXTRA as "T\0". (Not don't act too noobish! Replace as a valid linux user.) Then set QUEUE_EXTRALEN as the length of (in characters) plus "2". ('T' and '\0' count as one each)&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail qmail-1.03]# cat extra.h&lt;br /&gt;#ifndef EXTRA_H&lt;br /&gt;#define EXTRA_H&lt;br /&gt;#define QUEUE_EXTRA "Tpeeping.tom\0"&lt;br /&gt;#define QUEUE_EXTRALEN 13&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Create a linux user with the same name as your recipient.&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail qmail-1.03]# useradd peeping.tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Create a Maildir directory for your recipient. This is where mails will be delivered to.&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail qmail-1.03]# su - peeping.tom&lt;br /&gt;[peeping.tom@mail ~]# maildirmake Maildir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Create a .qmail-peeping.tom file under /var/qmail/alias/.&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail ~]# cat /var/qmail/alias/.qmail-peeping.tom&lt;br /&gt;~/Maildir/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Recompile qmail. Stop qmail before recompiling.&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail qmail-1.03] qmailctl stop&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail qmail-1.03] make server setup&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail qmail-1.03] qmailctl start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, you can see files under the Maildir/new directory of the recipients. To forward it to a vpopmail user, just copy these files to the Maildir/new directory of the vpopmail user. Change make sure to change the ownership of those files after transfer to allow access to the vpopmail service.&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail new] chown vpopmail.vchkpw&lt;br /&gt;/home/vpopmail/domains/mydomain.com/peeping.tom/Maildir/new/*&lt;br /&gt;[root@mail new] chown vpopmail.vchkpw&lt;br /&gt;/home/vpopmail/domains/mydomain.com/peeping.tom/Maildir/cur/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;- You can now use Horde+Imp to access these emails via IMAP server.&lt;br /&gt;- You can use crontab to automate the transfer of files/emails to the vpopmail user.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115379832962682798?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115379832962682798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115379832962682798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115379832962682798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115379832962682798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/peeping-tom-setup-qmail-vpopmail.html' title='Peeping Tom Setup (Qmail, Vpopmail)'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115358252912431826</id><published>2006-07-22T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:42:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the quest</title><content type='html'>i have a mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for weeks i've been begging my man to go see a dermatologist and/or have a facial. no, i'm not planning to convert him into a metrosexual but i just feel that he needs to give it a try... just this once.  i know it'll do him good (even his sisters say so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you might think, what in the world am i doing to him!  i dont know how to explain... but i have a valid reason.  here let me try... we've been together for like years now and heaven knows i've been his annual source of nuisance, with all the headaches, pressures and mess i've been into all these years. now, its showing and i feel so guilty about it. yes, i'm the black sheep in this relationship. and i'm just trying to erase those problems off his face.  of course, i love him as he is. but (would you believe) i was able to convince him and he agreed to go to a derm session!  he &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt; that he'll try it. and a promise's a promise, RIGHT EVERYONE???  hahaha... got yah, hun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was like &lt;strong&gt;a month ago&lt;/strong&gt;.  up until now, he hasn't gone.  he got like a million reasons (i bet he created this list of excuses the same time he made his promise) to delay it, and if all fails, he would pretend his angry... like extremely mad and demand to go home. it was funny coz i knew its his style. hahaha. last week, we came as close as 5 steps away (literally) from the dermatologist and threw a major tantrum then he called it off.  today, we were supposed to go (for the nth time), but then i arrived late (an hour late... yeah, i'm blaming myself on this one) and he said (smiling... i wonder why!) its my fault that we need to reschedule again. very clever, very smooth! i dont mind if he's going to delay it forever, i know i'll get him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's his dayoff, so we're going to get his facials the day after tomorrow. wish me luck.  gambate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115358252912431826?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115358252912431826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115358252912431826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115358252912431826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115358252912431826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/quest_115358252912431826.html' title='the quest'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115341327129603155</id><published>2006-07-21T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:39:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never to wait in skirt</title><content type='html'>guys should never ever let a lady who's wearing a skirt/dress wait alone, unarmed with a good reading material or an ipod, and expect her kill the time doing nada while you make your grand entrance. thats a total NO-NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be so much better to meet up at a coffee shop. and make sure you'll be at most 5 minutes late... 15mins max if an emergency occurs but make sure you'll call, ok? never let her be the one to ask where in the world are you. if you knew you're going to be late, call her or at least send her an sms 5 minutes before the time of meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider this day as a rare event as i decided to wear a skirt to the office with matching heels. sort of a historical moment to me, and those who are close to me... because i dislike wearing skirts and dresses. and would you believe that my guy friend let me wait for like 30 minutes outside our office building, letting me sit alone, overhearing a lady telling her problematic lovelife to her girlfriend (gawd, i miss these kind of girl talks)... and that i had to call him twice!  you know who you are! HMPF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me chivalry isn't dead yet.  males could you exert all effort to let out your gallantry at least to those skirt/dressing-wearing femmes. *sigh!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115341327129603155?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115341327129603155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115341327129603155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115341327129603155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115341327129603155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-to-wait-in-skirt.html' title='never to wait in skirt'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115337267757666086</id><published>2006-07-20T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:17:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forwarded sms and telenovelas</title><content type='html'>recently, i friend sent me an sms. it says:&lt;br /&gt;no one falls in love by choice, its by chance. &lt;br /&gt;no one stays in love by chance, its by effort. &lt;br /&gt;no one falls out of love by effort, its by choice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that hit the bulls eye. in the end, love will only matter if one will match it with commitment.  without it, its nothing but a story out of a movie or a novel.  there will always be a hint of reality... just a hint of it and yet no one would really know for sure if that can even be real.  if people are not careful enough, they might end up waiting their entire lives... and in the process, let those fleeting opportunities pass them by without a mere hello or a nod of goodbye. hope will always be the best thing out of pandora's box. however one should always be sensible and conscious enough... to uncover what is "now", what is the "future" and what is a "dream"...  to identify what's real and what's not. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my love life is like one of those telenovelas most of you watched after the news (or it is before the news, i really dont know coz i rarely watch tv). maybe thats why i hate watching those flicks. why watch those when im already in it, living it! hahaha. most of the time, i see myself as the antagonist in my own life story and i have made mistakes, a lot of them actually.  some would say that i have done stupid acts but i wouldn't hear them out. i wouldnt even flinched at those thorny adjectives they threw at me (true that i may threw some punches back) but i did what i did. and it the end the past becomes me. this is the whole package, take it or leave it. you either accept me or shut up and get the hell out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part of my life is having my leading man with me all thoughout. you rarely see or meet someone like him in this era. i'm so lucky to be with him (and he with me -- i really have to say that, else i might boost his ego up the roof.) i just have to make sure that he stays sanely (or insanely, whichever state his in right now) inlove with me. i remember asking my man to memorize the text message above. hahaha, i've decided to post it so he wouldn't forget.... and i wouldn't forget it, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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the essentials... shopping, girl talks over coffee and the likes. hanging with the guys is laid back... but nothing beats a woman companion, i bet everyone would agree to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in highschool, i have this girl bestfriend who i'm with till college. she knew everything about me and i knew everything about her... well almost.  