<?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-33417815</id><updated>2012-01-12T01:01:35.982-08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='travel'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='everything else'/><category term='literary'/><category term='society'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='online options'/><category term='fun'/><category term='health'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='fitness'/><title type='text'>ofsmokes&amp;mirrors</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-1567152527255358516</id><published>2011-11-15T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:10:11.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DhEGGAb5Ug/TsNvejkAHkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8JQelF9v4Uk/s1600/DSC_5000edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DhEGGAb5Ug/TsNvejkAHkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8JQelF9v4Uk/s320/DSC_5000edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675502526149959234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People who knew us as a couple somehow expected us to head down this road. After all, we have been together for more than seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always dreamed of his proposal to be romantic. I have thought of it as something that would sweep me off my feet once more and would make me realize again how charming my real life prince actually is. However, true to his "not romantic" nature, there was no proposal; no bending on one knee with his hand holding mine and asking me to marry him. I can vaguely remember what actually took place. All I can clearly remember was the start of year-long planning for a wedding to take place just before 2010 ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness to him, he and his family did ask for my hand from my parents. We had an engagement dinner strategically planned to coincide with my 27th birth anniversary. It was memorable, true. But it was not the proposal I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back though, I cannot say I regret anything. I may not have experienced a movie-like proposal but I was able to get a wedding that was somehow close to what I have been dreaming about. I was not able to marry a romantic prince but I married someone who is genuine, smart, witty and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost a year yet I can still feel the excitement of finally being called his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my young girl's fairytale fantasy was not that important after all. Putting everything together, what is essential to be grounded in the reality that not all the best things come in a dazzling package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-1567152527255358516?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1567152527255358516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=1567152527255358516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1567152527255358516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1567152527255358516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-who-knew-us-as-couple-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DhEGGAb5Ug/TsNvejkAHkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8JQelF9v4Uk/s72-c/DSC_5000edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-1536611945336243971</id><published>2011-11-15T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:41:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so I am back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been quite a while since I last posted anything here. I was caught up in a web of opportunities that I barely made it out alive. Yet, whatever the past months have provided me, it still brought me to writing and so I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much excitement, I am all geared to start over in this lovely home. I am in the process of brewing up plans to redecorate this site and give it the maturity I have gain all these years. There are also numerous things I have lined up to write about ... my travels, food adventures, my wedding (yes, I got married!) and all of life's amazing offering that I got to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely thrilled to be writing once more. I cannot wait to hear from you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-1536611945336243971?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1536611945336243971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=1536611945336243971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1536611945336243971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1536611945336243971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-so-i-am-back.html' title='And so I am back...'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-6710423591361235047</id><published>2009-06-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:52:01.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Turning a Year Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SjUAD3DOl6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ddXgKTj902c/s1600-h/blow+sa+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180198889428898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SjUAD3DOl6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ddXgKTj902c/s320/blow+sa+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Thursday, I celebrated my 26th birth anniversary. I am always very grateful during my birthdays as I am given another year to celebrate life and the many things that come with it. It is also a day when I honor my mother most for her strength and love. Without her, I would surely not be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Thursday is probably one of the most beautiful birthday celebrations I ever had. We did not have a grand birthday party; only a small gathering that was attended by my parents, my only brother Czy and my Desie, who has been my boyfriend for the past six years. We did not serve the best tasting meals; we only had takeout orders of my most favorite dishes. What made my day very, very special was nothing grandiose. I was just so happy to be with the most special persons in my life. I am so glad to be sharing that dinner and to be having a light yet warm conversation with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, when people become vulnerable to a lot of harsh realities in this life (like having to lose a loved one), the things that matter most are not those that are superficial; what becomes so important is being around with people who loves you and whom you love back with all your heart in return. It is an opportunity that I am honestly so thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-6710423591361235047?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6710423591361235047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=6710423591361235047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6710423591361235047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6710423591361235047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-turning-year-older.html' title='On Turning a Year Older'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SjUAD3DOl6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ddXgKTj902c/s72-c/blow+sa+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7931014300102693677</id><published>2009-06-09T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:51:31.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Braving Outland Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Si5Yfvs8EWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O8wew27Cn50/s1600-h/for+outland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307110139498850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Si5Yfvs8EWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O8wew27Cn50/s320/for+outland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   A few years back, I had the chance to visit Outland Adventure along Diversion Road here in Davao City. I was in the company of my classmates from the Masters Degree program I was enrolled in. The visit was actually a requirement in one of our Management class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Outland Adventure is a few minutes ride from downtown Davao, which takes pride with the green nature as their background. It is undoubtedly on top of the list of a lot of Davao-based offices or groups that hold team building as they have a team challenge course program. This program includes activities that imbibe trust, communication skills, problem solving ideas and varied leadership styles that can be used by the participants in their respective organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Our course started with the trust fall where each team members had to climb up to what looked like a mini stage. From there, the team member had to let himself freely fall to the ground with their hands placed across their chest and their back facing the ground. The concept of the activity was to instill trust among the team…trust that the other team mates would not let them fall helpless on the ground …trust that the person about to fall has placed his or her confidence in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   The activity was probably one of the hardest for me. I admit having trust issues since I almost always trust in myself to do everything that needs to be done. I had to redo my fall around three times before the facilitator finally told me that the fall I did was a success. The criterion that the facilitator relied on was the body language of person falling as it really says whether or not there was trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Next up was what I and my friends called the Great Wall of Outland. In the activity, all team members have to climb up to a wall measuring around eight to nine feet tall without using a ladder. What the team has to do was to help each other climb to the top. The catch? How would the team help the last man on the ground reach the top? This is where teamwork, planning and strategy come into play. Well, hurray to group for finishing the activity! Everyone was able to come up. I think our success can be greatly attributed to the fact that most of my classmates are big, muscular men who are used to carrying heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   We were then given an hour to eat and rest from the strenuous activities. After the break, we were heading toward the rope challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   The facilitators from Outland told us that the adventure-based programs were made similar to an obstacle course however the ones that they have is suspended through the use of ropes. Again, this activity still aims to enhance teamwork, trust and communication. The experience was probably one of the most physically taxing I have ever had. Apart from the use of force, those who undergo the rope challenges need to use their intellect to come up with the best strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   I was actually thinking about giving up on the obstacle course as I was sweating profusely and my mind and strength seem to fail me. However, after hearing the cheers from my peers and pondering on my next move, I was able to make it through one tough dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   The finale for our Outland Adventure was grand! We were able to experience the Zip Line. This exciting activity was made even more exhilarating as we were made to zip from one hill to another. We had to cross a river through a makeshift banca to reach the starting line. It was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    If you are up for dare, Outland Adventure is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7931014300102693677?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7931014300102693677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7931014300102693677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7931014300102693677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7931014300102693677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/06/braving-outland-adventure.html' title='Braving Outland Adventure'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Si5Yfvs8EWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O8wew27Cn50/s72-c/for+outland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-6357546348529366333</id><published>2009-06-04T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:08:46.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Coping Up With Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a week yet I still have cough and colds plus occasional fever. I already tried drinking medicines but still nothing seems to work for me. My boss, who happens to be a doctor, discouraged me from me from taking antibiotics. Instead, he told me to let my antibodies do the working and allow my body to naturally heal itself. Anyway, for those of you who could be in the same predicament as I am, here are some of the things that you could do to speed up you recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Drink lots of water – Water is said to contain disease curing properties. It is a natural remedy for common sickness. This benefit can be attributed to the fact that water acts as a body purifier, by removing toxins and waste from the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Take Vit C – Scientific studies show that intake of vitamin C actually reduces the severity of cold symptoms. It acts as natural antihistamine thus it controls allergy. By taking a dose of this vitamin, the duration of colds may shorten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Get plenty of sleep – Sleep is shown to have a critical function in the immune system. It actually provides an opportunity for the body to cleanse, repair, and rejuvenate on a deep cellular level. Thus, a need for plenty of healing sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a final reminder, do take care of yourself. Our bodies are the only ones we have. We better take care of it in the best possible way. Do not forget to bring your handy umbrellas as it is best for us to be prepared in this ever changing weather. Drink your multivitamins. It actually helps your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And just in case you have been travelling abroad with known cases of Swine Flu, do self quarantine. After all, the symptoms you manifest may be more than just a common flu. If symptoms persist, do consult your doctor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-6357546348529366333?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6357546348529366333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=6357546348529366333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6357546348529366333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6357546348529366333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/06/coping-up-with-flu.html' title='Coping Up With Flu'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8736263061519928137</id><published>2009-06-01T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:52:47.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online options'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Is He The One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took the chance of answering one of the many online tests though I was apprehensive whether the result is really the fact of the matter. Anyway, I took my chances and got quite surprised about the outcome of the quiz. This is what came out: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SiOgV6tw5iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7OZ1XSyELww/s1600-h/is+he.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342289881390442018" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SiOgV6tw5iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7OZ1XSyELww/s320/is+he.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SiOgnCgyyZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jFDyb_T70qI/s1600-h/is+he+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342290175541299602" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SiOgnCgyyZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jFDyb_T70qI/s320/is+he+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took the &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/ishethe-ua/index.php?src=m"&gt;Is he The One?&lt;/a&gt; quiz and got the result: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/ishethe-ua/index.php?src=m"&gt;99% chance that he's the one&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The result said : &lt;em&gt;You've found someone truly special! Beside an amazing chemistry, you two share so much in common. All you need to do is to trust your feelings and things should work out on its own. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not really sure if this thing is for real yet its nice to think that this could be true. Why don't you try one for yourself? You might as well know the chances if he is the one for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8736263061519928137?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8736263061519928137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8736263061519928137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8736263061519928137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8736263061519928137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-he-one.html' title='Is He The One?'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SiOgV6tw5iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7OZ1XSyELww/s72-c/is+he.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8818253923391472310</id><published>2009-05-30T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:23:03.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>A Wellness Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a gruesome week where I had to cope up with so many stresses, I decided to pamper myself. I visited my favorite spa, &lt;em&gt;Body Bliss&lt;/em&gt;, which offers several services. It was much needed as I could feel a heavy weight on my shoulder, pain on my hands and a recurring headache that &lt;em&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/em&gt; cannot seem to ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the spa, the dim lights and the smell of essential oils seem to provide a serene feeling. It was the first time in so many weeks that I felt that calm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The therapist immediately attended to my needs. The session started with warm water cleansing of my feet which was followed by muscle stretching, the relaxing &lt;em&gt;Bentosa&lt;/em&gt; cupping and a combination of &lt;em&gt;Shiatsu&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Sweddish &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Thai &lt;/em&gt;massage. Slowly, the soothing effect of the therapy began to loosen the stiffness of my muscles. Bit by bit, there was a sense of ease that has brought me tranquility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session I had was indeed therapeutic. The Bentosa cupping is an ancient Chinese-Filipino practice wherein small glass or bamboo cups are attached to the skin. These hot suction cups are placed on acupressure points of the body, particularly at one’s back, to activate blood flow, clear toxins and energy channels and prevent colds and fever. The “cold wind” which is locally known as &lt;em&gt;panuhot&lt;/em&gt; is sucked out from the body leading to a better feeling. The massage, on the other hand, gives a lot of physical and mental benefits. The physical benefits of massage include relieves muscle tension and stiffness, reduces muscle spasms, promotes deeper and easier breathing, improves blood circulation, reduces blood pressure, helps relieve tension-related headaches and effects of eye-strain, enhances the health and nourishment of skin and strengthens the immune system. As for its mental benefits, the massage is said to foster peace of mind, promotes a relaxed state of mental alertness, helps relieve stress, fosters a feeling of well-being and reduces level of anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder that after a much needed treatment, I feel so relaxed. I felt I was reborn to face yet another challenging week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8818253923391472310?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8818253923391472310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8818253923391472310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8818253923391472310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8818253923391472310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/05/wellness-experience.html' title='A Wellness Experience'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-1246159740150392001</id><published>2009-05-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:30:00.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online options'/><title type='text'>Revolutionize Your Online Shopping Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On line shopping is definitely the “in” thing nowadays. It has transformed the lives of shoppers by selling the things consumers need right inside their homes. Truly, it has brought comfort and convenience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most shoppers though, they spend hours looking for the best deals on a particular item they wish to buy. They practically open every page they could get their hands so as to get the maximum satisfaction in finding a great buy. Well, the strenuous task of searching comes to an end with &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/"&gt;ShopWiki.com&lt;/a&gt;. This shopping site gives its clients a different level of online shopping as it offers everything and anything that is for sale on the web. This only means better deals and savings for their patrons as there are more products coming from a wide range of stores to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hottest items that are up for grab from the site include frills to pimp your rides. One could choose from varied selections of &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+Audio+and+Video"&gt;car audio and video &lt;/a&gt;accessories. They have &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+DVD+Players"&gt;dvd players&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+Speakers"&gt;speakers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Car+Receivers"&gt;receivers&lt;/a&gt; and even &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/GPS+Devices"&gt;GPS devices&lt;/a&gt;. The offer is unbelievable and surely, you can look for the finest items to refurbish your cars with. So go get those hands working. Start searching for top of the line materials with ShopWiki and get your money’s worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-1246159740150392001?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1246159740150392001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=1246159740150392001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1246159740150392001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1246159740150392001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/05/revolutionize-your-online-shopping.html' title='Revolutionize Your Online Shopping Experience'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-6928209574105753736</id><published>2009-05-28T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:30:59.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Posy Lane: Reinventing Gift Ideas</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I am a sucker for special occasions. There is something about celebration that makes me all so giddy and oh-so happy. Perhaps, it is the jubilation that people share with the host of the entire festivities that make it something that I patiently and eagerly look forward to. It does not really matter whether I am the guest or the host. I still feel the same enthusiasm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In such circumstance though, I always find myself looking for the best gift either to give the celebrants or to hand over to my guests. It has to be something that would be useful to them. However, it has to be unique as well so they would feel that I have given a thorough thought about the present I gave them. This is the challenging part. Good thing I have come across the answer to such need. &lt;a href="http://www.posylane.com/"&gt;Posy Lane Inc &lt;/a&gt;is an on-line store which offers a variety of products that are best for give aways. They take pride in giving their customers great service and have always endeavored to give clients more than what their clients expect. Must-buys from Posy Lane include &lt;a href="http://www.posylane.com/oh-mint-bath-towel-wraps.htm"&gt;monogrammed towel wraps&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6c_5kqotI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QgBOQoJ4EiQ/s1600-h/polka.jpeg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340878829708288722" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6c_5kqotI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QgBOQoJ4EiQ/s320/polka.jpeg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.posylane.com/oh-mint-nap-mats-rolls.htm"&gt;nap mats &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6dAKSOPZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1B81JICHGP8/s1600-h/nap+mat.jpeg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340878834194333074" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6dAKSOPZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1B81JICHGP8/s320/nap+mat.jpeg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.posylane.com/lipstick-shades-personalized-childrens-plates.htm"&gt;personalized plates and placemats for children &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6dAWly9OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GsYJzpk1NF0/s1600-h/plate.