after we got our degree... i mean, after i got my degree (she didn't finish hers coz she kept on changing her major), we still maintain contact until that one day when i found out that the police was looking for her.  a huge estafa case was filed against her by a number of people.  it seems that she's been having some money problems and kept on taking loans. the last time i heard from her was when she was asking if i have some cash that i can give her.  i didn't have any that time... the day after that, she has gone into hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, she did owe some money too but i didn't file a complaint against her. i couldn't.  some my friends filed complaints and the amount reached some hundred thousands bucks.  until now, i couldn't believed that it happened to her.  i knew she's a good and smart girl, and there could have been a valid reason behind her actions.  i wish i knew how she is right now.  she had her birthday last week and i missed her so much... had she been with me, i could have been a better person. and if i had been with her... i don't know if i could have made a difference. i just wish i could do something for her when she had that problem.  but no one knew.  even her boyfriend didnt knew about it. and he was a good guy. they spent more than 5 (i think) good years together.  i just wish one day i could meet my friend again.  hope everything's alright for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other girlfriends had gotten married.  i dont know... i couldnt really get the drift of the conversation with married people. priorities are different and although they are educational chit-chat... i couldn't maintain long hours of listening and talking about babies, cooking, laundry, husband-coming-home. dont get me wrong, i love babies... i like cooking - although cooking doesn't seem to like me back. i'm hopeless with laundry but i'm interested to hear the howtos. maybe someday i can be more accommodating with them.  i dont know, maybe after i get married... if i ever get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest, tried to find their good future outside our native soil.  i couldn't blame them, the opportunities abroad are incomparable to what this third-world country can offer them.  sometimes i think i should go out, too.  but i like it here and unless its mission-critical, i'd like to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends come and go, so they say. i know i will find new girlfriends along the way. but i have made history with my old friends and i want to keep them with me.  those memories that would always bind us together... i hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time can always change a person...  i guess the only good thing about being left behind is the fact that instead of forgetting the past, time will always help you remember them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115306227802447290?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115306227802447290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115306227802447290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115306227802447290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115306227802447290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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foot spa. i'm really feeling low today and although that cute, little fudgey-wudgey chocolate cake of cheesecake etc. courtesy of my better-half (and this time its not a ransom cake!) did lift my spirit up a bit, i knew i needed something more.  i couldn't really pin-point what's wrong but i can feel the bad vibes around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i found myself in a spa center even after saying i'll refrain from any narcissistic activities. they had this promo where i could avail a facial and a diamond peel session for less than 1k.  promos never fail to catch my attention... i decided to give it a try.  and unlike the usual sessions from let's face it, this one is true to its name... its a calming, totally refreshing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did blog about having that glyco peel, right? we, together with my bf's siblings, had it at let's face it at park square. the experience wasn't very satisfying at all. usually, they will ask what skin regimen you're into before performing your treatment. i knew that they do this to know if your treatment will have any reaction to whatever you've used on your face. one of us asked why, but the attendant didn't answer at all. all our attendant were very busy rattling about pacquiao's recent win that they didn't even bother to aerate our face. it was irritating to hear them talk while we are trying to ignore the stinging feeling on our skin. i knew they had to let some air on our faces so it wouldn't sting much. but we discover that they were using their hands to generate the air.  and they finally stopped after one of attendant accidentally rammed her hand on my friend's face. worst of all, they laughed and my friend didn't get an apology at all. it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... at spa utopia, you get your own room, so it more private.  you'll have your facial lying down with a soothing instrumental music on the background. lights would be turned off during the facial steam and the mask session so you can actually relax. i enjoyed the mint mask very much. its my first time to have a diamond peel treatment. it like a sucking pumice device which hurt a bit... but very tolerable... unlike the gylo peel burning sensation which hurt alot especially if the attendant is too lazy to fan your face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what this diamond peel would do to my face. like i dont even know why i do these things. hahaha. maybe i just like being pampered. thank goodness, my boyfriend tolerates my vanity. now if i can just trick him into having his facials... that would make him the greatest! but then again, i couldn't even pull him inside the salon for a haircut. oh well, there are ways... women always find ways. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115288718647621476?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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NO!!!! i dont even want to think about it, until maybe year 2007 or 2008.  and i need to buy clothes for meetings and those super-uncomfortable shoes with heels to match.  i guess i have to give up my vanity thingies. no more massages. waxing will be once a month (ouch!)... and my hair treatment can wait until i get a bonus. and my facials??? shesh! this diversion is costing me a lot of moolah!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;forget it!  after all, being posh isn't my style. i'll try to stick with my usuals facial cleaner, toner, and moisturizer regimen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i desperately want a pug this year... i doubt i could get a decent female pup with my budget.  so i got to drop a lot of my usual narcissistic expenditures, if i really want one.  or do i really want one?  i dunno. i can always steal chewy (are you reading this hun?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'll try to get some rest before i go to the office. great! its almost 3am. now i wouldnt be able to wake up in time for work.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GREAT! ARGHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115273091246453569?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115273091246453569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115273091246453569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115273091246453569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115273091246453569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-late-night.html' title='another late night'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115203288941541290</id><published>2006-07-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:11:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in cab's ride</title><content type='html'>like i have many bad experiences with cabs. smelly taxis and cab drivers, choosy drivers, and yes, i even encountered pervert drivers who would reach out and make excuses to touch you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its weird for a girl, but i like sitting on the passenger's seat especially if the aircon is set to low.  i know most of you have asked a thousand times for the driver to actually lower the temperature, but i bet you received gazillion excuses from your taxi driver that he cant.  normally, im not in the mood to start a conversation at all besides telling him where i want him to take me...  so to resolve the aircon issue, i choose to sit at the passenger seat and direct all aircon at me. i could always put my huge backpack in between us if he even tries to molest me. if i can't take it anymore... i could just open my door, leave money and take a hike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its the fare that always bother me. i dont like the idea of not being informed on how i should be charged when i choose to travel via cab. so if there's anyone out there who could explain this, big thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you know if the taxi meter is bugged? i just dont get it! i know there's always a 30 pesos flag down rate as soon as you get in. after that, will you be charged 2.50 pesos per km. instantly?  