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340878837497656546" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6dAWly9OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GsYJzpk1NF0/s320/plate.jpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;among others. Surely, you get your money’s worth when you avail of Posy Lane’s services. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Truly, the gift giving part is a challenge no more. Posy Lane Inc has the answers to all of our needs. They have reinvented gift ideas and that makes them really awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buyblogreviews.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-6928209574105753736?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.posylane.com/' title='Posy Lane: Reinventing Gift Ideas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6928209574105753736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=6928209574105753736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6928209574105753736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6928209574105753736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/05/posy-lane-reinventing-gift-ideas.html' title='Posy Lane: Reinventing Gift Ideas'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6c_5kqotI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QgBOQoJ4EiQ/s72-c/polka.jpeg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-6678961354513005609</id><published>2009-05-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:18:04.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Raving About Night at the Musuem 2: Battle of the Smithsonian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6MiUVPMzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TL1QkMugblY/s1600-h/ben-stiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340860729309213490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6MiUVPMzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TL1QkMugblY/s320/ben-stiller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was one lazy Sunday afternoon. The heat was so intense making me sweat profusely. The warm temperature was getting into my nerves that I found myself heading towards the nearest mall to feel the coolness of its centralized air conditioner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I stepped into the mall, the cold air started to give me a sense of relief and freshness. Whew! I just loved the feeling. To complete my chillax (a word I have heard my niece utter a few weeks back which meant to chill and relax) moment, I bought a large Peach-Mango fruit shake and opted to watch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was my unwind time, I chose to see a very light and entertaining film. Thus, I preferred to see the second installment of Night at the Museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stiller reprises his role as Larry in Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The plot happens years after Larry left his post as the night guard of the museum to pursue another career. In the film, he visits his former workplace where he was told that some of its attractions will be temporarily stored at the Smithsonian Institution while the Museum of Natural History is closed for renovations. As most of us already know, the museum’s attractions are used to being alive during night time because of this certain tablet that gives them life. Thus, the dilemma sets in as the temporary storing of the attractions would mean they would not be brought to life for a certain period. However, the monkey steals the tablet as they were being transported to Institution, which begins the entire mess that Larry has to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could not tell the rest of the story because the movie is better watched than told. As expected, the cinematography and effects are great. It lives up to the good image it earned in the first episode of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More than the aesthetics, the values that the movie wishes to impart is its best asset. This is also the very reason why kids should watch the film. It depicts how friendship can be manifested in a deeper level. It shows that people should not be afraid to conquer greater feats thereby leading to the ultimate happiness. It illustrates that satisfaction and fulfillment need not be achieved through having a high paying job but that it could be found in doing what one loves to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There so much that kids and adult alike could learn from the film. It is a guarantee that this one is something you should not miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-6678961354513005609?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6678961354513005609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=6678961354513005609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6678961354513005609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6678961354513005609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/05/raving-about-night-at-musuem-2-battle.html' title='Raving About Night at the Musuem 2: Battle of the Smithsonian'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sh6MiUVPMzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TL1QkMugblY/s72-c/ben-stiller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-4932704185188228463</id><published>2009-05-21T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:29:21.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Loving My Ukay Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   After a grueling exam in Remedial Law, Weng and I decided to stroll at the nearby Diaz Mall. The place is unlike the other malls we are used to. The area is not fully air conditioned, in fact, warm air surround the vicinity. There are no big retail stores, only small spaces occupied by vendors who sell either second hand clothes from abroad or brand new ones that were not sold out.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I checked out one of the stalls and got really interested with the clothes on their display. There are a lot of great fashion finds in that store, which offer brand new imported outfits for both men and women. I was not really enthusiastic to look at the men’s clothes but I was desirous to see what they have to offer for a female vogue addict like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At one side, I found elegant dresses made of satin with intricate bead works or embroidery.  The garbs are definitely a must buy for the teens who are set to have their proms. They come in different designs and most worth noting are the strapless dress in black, the red one-sided gown, and the bronze micro mini sleeveless dress. It is a guarantee that people would never know those ensemble are from a thrift store as they are truly at par with the designer ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The store also has office attire on their display. For a more laid-back fashionista look, there are three-fourths and long sleeve tops in pastel colors that can be paired with their slacks in plain and plaid print.  For those who would want a more adventurous and glam getup, there are dresses suitable for office wear. Most of what they offer are made of good materials that they seemingly fit almost all body types. I noticed this maroon empire dress that had glittering beads just below the bust line. It was perfect yet I contained myself not to have a second look at it as I did not have the funds to splurge on clothes that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I scanned through a long rack of dresses, I got one that I simply could not resist. I tried it on just to see how it looks on me. It was a long sleeve dress that actually looked like two piece wear as the top is in black with a white collar and the bottom part is a combination of pink and purple plaid. The dress looked so much like what I see the Japanese anime girls wear. It was great on me. So Weng, my ever-generous benefactor of all times, had to give in and paid for it. In fact, he even got me this pink trench coat to match with the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I could not hide the smile on my face as I walked away from the store. For both dresses, we were only able to pay 430 pesos ($9.10). It was a superb deal. I am definitely going back to that thrift store though I have to put that off until my next payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-4932704185188228463?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4932704185188228463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=4932704185188228463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/4932704185188228463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/4932704185188228463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-my-ukay-find.html' title='Loving My Ukay Find'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-1161762882642644405</id><published>2009-05-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:02:11.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Eden: Paradise on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/ShUzwa1pawI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QC__FoowrCU/s1600-h/eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338229840248662786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/ShUzwa1pawI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QC__FoowrCU/s320/eden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cool mountain breeze greets the guests as they stride towards an uphill drive to reach one of Davao City, Philippines' best spots. The cold air immediately gives travelers a sense of serenity that is indeed hard to find in the usual busy metropolitan area that most of us live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Eden Nature Park and Resort is situated at the foot of Mt. Talomo some three thousand (3,000) feet above sea level. It prides itself with lush trees, blooming gardens, animal sanctuaries together with other flora and fauna. The entire eighty (80) hectare area is covered with various trees, mostly pine. The place is a sight to behold; thanks to the hands of those who tirelessly gave their effort to nurture the ninety-five per cent (95%) man-made forest. This spectacle of nature is not the only wonder that the place has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It also boasts of their Vista Restaurant, which serves the best-tasting dishes made from the freshest ingredients. Most of the vegetables being served are produce of Eden's garden. The lettuce are actually products of &lt;em&gt;Hydroponics &lt;/em&gt;technology or the method of growing plants using mineral nutrient solutions, without soil. They also grow organically their tomatoes, cucumbers and an array of spices. Diners would absolutely enjoy a scrumptious meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are more of the adventurous type, the place also caters your personality. They have recently added in their list of attractions the Skyrider that actually allows thrill-seeking visitors to zip through a cable line. Tuly an exhilarating treat! But if you are one of those who are afraid of heights yet would still want to experience riding thorugh a cable, then the &lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/em&gt; is right for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, the place also gives a preview of Mindanao's cultural heritage in &lt;em&gt;Tinubdan&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Tinubdan &lt;/em&gt;is a replica village depicting the life of people here in Mindanao. It takes visitors back to what life was like for the early settlers of the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To get to experience Eden, all it takes is to travel around twelve (12) kilometers from downtown Davao ... that is about forty-five minute ride and you are off to enjoy nature at its finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-1161762882642644405?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1161762882642644405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=1161762882642644405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1161762882642644405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1161762882642644405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/05/eden-paradise-on-earth.html' title='Eden: Paradise on Earth'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/ShUzwa1pawI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QC__FoowrCU/s72-c/eden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7103754497288508087</id><published>2009-03-30T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:25:07.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Remembering Lolo Liling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sg91fyuriTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Prdhqasyjbs/s1600-h/CIMG3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613272511285554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sg91fyuriTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Prdhqasyjbs/s320/CIMG3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sg9xaE8obFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lRtTC1rmE7U/s1600-h/si+lolo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I could remember, we would always be having a huge and grandiose celebration whenever this time of the year comes. Everyone would get so busy preparing for a very special dinner for an equally special person. The kitchen starts to smell oh-so-good as early as four in the afternoon as our family's specialties, which includes Tagie's best selling &lt;em&gt;patatim&lt;/em&gt;, get cooked. Literally, everyone's hands get dirty just so we could beat the six in the evening dinner. Well, almost everyone. As he was just our over-all supervisor. He was all over the place; trying to make sure that we serve the best-tasting dishes and that all invited guests would have their seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the clock nears six, he would be ready to meet and greet the guests. By that time, I would remember how good he looks as he has already changed in a well-ironed polo paired with either a black or brown slacks. He would spray his signature cologne and off he goes to enjoy the rest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it has been different for the past two years. There are no more lavish parties; only a small gathering for his family. We no longer plan for the menu for several weeks prior to this time. We are no longer as happy and as excited for this day to come. It is just so different to celebrate lolo's birthday without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a fact that we miss him dearly on his birthday. Lolo Lliling may not be with us anymore but we continue to celebrate his legacy, life and love for all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7103754497288508087?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7103754497288508087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7103754497288508087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7103754497288508087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7103754497288508087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/03/remembering-lolo-liling.html' title='Remembering Lolo Liling'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/Sg91fyuriTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Prdhqasyjbs/s72-c/CIMG3585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8855571421086843399</id><published>2009-02-14T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:28:11.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Just Me Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I have been away from the computer for a while which explains why I have not posted anything in days. I was not out on a retreat nor was I away for a relaxing vacation. As a matter of fact, I was battling with so much stress the past few days that was brought about by my midterm examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying law is no joke. One has to deal with the many provisions of the law, the terror teachers and the agonizing hours of reading and studying. If I did not want this as much as I do, I would have given up a long time ago. I could have given up the main cause of my stress. I could have given up the reason for my frequent sickness. I could have given up the source of fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is just something about studying law. It is addicting. There is just something about it that makes me cling to it a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the week has wrapped up, I am so glad to say that the examinations is finally over. It is time to take my much needed sleep because honestly, I have not had a decent rest for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no one would ever understand such sweet torture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8855571421086843399?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8855571421086843399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8855571421086843399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8855571421086843399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8855571421086843399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-me-talking.html' title='Just Me Talking'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7258591394610084000</id><published>2009-02-08T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:19:06.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Enjoy More Citrus for a Healthier You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6xfQ9acdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_PObKugxNfU/s1600-h/cit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6xfQ9acdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_PObKugxNfU/s320/cit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300368962148266450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6xCWwUBHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N7y_9hRsYAM/s1600-h/citrus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6xCWwUBHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N7y_9hRsYAM/s320/citrus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300368465487725682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6wybTN6DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UVs9-bNN0_A/s1600-h/citrus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6wybTN6DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UVs9-bNN0_A/s320/citrus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300368191829960754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always been a fan of citrus fruits. Taking any kind of citrus fruit seem to perk up my day. Honest. Well, lucky me since these fruits does not only taste really good but they also pose great health benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citrus fruits include oranges, grapes, limes, lemons, pomelos and tangerine. They are not only good sources of vitamin C but they also contain other essential nutrients. Loading your diet with lots of them need not worry you as they have no fat, sodium nor cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://nutricoach2.com/citrusfruits.aspx"&gt;study &lt;/a&gt;showed that intake of these fruits may provide protection against cardiovascular diseases. The high &lt;a href="http://www.yourdictionary.com/pectin"&gt;pectin&lt;/a&gt; content in some types of citrus contributes to soluble fiber consumption, which has been linked to increased &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/cit-rus" class="alnk" target="_top" name="&amp;amp;lid=ALINK" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;cardiovascular &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/cit-rus"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt; and reduced risk of certain types of cancer. Apart from that, it was also said that citrus fruits can be used as treatment  of various illnesses such as to reduce vomiting or diarrhea and for regulating fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are stressed out causing risks to your body's immune function, opting for a healthy food choice such as citrus fruits can actually help build your immune system thus giving you your needed protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy these fruits whether as drinks or eating it as it is for a healthier you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7258591394610084000?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7258591394610084000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7258591394610084000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7258591394610084000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7258591394610084000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/02/enjoy-more-citrus-for-healthier-you.html' title='Enjoy More Citrus for a Healthier You'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SY6xfQ9acdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_PObKugxNfU/s72-c/cit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-3392001354589292306</id><published>2009-02-02T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:51:52.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Uncovering the Great Denim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl’s wardrobe is never complete without jeans. They are fashion staples because of the comfort they provide. Thus, the need to look for a really good pair is one great adventure. So, even amidst the trend, the trick in finding the pair that works for you is to consider your body type and your problem areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For easier jeans shopping, here are some tips that may help you score the best pair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have flat butt like me, we can minimize our flaw and make them look curvier. To achieve that, always look for jeans that have intricate details on its back. These distinct points may be flap pockets, embellishments such as beads and buttons or explicit embroidery. These designs create an illusion that your behind is fuller as the concentration shifts to them. Also, try avoiding stretch jeans since they tend to flatten the butt area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those well endowed with a full rear like Beyonce and you are worried about emphasizing that part body part, then take away the attention from your booty. Unlike those with flat behind, you should stay away from too much design on that area. Find a denim which dons a larger than average back pockets that are strategically sewn closer to the center stream. Finally, choose those that come in dark colors. As we already know, darker shades give a slimming effect to the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls whose problem area is their mid-section should avoid low-rise jeans. These kinds tend to cause your bulging bellies to spill over making you look fleshier. Try to get into those mid-rise or high waist jeans as they tuck the tummy in thereby creating a slimmer frame. However, if you insist to ride with the low-rise jeans phenomena, buy those mid-rise or high waist jeans that has a wider waistband. This statement creates a vision similar to low-rise without the unsightly picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those with petite frame, try those skinny jeans that fall behind your ankles. This fashion trick would make your short legs appear longer. Avoid flared pants as they seem to add heft to the bottom part of your legs consequently making you look shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the best tip is for you to try on every pair before buying it. There is no substitute for testing in order for you to find out what looks great on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-3392001354589292306?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3392001354589292306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=3392001354589292306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/3392001354589292306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/3392001354589292306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/02/uncovering-great-denim.html' title='Uncovering the Great Denim'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7698349634284079687</id><published>2009-01-30T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:52:38.