and besides the actual fare price, i can see two other numbers which i assumed to be time/duration and distance of travel... is that right?  based on that info, can you tell if the meter is overcharging you in a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a driver once told me that he was driving faster than 80kmph so i got charged higher than if he was going at a slower pace with the same (covered) distance. is that a valid reason? let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115203288941541290?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115203288941541290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115203288941541290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115203288941541290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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be patient enough to finish it. otherwise, i wont post anything at all.  i mean, blogger.com should check if the connection to blogger is ok before sending the data. or at least put entries cache just in case! but like i could really blame them, this service is free right. so i dont think i want to rant on; else i'll find blog offline. moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote about being jinxed.  every darn team i supported this year got kicked out before the finals.  and the team that i supported during the finals, lose. talk about bad luck. from nba to world cup. i mean, there was nets and then spurs... then dallas! what the hell happened to that team, anyway! then spain lost to crappy france, and last night the rest of my teams, england and brazil, lost too.  i just cant believe it. from now on im going to support the teams i hate! that should disqualify them fast. but as far as im concerned, world cup is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should have watched superman returns. i love the new guy. what can i say... femmes dig heroes in tights as you guys dig anything that walks on skimpy clothes. sort of our like prince charmings to the rescue. i remember when i was young, i use to watch our superman videos over and over... totally worshipped clark kent and despised that totally idiotic lois lane who cant even recognize her man when he wears glasses.  and to think she pretends she's inlove with him! duh! i used to have a crush on a guy back in elementary with a twin and i could tell them apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this brandon routh is hot. where did they find him? he's perfect!  and i fell inlove all over again. hahaha. i bet my boyfriend's going to keep me away from any brandon routh's movies for a couple of months just like what he did with vin diesel. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supermanmegasite.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.supermanmegasite.com/images/news/BrandonRouthSupermanHeadshot.JPG" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; lois lane is... very lois lane-ish which makes me hate her more than ever. her curls is too perfect but gawd who in the hell did the horrific pedicure. put the shoes back on, honey... you're ruining the entire slide.  or maybe i just hate her. hahaha. as for the boy, i instantly knew there's a possibility of him being the son of superman.  but why couldn't they get a black-haired boy with glasses instead? can you imagine how degrading this is for all krypton race, if there's any one left out there besides clark! that would mean that lois lane's genes has overpowered clark's?!!! poor boy!!! i cant imagine him growing up with super strength and spidey's geeky looks. as for lex luthor, one could never make a mistake in casting kevin spacey, but... i'd say this, the storyline ruined it.  i cant really imagined luthor being stranded as in sort-of tom-hanks'-cast-away manner with no one but a goodey-two-shoes hooker-poser and eat a cannibalistic pomeranian for dinner? what in the world were they thinking?!!!  the chopper being in one piece, i could only assume that they didnt want a costly production orrrr, they didn't have the guts to get rough.  with good and not-so-good-looking people aside, the movie is crappy. still, if you desperate want to ensure that you get you're decade's dose of superman looks, go and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some, if there's any out there who even reads this blog, may have wondered why i havent had an entry for a week.  nope, i havent been sick, actually im getting better. thing is, i have a new work sched, for like 3 days i wasn't leaving the house that my mom thought i was out of job. hahahaha. i work vancouver time and my friend scott helps me keep sane (big thanks!), if i was even capable of being such, during my shift. i honestly dont know how call center support people do it, but i havent gotten more than 6hr straight sleeptime. my first three days, i havent seen the sun outside... spent it indoors. until my boyfriend suggested going to the malls (all praises to my man!!!). and during the next succeeding days, i was out and about, trying on new clothes (hon, i said trying... just trying, ok?) and stuff from my vanity list (like massages, facials). but i did bought to a nice comfy back support with arm rest that looks good on top of my bed.  and got my glyco peel service today AND purchased vmv skin care regimen. maybe i'll invest on a good study table and a nice comfy chair too if this sched goes on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still trying to fit in my new work sched, and i think im enjoying it.  being in the malls during the day and enjoying the off-peak spa services daily. i just wish my hemoglobin can keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, this is clark kent's future (yet-to-be-discovered) leading lady... signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115116251858963918</id><published>2006-06-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:44:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dr. jekyll &amp; mr. hyde inside your wallet</title><content type='html'>my saturday is not blog-worthy today. but i felt the urge to blog. but what about?  then i remembered sumthin regarding or staff meeting last friday.  it was about the deception of your cash plastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure a lot of you have credit cards; if not i bet you are still trying to fill up that app form those ladies from the malls gives out every so often.  with waived annual fee on the first month, everyone thinks its an advantage. so it is.  i was in college when i had my first card. it was a student mastercard from hsbc, i still have it.  saved me a lot from my no-allowance sentences.  but let me warn you, it'll be an addition, if not now... soon. people who knows how to handle their budget don't get into trouble.  so u better know how to use the plastic to your advantage. here's some tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that merchants are not allowed to charge you for additional fee just because you used their cards?  if you're using visa or mastercard, you have to call and report this incident before they swipe your card.  its a bit tricky though coz merchants are allowed to give discounts if you use cash. if the merchant has this cash discounts, you should see a regular price tag and a discounted cash price tag.  now if the item is labelled with just one price tag and the merchant asks for additional fee (or as they call it surcharge), inform the merchant that you need to call your issuer then report this incident.  its a violation of visa/mastercard merchant agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, visa/mastercard merchant agreement states that the merchant should not impose a minimum card purchase. i remember an incident before that sm mall minimum card purchase is 50 pesos.  i really don't care about this. but if you are really out of cash and/or fast approaching your credit limit, this info might just save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wonder why banks are willing to give out cards for free for the first. coz the chances that you'll keep the card and pay next year's membership is very high... specially if you're still unfinished with your previous 12-month installment purchase. so if you really dont want to pay the next annual fee, make sure you have paid the full amount before your first year expires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best way to fully take advantage of credit cards is on-time payment. by that i mean that you have to pay the balance IN FULL on or before payment due dates.  paying the minimum payment won't do. you might think that you saved yourself from the late payment fees but you still be charge with the monthly interest that is 3.5%.  chances are, you'll find yourself paying for the same merchandise for months. and if you try to go back and compute how much you've paid for that item... you might get an instant heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you don't exceed your credit limit, otherwise you'll be penalized.  i know you think you won't overcharge coz stores would not accept your card if you've reached your max spending limit in the first place. think about the last installment charge you made. credit cards only counts the retail payment for the month. these monthly payments are charged to your card on a specific day, say for example every 18th of the month. if you have a credit limit of 20,000 and you monthly payments of 5,000, you could still buy that psp for 16,000 on the 17th. by the 18th, you'll have the overcharge fee. nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a security risk that most of us ignore. know that the last 3 digits (some have 4 though) printed on the back of your card works like a PIN and its called cvv2/cvc (card verification value/code). if you hand me your credit card for less than 5 minutes or so, u also gave me access to charge to your account. how? internet purchases usually requires the cvv2/cvc, your credit card number, and the expiry date. no signature needed.  