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Ticket Solutions: Answering Your Tickets Ordeal</title><content type='html'>Entertainment is my life. Amidst the busy schedule that I have, I really try to find time for recreational activities. I feel that I deserve such break after working so very hard and studying a great deal. It was sort of a sweet reward that I often look forward to. Funny as it may seem, yet, it surely takes of much of the stress that I endure from all the things that I do. So apart from seeking refuge in mall where I watch movies, shop or even play in their arcade, I also make sure to look out for great shows that I can treat myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not what kind of amusement is available. After all, I am a big fan of spectacles which include performances of  artists, sports events or even exhibitions relating to special occasions. The thrill of having the watch these good shows is something hard to bet. But it is a sure a bet that enthusiasts like me know the feeling.  The down side of having the inclination to really want to experience these happenings is the fact that most of the tickets to these wonderful shows are almost always sold out. Yeah, it is such a bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fretting is over and now the best deal is here for fanatics like me. Ticket Solutions specializes in obtaining tickets for sold out or even hard  to get events. Imagine attending all those must-go-to affairs without the burden of finding for that ticket. They provide the greatest bargain on line. They are the most reliable and quick access to music concerts, musical festivals, special and sports events. And if you are in London or the rest of the United Kingdom who would want to see music or concerts, Ticket Solutions can provide you amazing deal. For more of Ticket Solutions, log on to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ticketsolutions.co.uk/index.php"&gt;www.ticketsolutions.co.uk/index.php&lt;/a&gt;. Some great finds include a pass to  &lt;a href="http://www.ticketsolutions.co.uk/Britney+Spears/"&gt;Britney Spears'&lt;/a&gt; concert who on the rise once again and to &lt;a href="http://www.ticketsolutions.co.uk/Coldplay/"&gt;Coldplay's&lt;/a&gt; musical extravanganza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7698349634284079687?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7698349634284079687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7698349634284079687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7698349634284079687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7698349634284079687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/convenience-on-line.html' title='Ticket Solutions: Answering Your Tickets Ordeal'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-876764747314076540</id><published>2009-01-27T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:53:40.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SYhKydDaukI/AAAAAAAAAD4/o5uGf0kd3Ug/s1600-h/adam_sandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SYhKydDaukI/AAAAAAAAAD4/o5uGf0kd3Ug/s400/adam_sandler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298567192254265922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I tend to read books to help me fall asleep. It was like a therapy that I needed so badly so I can drowse off to a good night’s sleep. The stories I read range from fairy tales all the way to&lt;br /&gt;adventure. As I unfold each page my imagination start to work. Often times, I felt that I was living the life of the main female protagonist. I felt her joy, pain, fear and jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also times when I would make up stories in mind as I try to put myself to sleep. In those tales I made myself the hero of the entire plot. I gave myself super natural powers, extraordinary beauty and immeasurable wealth. Yeah, I had this keen imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, such was not surprising. It is an undeniable fact that almost all kids have the gift to imagine. They can stretch their fancy so they can be what and who they want to be. Well, this brings to mind&lt;br /&gt;one of the movies I recently watched, Bedtime Stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Sandler goes back to the big screen in a more children friendly film. This time, he portrays an uncle whose bedtime stories he shares with his niece and nephew almost always become a reality. In the&lt;br /&gt;movie, he plays a man who works as maintenance for the hotel his father used to own. So, with his desire to manage the business his father so loved and worked hard for, he uses the bedtime bonding he&lt;br /&gt;has with his sister’s children to get what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were mixes of fortunes and misfortunes as each story he and the children make come true. Yet, just like how a true bedtime story goes, everything ends well although it may have ended not exactly the way how the lead star wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the movie directly points to the importance of family and how relationships between each one develop. It solicits that the love children grow for the adults in their families depend on how they are being treated, loved and cared for from the time they were very, very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same film, viewers are taught one of the toughest lessons … acceptance. A lot of things that happen in our lives are those that we never wanted them to. There are dreams that we work so hard for yet we do not always get what we want. Nevertheless, life has to go on. There is nothing else left for us to do but to accept and to move; in the hope that indeed better things are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I love the film. The kids in the movie are adorable and so is Adam Sandler. It was truly amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-876764747314076540?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/876764747314076540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=876764747314076540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/876764747314076540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/876764747314076540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/bedtime-stories.html' title='Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SYhKydDaukI/AAAAAAAAAD4/o5uGf0kd3Ug/s72-c/adam_sandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8891489646989066844</id><published>2009-01-18T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:54:06.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Loving the Cold Weather fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a month after Christmas yet the city is still enjoying the "holiday air".  The wind is still cool (it can even feel ice cold in early morning) and intermittent  rains make up most of Davaoneos days. In a city which usually has a balmy climate, this change in  atmospheric condition is one of the best reasons to dress up. Since Mr. Sunshine has been hiding for the past couple of days, I found myself  donning my favorite fashion staples for a chill weather such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hoodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMku2-lS9I/AAAAAAAAADY/0DkhIX67Nys/s1600-h/hoodies.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMku2-lS9I/AAAAAAAAADY/0DkhIX67Nys/s400/hoodies.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292614374541052882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a jeans and shirt person which is exactly the reason why my number one fashion staple is hoodies. They are very casual and are usually the most common choice among the relatively young people. Men and women alike are so into them these days as they enjoy the wide variety of colors and prints that these hoodies offer. Most of these are made from cotton or polyester thus giving both the warmth and comfort that this cool climate requires. They also  give protection against drizzle which makes it most convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jackets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMkL1DgeoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E6goyp16CdA/s1600-h/jacket.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMkL1DgeoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E6goyp16CdA/s400/jacket.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292613772729416322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in various cuts and sizes and people can chose any design that best fits their body type. Jackets are very versatile as I can pair with them almost everything. I can wear them with jeans, slacks, dresses or even skirts for as long as I get to pick one that blends well with my entire outfit. To make this fashion piece gel with my ensemble, the material that they are made of is probably the biggest consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blazers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMkL9jnKyI/AAAAAAAAADI/S-wXejbtUr8/s1600-h/blazer.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMkL9jnKyI/AAAAAAAAADI/S-wXejbtUr8/s400/blazer.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292613775011556130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an office lady, the company I am working with requires me  to be in formal attire. To match my office get-up during cold days, blazers are my best friend as they keep up with the formal theme. I like them because they are very classy and structured which displays just how elegant they can make an office wear look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News has it that this kind of weather is going to last until mid February. Until then, I would be oh so happy to be wearing my favorite fashion treats for the shivering climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8891489646989066844?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8891489646989066844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8891489646989066844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8891489646989066844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8891489646989066844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-cold-weather-fashion.html' title='Loving the Cold Weather fashion'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SXMku2-lS9I/AAAAAAAAADY/0DkhIX67Nys/s72-c/hoodies.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8838538253629177063</id><published>2009-01-15T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:55:55.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SW70Bi8dFCI/AAAAAAAAADA/DMOJIM-Tg4g/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SW70Bi8dFCI/AAAAAAAAADA/DMOJIM-Tg4g/s400/mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291434919604327458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cool air of the ITCZ is covering the entire city. It was a Saturday evening yet the gloomy and rainy weather is hindering a night out. On a case such as this, a cold night’s best friend is warm and comfortable bedding and a good movie to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other movies available in the disc but for that night, I chose to go musical and watch a film I have heard so much about. It was shown a few months back. However, I was not able to see it in the big screen so for that evening I satisfied myself with a motion picture that stars Merryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan … Mama Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Mia tells of a story of a girl who knows nothing of her father as her mother never talks about him. On her impending wedding, she desperately looks for her father for him to attend the occasion and walk her down the aisle. Thus, with the help of the diary her mom kept during the year she was conceived, she found out that her mom had affaire d'amour with three different men and that any of them could be her dad. So, she invites all three men not expecting all of them to come to the island where she grew up for the event. Nevertheless, all three did come and the entire circus begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire movie was set in a beautiful island with lush green and blue setting. There were trees with rich green color and a deep blue sea. The scenery is truly an eye candy, which makes the film really interesting to watch. The environment depicts of a simple living where people seem to be satisfied with their lives revolving around the place. Overall, it was the location that makes the movie distinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also offers Abba songs from start to finish. Growing up with those melodies make the film something I could really relate to. In fact, I was even singing along when familiar tunes are being played. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the very first movie where I saw Ms. Streep singing and shaking her booty to the groove. It was also refreshing to see Mr. Brosnan in a different light apart from the macho persona he often flashes on screen. In Mama Mia, he is this romantic lover who has waited for 21 years to marry his ladylove. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all these, the movie tries to convey that true love can wait. It is something that does not try to imprison the people involved in the relationship. It communicates that couples need not rush into a marriage because it will come at the most perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are out to have a whip of romance and musicality, you may want to consider watching Mama Mia. The raves I have heard were true. The movie has not failed me and for sure, it would not fail you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8838538253629177063?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8838538253629177063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8838538253629177063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8838538253629177063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8838538253629177063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SW70Bi8dFCI/AAAAAAAAADA/DMOJIM-Tg4g/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7755054360032436595</id><published>2009-01-12T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:56:33.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing the Long Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SW3iKbL1qPI/AAAAAAAAACw/sXbLN_bDesA/s1600-h/break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SW3iKbL1qPI/AAAAAAAAACw/sXbLN_bDesA/s400/break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291133805954181362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so refreshed after having a twelve-day holiday break. It was much needed. I felt that having that break was the best Christmas gift I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mid-December last year, I felt so burned out. I got admitted in the hospital, struggled with my preliminary exams and stressed over deadlines at work. With so much to attend to, I was already having difficulty breathing. Stress took its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the break was finally confirmed, I was just so elated to do whatever I want to with such a huge length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really so happy to be spending most of my time during the vacation with the people who matters most to me. Thus, a big chunk of my time went to my family as well as to Weng and his family. I got to spend time with Papa, Mama, Tatay, Nanay and CJ at home …doing basically nothing. We were just there talking about all sorts of things. There were also times when we would just watch DVDs; of course the choice of which movie to watch is always CJ’s prerogative. I also had a quality bonding time with my brother CJ as we went jogging or playing badminton almost everyday of the break. There were also days Weng and I would go to his parents’ place to join them, his brothers and their families in celebrating the season. Being with them could be like a having a rumble with kids running and shouting here and there while the adults were unleashing their singing prowess in the videoke. It is a wonder how that big mess could turn into a delightful treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends also got their share of my time. After not seeing them for months, I was able to reconnect with my long time friends Bergette,Jen, Grace and Remo. We were like kids again. We had our photos taken, ate at one of the metro’s better restaurants, checked out the sparkling decors of Mana de Davao and drank coffee at my favorite café. My &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231752614_0"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; Cheche and I also got our girl bonding. It was a way of strengthening our almost 22 year old friendship. We may not talk that often anymore yet that does not change what and who we are&lt;br /&gt;to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weng and I also allotted time for shopping. He and I may not have that much money to spend yet we made sure that we spare some to buy things for our families simply to show we remember them and that we care. We also saved to buy stuff for the both of us. After working so hard for the entire year, we deserve to reward ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, mall rats as we are, we often went malling. Going to the mall gives me a sense of relief. The mall to me is a like a different world where I can escape to. There is just something about window shopping,&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231752614_1"&gt; playing games&lt;/span&gt; at the arcade, watching movies or eating at my favorite&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231752614_2"&gt; fast food chains&lt;/span&gt;. It is a feeling that is totally unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break may be over. I am back to my reality. The long vacation we had may never happen again yet I am so grateful to have had that opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7755054360032436595?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7755054360032436595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7755054360032436595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7755054360032436595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7755054360032436595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminiscing-long-break.html' title='Reminiscing the Long Break'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SW3iKbL1qPI/AAAAAAAAACw/sXbLN_bDesA/s72-c/break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8240374910752629589</id><published>2009-01-11T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:58:04.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>My Sunday Morning Guilty Pleasure ... Badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWnO4r2QbQI/AAAAAAAAACU/1280zJHB1tQ/s1600-h/badminton"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWnO4r2QbQI/AAAAAAAAACU/1280zJHB1tQ/s400/badminton" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986710561647874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I together with my classmates have been recently hooked with playing badminton. It all started with the school's sports fest that eventually became our Sunday morning addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to admit that we still have a long way to go to be at par even with the people we usually see at the court. Yet, the game is not about being overly good at it. To us, it more of enjoying each others company and making fun at ourselves every time we miss. It is more of quenching out thirst for adrenaline rush that we only found in playing badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read in a website that apart from being fun, badminton, though only an indoor sport, actually poses great health benefits. It may seem an easy sport yet it offers amazing treat to our bodies. For one, it is said that regularly playing badminton reduces one's bad cholesterol and increases the good cholesterol. The bad cholesterol is what induces the risk of heart attacks, stroke and hypertension while good cholesterol helps in forming and maintaining cell walls and structures thus aiding it in adjusting to changes in temperature and is used by nerve cells for insulation. Yeah, it may be highly technical but it simply means badminton promotes overall wellness for the body. Badminton also protects individuals regularly paying it from heart disease since the sport conditions and strengthens the heart muscle. Finally, one of its most sought after benefit is its weight reducing effect. People playing tend to sweat it all out where excess fats and calories are burnt to produce more energy while playing. This then helps maintain or even enhance one's figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? All it takes it for us to get up, take that racket and shuttle cock then we are all of to one exciting game to wellness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8240374910752629589?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8240374910752629589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8240374910752629589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8240374910752629589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8240374910752629589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sunday-morning-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My Sunday Morning Guilty Pleasure ... Badminton'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWnO4r2QbQI/AAAAAAAAACU/1280zJHB1tQ/s72-c/badminton' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7641843753023217614</id><published>2009-01-06T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:58:48.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Fashion Trends 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpbAoan0I/AAAAAAAAACE/VzIFV9bNyH0/s1600-h/one_shoulder_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpbAoan0I/AAAAAAAAACE/VzIFV9bNyH0/s400/one_shoulder_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287341875279863618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpa-ABaXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CyBLIheSafU/s1600-h/deepvnecktrend2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpa-ABaXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CyBLIheSafU/s400/deepvnecktrend2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287341874573568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpaolD1EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eAca2ldRBjk/s1600-h/butterfly_trend_100px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpaolD1EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eAca2ldRBjk/s400/butterfly_trend_100px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287341868823336002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year that was gave way to so many fashion trends that most of us still enjoy up to this date. We saw the rise to stardom of the ever reliable skinny jeans made more exciting with the burst of the neon colored ones. Mind you, both men and women enjoy this fashion delight. Gladiators also made their way not only into the ramp but also out into our streets. The big belts are also fashion must haves in the past year. The plaids were also big fashion trends ... from skirts, shorts, blouses all the way to dresses and coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year was truly a year of great fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we zone in into the year of the Ox, the fashion industry is on to a more exciting and fashionable year. This year, it is being forecasted that deep v shirts are the in thing for the men. Their formal attire would remain steady with the classic patterns that include pinstripe, rope-tripe and herringbone. The girls' fashion for 2009, on the other hand, seems more flirty. See through and sheer fabrics is seen to dominate the summer collection. This year would also be a year for Grecian styled dresses, jewelry encrusted clothes, one-shouldered tops and fringed clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are one the fashionistas who are out to grab the latest trends, try buying yourself these fashionable craze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7641843753023217614?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7641843753023217614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7641843753023217614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7641843753023217614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7641843753023217614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashion-trends-2009.html' title='Fashion Trends 2009'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBpbAoan0I/AAAAAAAAACE/VzIFV9bNyH0/s72-c/one_shoulder_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-6465903651600108395</id><published>2009-01-03T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:00:08.