some internet payment sites require users to put in the correct address and verifies the area code (zip code).  so next time the you hand your card to a waiter/waitress, make sure you don't give the address associated with your plastic.  i know most of you wouldnt give that info unless you got the hots to your server. just in case you decided to fill out that feedback form, make sure you don't leave your address associated with your plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you any more tips/advices/trivia about credit cards, please feel free to share it.  consumers have the right to know before they fall victims of mr. hyde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115116251858963918?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115116251858963918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115116251858963918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115116251858963918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115116251858963918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/dr-jekyll-mr-hyde-inside-your-wallet.html' title='dr. jekyll &amp; mr. hyde inside your wallet'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115108530197577557</id><published>2006-06-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:08:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infiltration @ the palace</title><content type='html'>as soon as i arrived at the office, my boss inquired if i was anywhere near the president these past few months.  i was like, president who? he said president arroyo experienced severe abdominal pain and vomiting. it was said that she was a bit pale too and was confined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(6TH UPDATE) FOR the first time since she was rushed to St. Luke’s Hospital for acute infectious diarrhea Thursday night, President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo met members of a government media pool Friday afternoon and assured the public she was all right. read &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/breakingnews/nation/view_article.php?article_id=6186" target=_blank&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like my plan to spread my infectious disease worked. today... the president. tomorrow... the world!!! talk about biological warfare! bwahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, before the police arrest me... lets get this straight. i wasn't anywhere near osteria (ara mina's resto) where arroyo had her dinner before she was rushed to the hospital last night; bubba gump's is like miles away. i haven't even seen the president personally. c'mmon i'm too gorgeous to waste my life for stuff like presidential assassination. and i'm not about to let myself be taken away for spreading single-celled organisms.  and of all diseases out there, it has to be diarrhea outbreak. que horror! that is just sooo ... crappy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im so glad im not alone in this kinda state.  and with the president herself, im honored to share my fate with her. hahaha, just kidding. but i hope we both get well soon. i just got my meds.  in 3 days time, i'll have another round of tests to see if those pests are gone for good. i'm tired of all these doc's visits.  its physically and financially draining. it's killing my social life, not like i have a grand one. but the protozoa has got to go... i know its their nature to be pesky, but they're overdoing it....seriously! i'm not sure if arroyo says she's fine for publicity sake, coz im not fine... at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115108530197577557?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115104768756263114</id><published>2006-06-23T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:28:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now THAT is TOO much! waaaay TOO MUCH!</title><content type='html'>i was delirious this morning. my boyfriend dropped by coz my mom told him i haven't feeling well. i wasn't able to catch my doc last night so i don't have my meds yet.  when i woke up, he was looking weird at me. he laughed at me. when i asked why, he told me i was talking in my sleep. and he heard me call out beckham. at first he thought i said, baked ham; but i called out again. yup, it was beckham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, i had this dream.  i was at a building of some sort and below it was an open field. i think i was on 2nd floor and when i looked out i saw most of my fav futbol players were out on the stage, even that klose guy i haven't seen on the tv. everyone was screaming. and it suprised me that i found myself calling out to david, with two hand waving up high, jumping up and down, trying to catch his attention. david, who took noticed to that poor loser fan who's acting all crazy, gave a short wave. and i can't believe it... when i saw he that he did waved at me, i screamed... ok i shrieked like a loser girl in front of some one-shot-to-fame boyband. it was horrible and alarming. i can't even imagine myself being starstruck over beckham without seeing him on the actual field... playing a good game.  he looks ok, but he doesn't have the voice to match it. so the only time he's worth worshiping is when he kicks that curve ball right into that goal and scores. that's it. i'm not going to act like a stupid loser fan when i see him walking on the street or something..... i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night my boyfriend and i went back to bubba gump with a vengeance.  we order a bucket of shrimp-lobster-mahi-mahi meal and ate our full. i forgot the name but it was good. my boyfriend was saying it was a long time since he enjoyed a seafood course.  it was really superb except that when i woke up, i'm not feeling well.  hope i was home sleeping so i won't be able to feel this stupid tummy aches. it's really killing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115104768756263114?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115104768756263114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115104768756263114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115104768756263114'/><link 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OK?!!!!</title><content type='html'>in fairness to all nba fans out there, i have to say this. miami won... bleah! ok, next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really updated my blog these days. i've been out having those stupid diagnostic tests again last sunday and finally my doctor found out why i got confined in the first place. unfortunately, of all human containers, this irritating parasite with an much irritating name (entamoeba histolytica cyst) to match its really irritating existence on earth, decided to make my body its wonderland. i stopped my iron supplements already since it would only aggravates my bowel routine.  apparently, this protozoa may have been a result of eating contaminated food and/or water.  i've been out traveling a lot last april and may that i can't really pinpoint where i picked it up.  thing is, that's irrelevant now unless i'm still eating or drinking the same stuff that caused this illness. i hope i didn't get this from my office water or from our home. the only good thing is that i drank a lot of water, ate a lot of... yes, watermelon, when i was not feeling well so i didn't end up dehydrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling a lot better though.  i dunno. whenever i work in the office, i feel good. except last week, when i kept on visiting the restroom every hour or so.  problem is, i can't find/buy my meds anywhere. doc issued me diloxinide furoate which accdg to mercury drug, was phased out already. they were recommending meta-blah-bleh-bleah... i can't remember the name really... but that was my previous tabs. doc says its no good for me anymore. i'll go back tomorrow to get a new prescription. maybe i should drink lysol which my mom sprays more frequently now after she found out about my so-called pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of pet, my boyfriend's sister's spaniel just gave birth to a male pup. just one pup. it was a shock really. everyone thought that pika (the dam) was not pregnant. i thought she was pregnant because i felt something inside her weeks ago.  the vet "confirms" that she was not pregnant.  then we noticed that she got milk. the vet says she might be having false pregnancy. then this afternoon she gave birth. the vet says it was impossible. hahaha. well, i guess it was a bit weird.  coz it took her more than 80 days, i think.  i haven't seen the pup. maybe i'll post his pic next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, what else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!!!! watch fast and furious 3 tokyo drift. believe me, it's the best!  i know u might think its crap since the movie has a new cast. and why tokyo of all places?!!! but when we watched it, it was really cool. i mean, the movie was totally HOT! a really big turn-on to all streetracing fanatics and need for speed playas out there. i didn't really appreciate the drift mode on the need for speed play... but once u see this movie, you get the grip.  imagine having a car race inside a building carpark like sm megamall. the adrenaline rush, man! make sure u'll watch it in a theater with really, really good sounds to get the real feel. for the guys, yeah some nice girls as usual.  fine... the storyline is so-so but u really have to love those cars... and the drift! vroooooom! then in the end, u'll get a bit of a suprise as the writer links part 3 and part 1. watch it! don't mind the cast... for the sake of those cars, really, worth ur money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run and see if i could get some facial or massage somewhere near (girl-mode).  laterz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115089224192277616?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115089224192277616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115089224192277616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115089224192277616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115089224192277616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-not-talk-about-it-ok.html' title='let&apos;s not talk about it... OK?!!!!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115054595438098583</id><published>2006-06-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:10:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanity check</title><content type='html'>i was scheduled to have my cbc and stool test today but i followed my friend's advice... he said i should have fun this weekend. so that's what i did. i dropped all my diagnostic tests and decided to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my boyfriend started the weekend early with friday night dinner at... friday's watching argentina vs. serbia &amp; montenegro. of course that was a no brainer match, i knew argentina will win it... and so they did. we watched till half time pigging out with bbq and onion rings. i was so full that i didn't have space for my dessert so we decided to take the mudpie home instead. it was 3-0 in favor of argentina and by the time we arrived home, argentina is up on the rankings with netherland. they won 6-0 against scg but i was a bit disappointed that i wasn't able to see riquelme put in a goal. he almost did in the first half... almost but still didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went out to buy the shoes we reserved at adidas rockwell for my boyfriend. buying shoes for that guy is one of the most frustrating tasks i have to do.  he got big feet which means he got big.... SHOES. here in my country, buying size 12 shoes is next to a miracle... and that miracle being=actually getting a pair that my boyfriend is comfortable in. i could almost hear the "hallelujiah" background when i heard the sales person say that there's a size 12 at rockwell. can't remember the model... i'll upload it and maybe some of you would recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on my way home, i had to pass by the mall for some pampering.  i remember my mom telling me to buy some cucumber for my eyes.  believe me, when you hear such advice from my mom who doesn't usually say much about physical appearance... you're a disaster. i feel so ugly these days.  i had my wax at let's face it... girls, i know they don't do good facials but the waxing is really superb.  at least im satisfied with it.  i had to do this first coz i've been so lazy these days and had relied too much on shaving, which is definitely not good. at let's face it, they don't use the honey-based wax with the cloth to strip off the hairs.  i'm not familiar with the brand but they use a pinkish wax which they pull out as well. so no messy, sticky feeling.  u should try it once, i'm sure you'll get hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a facial. let's not talk about it coz it's nothing special. i went to dermstrata and the place wasn't very relaxing. i had a whitening kojie mask+placenta collagen with eye treatment; i'm not sure if i did get the eye treatment but they did picked on my pimples. i bought tea tree oil from body shop coz i hate how my forehead looked after my treatment. hope it'll be gone soon. the staff from dermstrata told me not to wash my face so i postponed my plans to buy some makeup.  maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got a free workout stub at slimmer's world. gawd, my belly's getting really huge these days that i think it's demanding a liposuction. have to get the fat out fast. hopefully i get the free time and i'll find someone to go with me. maybe i'll ask mike. hoy mike! workout tau!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now, im not sure if i'll go to the salon to get a hair treatment. my hair is sooo limp and dry... like it's good as dead.  thing is, i have to go to my salon like 4km away because my previous hair handler was so nice and i think my hair likes him. still contemplating if i should cut my hair really, really short. as short as natalie imbruglia's in her torn mtv. what do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115054595438098583?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115054595438098583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115054595438098583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115054595438098583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115054595438098583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/vanity-check.html' title='vanity check'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115028938620990751</id><published>2006-06-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:16:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u have to tell me</title><content type='html'>world cup ads are nothing but great not to mention universal. you just have to love them. everyone, from adidas to nike to gatorade, even each country produce their own masterpiece. i have previously posted the adidas draft pick of a boy named jose. not bad eh?  i didn't like the nike ads with cantona and ronaldinho. i know cantona is from manchester united but i always think of him as a show-off. so is ronaldinho... but i love that guy, who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came across pepsi's world cup commercial. my emotions got all mixed up. it should be funny but if i'll hang on it much longer, i'm pretty sure i'll find football a turn-off. look at their faces... ronaldinho and beckham are trying to keep themselves from laughing. they are look so... forgive me for using the word... adorable. hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the ad for yourself, while i go after that fatty girl who took my beckham jersey.... &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S MINE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/330OocU_xAQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/330OocU_xAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115028938620990751?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115028938620990751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115028938620990751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115028938620990751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115028938620990751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/u-have-to-tell-me.html' title='u have to tell me'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-115010445822807924</id><published>2006-06-12T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:18:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome 2006 world cup</title><content type='html'>oh well, nba fever is over. yeah, at least for me it is.  i don't care much about the last two teams out there but i know this much. since mavs won their 2nd game, they're going to get the ring. that why it's all done for me.  dirk will be mvp-ed too. that's too bad for shaq, we all know how bad shaq wants a ring. maybe next year... my team will get into the finals. hahaha. they really need a real center, and not to mention good bench players. how many times did i said that to lawrence.  lets see what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now its all about... world cup. i'm not rooting on any team as of the moment.  i'm a beckham fan, yes... shoot me. i dont care. still, my eyes are on england this year. why? because my boss told me to look for rooney. coming from an english man, i wonder if its was biased opinion. we'll see. they're off with a good start, though... beating paraguay. not bad, eh? though they played way too hard on the first half and were almost crawling on the second half. i thought they're going to lose it but didn't. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this video... noticed anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/116058/adidas_2006.swf" width="346" height="305" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one was drafted from greece. hmmm, i wonder why. spanish/portuguese speaking boys plus no german players. take a hint. hahaha. rivals till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-115010445822807924?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115010445822807924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=115010445822807924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115010445822807924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/115010445822807924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-2006-world-cup.html' title='welcome 2006 world cup'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114968642608557715</id><published>2006-06-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:36:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of words</title><content type='html'>my trip to the doctor was sooner than i expected. today i noticed disturbing symptoms that i decided that delaying my check-up is just a step away from becoming a sado-masochist.  i knew that i have high tolerance with regards to pain (blood not included, as long as there's no blood i can take it), so i only visit doctors in extreme circumstances.  guess that's not such a sharp attitude, because when i can't bare the pain anymore, i usually find myself in an emergency room with people sticking needles (or something) on me, and i'm too weak to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there! i visited our family doctor, actually, the son of our family doctor. i think he's just a few years older. he had a band group before, i knew that because when i was young, i hear them practicing while i had my checkup with their dad. and they joined a contest before... i used to like their group, though i can't seem to remember what type of music they were into. now he's the new family doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he said not to worry... its normal to experience frequent bowels since im taking ferrous sulfate.  plus the fact that i have to take 2 tablets everyday since my hemo count dropped.  but as a precaution he asked me to have a stool and cbc tests, to make sure that it's really nothing serious.  he gave me antibiotics for 5 days. also, he lowered my iron supplement dose to just 1 tablet a day since i looked better (i mean didn't looked as pale as i was last time i had my checkup).  and... i have to refrain from eating fatty, oily, fibrous, spicy foods. and i have increase my h2o intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's the good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAR YE! HEAR YE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN EAT SWEETS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN EAT CAKES!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mik though, no yougarts.  not that i care much about dairy. important thing is, I can eat desserts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a lot better hearing my doctor's diagnosis.  yes, i still have to take those tests, but i'm more comfortable taking them.  i have to sleep early today... doctor says no stress and lots of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i tried eating apples everday... didn't work. i still have to see my doc.  wonder where they got "an apple a day, keeps the doctor away"... maybe its just an ad for washington apples or somethin. sooo not true!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114968642608557715?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114968642608557715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114968642608557715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114968642608557715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114968642608557715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/power-of-words.html' title='the power of words'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114959625407640221</id><published>2006-06-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:17:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somthin wrong... im scared</title><content type='html'>recently i have noticed my bathroom trips are becoming more frequent. the urgency to go now happens more than five times every dang day that it's becoming more of a bother than a concern. it annoys me even more is the fact that i feel just a tinge of relief after each session, and the knowledge that i still need to go back... again in a few minutes or so! imagine, like its asking me to spend the whole day in the bathroom. i hate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i oughta see a doc, but i haven't gotten past the trauma i had last month. no! i won't go back there, at least not this early. so i decided googling for my diagnosis instead. out of the results displayed, i have cut the list down to two... (colon cancer is out!) ... they are ulcerative colitis and IBS. i probably think its IBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the symptoms of ibs:&lt;br /&gt;[x] chronic and frequent diarrhea, usually accompanied by pain &lt;br /&gt;[x] chronic and frequent constipation, usually accompanied by pain &lt;br /&gt;[x] abdominal pain or tenderness following meals relieved by bowel movement, intermittent &lt;br /&gt;[x] abdominal fullness, gas, bloating &lt;br /&gt;[x] abdominal distention &lt;br /&gt;[x] nausea and vomiting &lt;br /&gt;[x] loss of appetite &lt;br /&gt;[this im not sure] emotional distress &lt;br /&gt;[am i depressed? dunno] depression &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says it not serious both bothersome(tell me about it!). says i just have to eat healthy, fibrous food and lotsa h2O, less stress, lotsa rest/sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear you... i know i should see my doctor. maybe i would if this gets worse... OR!!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe should see our clinic doctor instead to ensure no more of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/161633520_79f0029b41_m.jpg" width="240" height="192" alt="fear" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh! i still gets the shivers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114959625407640221?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114959625407640221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114959625407640221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114959625407640221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114959625407640221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/somthin-wrong-im-scared.html' title='somthin wrong... im scared'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114952087137930471</id><published>2006-06-05T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:08:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indulgence</title><content type='html'>this weekend has been a gastronimical experience for me. each night, starting last friday 'til today, i found in different dining places and words are not enough to define how i felt after each meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night, my friend erik sent me a message if i wanted to eat kabab. i just had my dinner (i can't remember where and what i ate, but im pretty sure i ate somethin), but the offer mad my tummy grumble.  although a private transport made me say yes, the fact that we are to get it from Mister Kabab was the real deal.  the place is at delta, across pizza hut (the first time i told my bro about the best kababs, he thought i was talking about cahoots pub&amp;disco haus... hahahaha. i couldn't imagine he and his girlfriend went there thinking it was persian resto!) anyway, erik and i decided not to eat at the place cuz it was late... ok 9pm wasn't really that late but i was in rags and flip-flops.  instead of my usual chelo kabab, i asked for keema and 2pcs pita bread... and my fav watermelon shake. i'm really hooked on Mister Kabab's menu eversince college days.  i wouldn't trade it to Ziggurat where abi and i went.  the meat there is more tender but ... i dunno, i'd still pick Mister Kabab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.delmontesquare.com/site_images/20050913-151742.jpg" width="20%" height="20%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redcrabonline.com/web%20images/seafoodclub.jpg" width="50%" height="50%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://onmyway.canalblog.com/images/t-kfc.jpg" width="20%" height="20%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a saturday night, my boyfriend and i went to greenbelt deciding it was time to try bubba gump. funny thing is, instead of asking for their usual shrimp dishes, we ended up with their dixie baby back ribs and calamari.  it was too late to realize our mistake, and we were literally drolling over our table-neighbors as they nibble on their shrimps. though our order wasn't that bad, actually the ribs was more or less like that of tony romas' and the calamari was sumptous "without the cabbage", we promised we'd go back again and remind ourselves that we MUST order SHRIMPS. TONY ROMAS=RIBS. BUBBA GUMP=SHRIMPS,SHRIMPS,SHRIMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to the nearest kfc store and claimed the 15-pc kfc bucket meal voucher that came with my credit card. i brought the meal home and shared it with my family, it was a pig out!  what's so special about that? they say that the best things in life are free. they're right! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i spent my dinner with my friend abi at the seafood club at greenbelt.  we have had talks about having dinner buffet there as we both love crabs. i'm pretty sure my boyfriend would understand... right hun? so we went there right after work and devour (with no exagerration) all the crabs that our eyes laid upon. sad part is, there were a lot of people that night that i ended up eating just 5 crabs. a pity really because they couldn't offer us more. i guess one should go there at an earlier time to ensure 100% crab buffet satisfaction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's next? errr, i'm not sure.  i think i've pretty much spent all my money eating... which is actually good. i have have to make sure that i don't forget my veggies and fruits. maybe i should stack up with watermelons cuz bananas are killing me. i should definitely give that up. i'm pretty sure i can find substitute for bananas. any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114952087137930471?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114952087137930471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114952087137930471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114952087137930471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114952087137930471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/indulgence.html' title='indulgence'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114922101113286114</id><published>2006-06-02T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:06:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gently please</title><content type='html'>when i said kill me, i don't actually mean it literally. and even if i did, i would want my death to be as painless as it can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT LIKE THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning with fear... my stomach is hurting.  the last time i felt this feeling, i won a 3D+2N vacation package at the surgery ward (dining included if one can call IV = eating). my gawd, i wouldn't want to see that place again nor those tax-evading-whitey-dressed people who call themselves professionals.  word of advice: if your job is to sticks needles and drain someone else's blood, please... please... please... don't ask if THAT hurts. you might find the needle sticking on your skin instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve this fate? maybe cuz i skipped dinner. (i'm blaming mike on this one cuz he refused to eat along with me. carry it on your conscience, YOOUU!!!!) or maybe the stress i had at past midnight when someone did something that caused the server to go wacko and then sent an email asking me what happened!  argghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality for now. no softdrinks (not guilty)... no milk (still not guilty)...no more late nights (last night was the last one)... and no more sweets.... errr, make than less sweets like once every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to take care of myself. my boyfriend loves me so much that it pains me to see him worry about my health. i'm serious here. from now on, i'm going to eat and live healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114922101113286114?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114922101113286114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114922101113286114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114922101113286114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114922101113286114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/gently-please.html' title='gently please'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114916092808075242</id><published>2006-06-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:41:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i really that tanga?</title><content type='html'>grabeh. yesterday i restarted our office server and got the suprise of a lifetime... got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kernel panic: non syncing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid OS refused to boot up.  i haven't encountered this problem since... hell, i can vaguely remember... back when i was setting up ltsp on my very furst company. so i re-booted the server again, as if hoping that this is just a bad dream... and prayed that the machine would do what its supposed to do.  still, i still got the same kernel panic error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do then?  i blindly followed the message on the screen.  i panicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hours of nail-biting googling... in dire of finding out why on earth this happened to me when i was just configuring tomcat, i gave up and decided to reinstall the server.  after less than an hour or so, the last CD was popped out the CD drive and the machine restarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the the message on screen of the "newly installed" os and i knew i was in the verge of losing my sanity when i read the message on screen. it say's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kernel panic: not syncing Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! (you got me, ashton!!! i'm gonna kill you! ~~dream on~~) like the machine is taking revenge on being left working all day and all night (including weekends) without restart. i wanted to shout out: "that's what you're supposed to do so don't you 'panic' or im going to throw you out the 37th floor. let's see who's the last one to say 'Oops' when THAT happens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.  maybe i'm really overdoing things here. so i thought i'll give 'it' a break and grab something to eat. then i remember.... grub.conf.  so i tried to open the file and the right there i read the definition of my stupidity.  it was trying to load the wrong kernel version.  half a day gone cuz of that! if that machine could only file a complaint, i'll find myself on a verbal abuse case or worst. frustrated murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add, i wrongly sent 'init 1' on the live mail server when i meant to send 'init q'.  i'm filing a complaint against the designers of all laptop keyboards. 'Q' should not be placed anywhere near '1'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my stoopidity, kill me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114916092808075242?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114916092808075242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114916092808075242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114916092808075242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114916092808075242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/am-i-really-that-tanga.html' title='am i really that tanga?'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114904972948677966</id><published>2006-05-31T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:31:44.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra-extra: mavs got beaten bigtime!</title><content type='html'>geez, now suns won over mavs. that wouldn't help the matters at hand... get ready, this is going to be really nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/teams/dal;_ylt=AtnQoRVbTTkXFdVGzLKz0jc5nYcB"&gt;Dallas&lt;/a&gt; 86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/teams/pho;_ylt=AsMMFWL5ctjvWIcZzHU1Hww5nYcB"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/a&gt; 106&lt;br /&gt;series is now tied with two wins each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey! my team won... bwahahahaha! go suns!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114904972948677966?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114904972948677966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114904972948677966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114904972948677966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114904972948677966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/extra-extra-mavs-got-beaten-bigtime.html' title='extra-extra: mavs got beaten bigtime!'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114904439633333474</id><published>2006-05-31T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:02:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no speaking mode</title><content type='html'>last night, my boyfriend and i had a petty fight over ym (see what internet can do this days) that ended up in an unfinished cellphone argument (hearing the phone goes toot-toot in a middle of conversation is as serious as we can get). apparently, he got mad over me not replying to his messages (in 5 mins or less). i have tried to explain that my boss was right beside me (which means i should be working) but all the words fell on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe that my boss was able to read his messages thing is, i didn't know that my boyfriend already started with his rants and decidedly turned it into a full-blown tantrum. and when i opened his window... viola! my boss got a glimpse of how sweet my boyfriend can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if everything is cool at the moment. all i know is that i've sent him ym messages and didn't get even the "space" character in reply. hun, there's a difference between i-really-can't-respond-right-now-even-just-to-say-that-i-cant-respond-cuz-my-boss-is-behind-me and i'm-IGNORING-your-messages-cuz-this-is-what-you-did-to-me-last-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess, i have to wait and see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114904439633333474?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114904439633333474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114904439633333474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114904439633333474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114904439633333474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-speaking-mode.html' title='no speaking mode'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114888258828105197</id><published>2006-05-29T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:03:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good thing: no blog on weekend</title><content type='html'>sorry friends, i wasn't able to post what happened to me last weekend.  it was my boyfriend's birthday celeb (saturday, although his birthday is last thursday) and i did some... (get ready for this y'all)... COOKING! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, nobody can stop me once i put my mind on things. so i found myself buying ingredients for my homestyle spaghetti and it turned out really yummy! (no joke... ask my family, they loooove it). and best of all, no one had stomacheache afterwards.  (my boyfriend's trip to the bathroom doesn't count, right hun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was really dang proud of myself for doing all this (a non-domesticated, workaholic freak) and my boyfriend just fell inlove all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except of some instances when my boyfriend wanted to commit suicide (or did a felt a murderous intent??? o_o) after seeing the kiddie cake i bought for him... every went fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, we went out and watched da vinci and xmen3. will tell you all about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, work is calling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114888258828105197?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114888258828105197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114888258828105197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114888258828105197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114888258828105197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-thing-no-blog-on-weekend.html' title='good thing: no blog on weekend'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114865009682227933</id><published>2006-05-26T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:37:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oMg! tHey're TaLking aBout wHo....</title><content type='html'>friday at last!!! i feel like i'm all beat up... energy level = ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trip home was really entertaining though... nope, i didn't had a night out cuz i still can't eat a lot of stuff which in turn, makes it hard for me to really enjoy eating at all. i mean, what's the point of eating without MY main dish (read as: DESSERT). of course, if there are times i can't help myself... what if i ate a (really) spicy, greasy chicken sizzler for lunch! i was hungry... and i couldn't think straight. shoot me! hopefully, i'll have my reunion with those sinfully-yummilicious cakes/desserts/icecreams soon... AND I MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i again? oh the trip home. it's really funny hearing what people has to say at the end of an office workday. earlier, i boarded a van along with the rest of mkti working class. and there was this girl and her gayish friend... and i can't help overhearing their "private" conversation. the girl was like asking her friend if their "anonymously guyfriend" was married. the friend answered yes. the girl announced then "then why was it when i was drunk, he was touching me all over? is the wife pretty?" hahahahaha. i can only imagine how "anonymously married guyfriend's" wife going to react when she hears that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night i heard girlfriends about their other collegue. she was saying: "grabeh! ang puti talaga ng feet ni whoever-the-subject-girl. ang ganda pa ng hair nya kanina." (reads: the girl has nice feet and hair) and the reply i heard was "talaga? (really) anong suot nya sandals? (what was she wearing?) pero did you notice her bulging bilbil (lovehandles). kadiri no, then ang sobrang thin pa ng legs. and my gosh, her boobs shaped like this", and the girl was made a hand gesture of a counterclock-wise half curve. gawd! poor "whoever-the-subject-girl"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't belive how people can smile then talk really bad behind someone else's back. and hearing them first hand as a 3rd party-unsuspecting listener is even worst. guess what, even if the van is well-lit, i'm sure i'll really look way-way down at them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114865009682227933?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114865009682227933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114865009682227933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114865009682227933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114865009682227933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-theyre-talking-about-who.html' title='oMg! tHey&apos;re TaLking aBout wHo....'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114861716993934019</id><published>2006-05-26T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:32:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dOwnY dAy .... Lalalalala....</title><content type='html'>Are you familiar with the ad song of Downy fabric conditioner?  It goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64812505@N00/153425410/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/153425410_05598deaf1_o.jpg" width="90" height="90" alt="downy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a happy day with Downy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pag nag-Downy na si Mommy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mapapa-aaaahhhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mapapa-hmm-hmm hmm hmm!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a happy day with Downy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pag nag-Downy na si Mommy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so catchy that you'll probably end up humming it against your will. Anyway, I started my morning just like I was wearing Downy-washed clothes on.  Took a public transport on the way to the office when I realized I havent got enough coins to pay. All I had left was a 500-peso bill and two 1-peso coins (fare is like 7.50). When I asked the driver if we could dropped by the gas station and have it changed, the lady beside me answered that even gas stations wont have change at this early. O-oh! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a tight situation here... the jeepney has travelled far enough for me to get off without paying. Should I jumped off this moving vehicle? Argh! NANI! NANI!!!! Then the good ol Filipino trait kicked in, the lady offered to change my bill.  She handed me bills in 100-peso denominations in turn for my 500-peso.  I'm saved!  Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great things start with small thingies. Its really refreshing to see an anonymous person helping out a stupidious person like muah! ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All well, and my day is just about to start. Lalalala....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114861716993934019?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114861716993934019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114861716993934019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114861716993934019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114861716993934019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/downy-day-lalalalala.html' title='dOwnY dAy .... Lalalalala....'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114856912232292650</id><published>2006-05-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:25:58.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying cool</title><content type='html'>I didn't know what to say... Just this afternoon, one of my collegues notified us of his resignation. The suprise came just after our staff meeting. Suprising because my other workmate had filed his resignation effective this month. And did I mention that my friends already left my ex-company. Wow! Is May really the month of resignation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, he has a job offer in the middle east with a salary that just makes someone go woot-woot! It's close to twice my monthly income! (Ok where do I sign??? I want in!!!) It's a simple math that anyone can do (how come when we talk about money, everyone becomes mathematicians), in two years time you've earned quadruple the amount you'll be earning if you stay here! DANG! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why the heck am I staying here for? We have a lot of expenses that we need settle and we're both earning just enough to cover all of them... and to think THAT excludes the wedding expenses! (Frodo, where's the ring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't just let go for now. I still cant imagine myself working on a foreign land, talking in a gibberish language just to earn my living... Ok, I'm maybe already talking gibberish and working for foreigners... but at least im home! My style! My crib! My land! My gawd! Look at mah bills!!! o_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax!!! Breathe in... breathe out! The call for migrating overseas is soooooo strong that people are willing to leave their families and homes for a few really-damn-sure-I'll-be-rich-when-I-go-back years. I hate to see friends leave but thats their choice. For me, I can still do with what I have right now. Time might change me but for now... I'm happy with what I have... and do not have... (Just don't remind me puhlease!!!) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can always put my boyfriend in a box and have him shipped to NC. I heard they're hiring teachers!!! (Wabbyness Ani!!!) Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114856912232292650?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114856912232292650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114856912232292650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114856912232292650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114856912232292650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/staying-cool.html' title='staying cool'/><author><name>h2Omelon GurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043100227480234942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/59/153145006_7dc2b767fc_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28701127.post-114852732971781487</id><published>2006-05-25T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:47:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze! I'm going to be a blogger</title><content type='html'>Hello girlfriends! I woke up today with harpie, goofy feeling inside. Like wanting to jump from the 2nd deck of my queen size bed... and say "Good morning, life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I'm not pregnant. And I'm sure of it after I took two pregnancy tests last week (by urine and by blood). Yup! That would wipe the cold sweat out of my boyfriend's forehead. Not that I didn't want to have one, as long as its a healthy baby girl (read this, boo: I WANT A BABY GIRL!)... I'll welcome pregnancy, married or not. But for now... Let's talk about this happy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying... I started my morning of the 5th of May year 2006 with a smile. I have decided.... I'm going to become a blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why now? Well, maybe the date says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;05 - 05 - 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;^-----^---^--^--&gt; same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;^---^--^--&gt; same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;^--^--&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;^---&gt; change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: Trip ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to whole internet-addicted world.... welcome to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plugging: Harpy-ness Burpdei to my Ani!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28701127-114852732971781487?l=h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114852732971781487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28701127&amp;postID=114852732971781487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114852732971781487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28701127/posts/default/114852732971781487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h2omelon-gurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/freeze-im-going-to-be-blogger.html' title='Freeze! 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