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>2009 Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBPZBJPeZI/AAAAAAAAABk/-s6G_eXFxHA/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBPZBJPeZI/AAAAAAAAABk/-s6G_eXFxHA/s400/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287313253755484562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season is over. After a long break, everyone seems to be very well rested and all set to face the challenges the new year has to offer. Some may have a new year's resolution; others may opt to arm themselves with to-do list to help them as they get a fresh beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year truly gives people new hope to have another shot at their lives. A new year provides an expectation that better things are yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new year begins, let us pray for better lives especially for the needy and sickly. May this year bring comfort to those who need it and may there be lesser hurt and pain for all or us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-6465903651600108395?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6465903651600108395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=6465903651600108395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6465903651600108395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/6465903651600108395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-anticipation.html' title='2009 Anticipation'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBPZBJPeZI/AAAAAAAAABk/-s6G_eXFxHA/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-8890438505241052577</id><published>2009-01-03T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:00:54.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a while since my last post. I had to admit that because I had my hands full of so much to do that I was forced to sacrifice one of my most favorite things in the world ... blogging. Since I have been a way for quite a long time, I owe this update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year, my life took great turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally enrolled in law school, which I have been wanting to do since I was in grade 5 or so. Indeed, it was a dream come true. Initially, I got caught up with the hustle and bustle of the College of Law yet I finally managed to handle it. I could vividly remember my first day in class. I was sitting in the second row trying to understand the stuff my professors were saying but nothing seems to sink in! To top the provisions of the law they were talking about, they were even speaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Latin Maxims&lt;/span&gt; to give emphasis to important provisions. I thought I was going to give up on my third week as there were a lot of people dropping out of the class already but my urge to become a lawyer was that strong thus I chose to stay. After braving one school and a semester, I am still struggling but soon enough I hope to write how good it feels to be called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attorney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of 2007, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolo Liling&lt;/span&gt; died after almost two months of being confined in the hospital. He was 92 years old. It was one of the most heart breaking experiences I have ever had. We were so close that losing him was like losing a part of my self. I could not explain the grief that haunted me that time. It was a feeling that was paralyzing. I know he had to go but I just wish he did not leave that soon. I was at that point where I was trying to give him the pride and honor any grandfather would have wanted from his grandchild yet he did not live long enough to see me conquer greater feats. To this day, I still nurse that feeling of longingness for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolo Liling&lt;/span&gt;. True, there are still a lot of times when I cry simply because I miss. However, the thought that he has moved on to a better place where he feels no pain gives me a sense of comfort. He may have left but his memory lives and it will forever be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are may other things that happened in the past year but none of them are as worth mentioning. But hey! This is just to tell you guys that I am back and all set to share more blogging time with you. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-8890438505241052577?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8890438505241052577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=8890438505241052577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8890438505241052577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/8890438505241052577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7757889710962445627</id><published>2007-05-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:01:55.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>I was trying to pull something to wtite for my blog. It has been weeks since I last posted anything and I thought it would be wonderful to write about the experience I have had during last election (which was two weeks ago!How updated is that huh?) or the movie date that my brother Czyryll and I had the other weekend (we watched Shrek Third and there is a lot to write about that film). However, I cannot seem to gather my thoughts that midway through the article, I just delete all that I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggong should have relieved me from all the anxiety I have been getting lately yet at this point, it seems to contribute to my stress as well. Duh! It is either my brain is on a sleep mode that I cannot extract any creative juices or I may have been so caught up with all my worries that even if I want to be really productive, I just cannot be one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened lately. I got sick and am still taking my meds to get better (these are really expensive and most of my money goes to these meds). I got so frustrated over a failed four-day vacation. I had a fight with some very close people and although we're okay now, I am afraid that the fight we had might forever scar our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything that happened, the succeeding events that occurred became so uneventful. It is though as if nothing could ever happen...nothing that could at least make me feel a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On times like this, I just want to get lost. I just want to be away from everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7757889710962445627?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7757889710962445627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7757889710962445627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7757889710962445627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7757889710962445627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/05/ranting.html' title='Ranting'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-408304039341026687</id><published>2007-05-09T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:03:00.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>Just Asking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBgXSdx8vI/AAAAAAAAABs/WfDFNtsx-AY/s1600-h/election1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBgXSdx8vI/AAAAAAAAABs/WfDFNtsx-AY/s400/election1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287331915742966514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;A few days before election and political advertisements seem to take up much of the airing time of television programs. From posting their achievements, be it political or personal, to promising what they could do should they be elected, these politicians seem to be desperate just so they could win.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;They dance. They sing their jingles. They get their hands raised by distinguished personalities. They secure endorsements from whoever seems to be famous at the moment. They capitalize on almost everything and everybody they could get their hands on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;And what are all these fuss for? Just so they could be elected in the posts they are running for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;It is kind of ironic that in a poor country such as the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, politicians seem to be betting their all just to be elected. They shell out huge amounts to fund their campaigns and they tirelessly take on the road to shake the hands and even make “&lt;i style=""&gt;beso-beso&lt;/i&gt;” with the voting public. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;Like all the others, I could not help but ask. Is what they are doing all for their love of the country and of the Filipinos worldwide? Are these politicians really that willing to be millions of pesos poorer just so they could aid in improving the educational system, alleviating the people’s standard of living and even developing the country’s economic standing? I cannot help but be skeptic considering the circus this campaign has turned into.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;True. There may be people who are selfless enough to share what they have for the benefit of the majority. There are those who are willing to sacrifice their resources just so they could help. However, how does one actually distinguish the people with good intentions against those who are nothing but power-hungry corrupt monsters? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-408304039341026687?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/408304039341026687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=408304039341026687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/408304039341026687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/408304039341026687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-asking.html' title='Just Asking'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/SWBgXSdx8vI/AAAAAAAAABs/WfDFNtsx-AY/s72-c/election1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-1272071100257673731</id><published>2007-05-08T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:03:31.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Spiderman 3: Personifying Mr. Spidey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RkhDmy4VrVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HKdgPZghT7Y/s1600-h/spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RkhDmy4VrVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HKdgPZghT7Y/s320/spiderman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064372114750287186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;As the third installment of Spiderman formally opened in theaters last week, hundreds of anticipating faces flocked to witness the seemingly unending saga of Mr. Spidey. There were some who came to witness the promised jam-packed action complete with hardcore animation, others came to see how Peter Parker aka Spiderman would eventually conquer the evil in him and still there were the hopeless romantics who wanted to watch how the story of Spidey and his lady love Mary Jane would eventually turn out. For whatever reason, what is certain was the fact that the world seemed to be glued with Spiderman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;In Davao City, the Spiderman mania was truly on high as one mall devoted all six of its theaters to showing Spiderman. It was indeed a gamble on their part but I guess they decided just right. The certified blockbuster film had Davaoeños waiting in long lines in all of their six theaters. To top that, people were standing inside these theaters as they gave their full attention to the web-swinging creature on screen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;In all curiosity, I went to see for myself what were the long lines and the standing position was all about. I was with my C&lt;i style=""&gt;hurva&lt;/i&gt; friend Ruth last Saturday when I finally decided to gave in to the temptation of watching Spiderman. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;As expected, the first few minutes of the movie immediately gave way to the action filled chase between New Goblin aka Harry, Peter Parker’s old friend, and Spiderman. From there, the movie slowly unfolded into how Harry and Peter redeemed their friendship through an accident, how Spiderman became so consumed with his desire to avenge his Uncle Ben’s death that gave way to the Evil Spidey, and how good overcomes the evil in the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;Spiderman 3 was by far more interesting compared to the two other episodes, I think. Apart the well crafted action coupled with awesome animation (I love how they did Mr. Sandman!), the movie showed that even one of the world’s most celebrated superhero could also be so engrossed with himself leading him to commit faults he would lament in the end. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;The movie showed that even Mr. Spidey could be one of the growing number of flirt and unmindful male specie, who at a certain point their lives, make stupid mistakes that almost cost them the true love of their lives (&lt;i style=""&gt;bato-bato sa langit ang tamaan huwag magalit&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;). It also showed that although a superhero as good, as timid and as calm as Spiderman, there are things that could push them so hard making them do things they would eventually regret. Spidey err Peter Parker also depicted the typical human being, who seems to be hungry for more power and more glory even if they are already immensely enjoying all of those.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;Yeah… I love how the story presented that Superhuman as he is, Spidey is not perfect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-1272071100257673731?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1272071100257673731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=1272071100257673731' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1272071100257673731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/1272071100257673731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-personifying-mr-spidey.html' title='Spiderman 3: Personifying Mr. Spidey'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RkhDmy4VrVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HKdgPZghT7Y/s72-c/spiderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-680143095480096866</id><published>2007-05-08T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:04:17.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>Missing Beb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RlVll6IyBZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CeguDoSC8rY/s1600-h/pablo+neruda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RlVll6IyBZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CeguDoSC8rY/s400/pablo+neruda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068068657611015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;I had to drag myself out of the bed this morning. It is not that I slept late last night causing me feel tired. In fact, I slept just on time…nine to be exact. The feeling of exhaustion must have come from the fact that it has been a week since he left for more than a moth-long seminar/workshop/community immersion in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;For the first time in the four years we have been together, he went away for a very long trip. I swear I wanted to faint as I saw him walk past me and on to the departure area of the airport. I was close to tears yet I had to held it back. He would not want me to cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;If only I could, I would have gone with him. However, that is clearly impossible. So, here I am writing this blog as I try to take on another uneventful day without him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;I terribly miss how he would imitate my facial expression then say “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sosyal&lt;/i&gt;!” as my reaction to almost everything he would say. I miss his telephone calls in the morning just as I was starting to battle the long day ahead. I miss the text messages he sends me from time to time telling of nothing important. I miss walking at the mall while holding his hand. I guess I could go on and on and list all of the things I miss about him. After all, he is amazing to be with. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;He may be far from being perfect yet no one could ever take his place. He is my best friend, my worst enemy, my closest ally, and my evil instigator. He is all that and more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;And until he comes back, I would be left alone to do the things we usually do together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;It is just so hard to cope up with the absence of someone very dear and important. I just could not imagine how people who have to deal with the loss of a loved one make it through each day without their special someone. Thus, with all admiration, I salute all those who lost someone dear yet who bravely conquer everyday to make it through their tough time. Special salutation to my Toh Noli who recently lost his wife Sally to cancer for making it through the “storm” and for doing the best job of being a mom and a dad to my cousins Chelo and Carl Noli.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-680143095480096866?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/680143095480096866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=680143095480096866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/680143095480096866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/680143095480096866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-beb.html' title='Missing Beb'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RlVll6IyBZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CeguDoSC8rY/s72-c/pablo+neruda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7951501229901288179</id><published>2007-03-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:04:41.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary'/><title type='text'>love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;When the breeze of newfound love fills the air, the heart seems to leap ceaselessly. Life appears to be much colorful, more bearable. Even without a reason, people who have found a new bud of love smile more often. They laugh louder, heartier. People, at this point of loving, could only see the best things in life making them happier than ever. Then the dilemma sets in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Days pass by. Petty fights and insignificant issues haunt the relationship. Although the stroke of love is present, lovers seem to have lesser tolerance at each other’s mistakes. And when things fueled by quarrel start to blow out of proportion, love dies. People separate and off they head on to another relationship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;However, luckier couples make it through the difficult times. These mates choose to hold on to each other come heaven or hell. They exert effort to keep that love burning and constantly think of ways to reinvigorate what they have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Love and relationship is indeed hard work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;So to speak, it is not a walk in the park. It is something to be nurtured when found. How love and relationships go solely depends on the persons involved. If they remain committed to each other and to what they have, then the probability of them ending up together for the rest of their lives is relatively high. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Truly, love and relationship is a lot of hard work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7951501229901288179?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7951501229901288179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7951501229901288179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7951501229901288179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7951501229901288179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='love ...'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-5331601684381982095</id><published>2007-02-26T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:05:39.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>This Year's To Do List (Just Venting Out my Obsessive-Compulsiveness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I should have written this at the start of the new year but hey who says I cannot do this list at this time of year? Duh, this is not a New Year’s resolution. So here goes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;The start of the year was not very appealing to me. I hate to think that the curse of the past year was trying to follow me until now yet I could not think of any other reason why things seem not to fall in their proper places. Call me bitter. I could not care less.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;And so after facing yet another hell week (which has been a real roller coaster ride of emotions), I had this brilliant idea of listing down the things I would want to happen or achieve at the end of this year (hopeless optimist?). Should I remain focused, I hope to see the things in this list become realities. I hope for no more unwanted circumstances. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;This year …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;a. &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to try travelling alone.&lt;/i&gt; In my 23 years of existence, I have never tried going to another place by myself and I think it’s high time to attempt doing so. I have to admit that during most of my travels, I tend to be really dependent on the people I am with. So this year, I want it to be different! I want to visit place/s I have never been to and be totally independent. I guess it would be fun to run around a strange place, get lost and be on my home not knowing for sure how I have done it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;b. &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to enrol in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Law&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; I am not exactly the type of person you would ever think of becoming a lawyer. I am way too “kikay” to be in court. But my personality does not entirely say what I am capable of. Now that I have thought of it, I am probably Reese Witherspoon’s character in Legally Blonde. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;c. &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to learn how to swim and go scuba diving.&lt;/i&gt; In UP, we were always told to either sink or swim. Back then, I chose to swim and be on my top shape to finish school on time. In real life, however, I never learned how to swim, which left me sinking in the water all the time. So, I want to learn how to swim. After all, I never know when it’s going to come in handy. After learning how to swim (and finally braving the water), I want to go scuba diving and see for myself what wonders are to be found under the sea. I have heard raving comments about the beauty under water and it would definitely be nice to experience the splendour others are so found of by myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;d. &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to try designing a dress and have it made.&lt;/i&gt; I am the hopeless “fashionista”, true. I see so many styles inside my head that at times I think I could be a designer. Bad news…I do not know how to sketch my designs. Therefore, seeing my design made into a real dress would be so satisfying. I may not have the occasion to wear that dress to but then again, I might be invited to an event in which I would have good use for my dress. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;e. &lt;i style=""&gt;I hope to buy a car. &lt;/i&gt;I may not be earning that much but I can always have a loan right? Buying it may be more of a liability than an asset but I need it. Once I get into &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Law&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, chances are I would have to go home at the time when there is no more tricycle available. Having to ride a taxi every night until I graduate would make those operators filthy rich because of my money. So, might as well have my own ride&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;f. &lt;i style=""&gt;I hope to learn Capoiera. &lt;/i&gt;I really get jealous of the people who know Capoiera. They seem to have so much fun while doing their moves that I often wish I know how to do the same stuff. I have not found, as of yet, any gym in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Davao&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; that teaches such so I am still looking for a place where they offer Capoiera for me to start grooving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;g. &lt;i style=""&gt;I hope to move to my own little haven.&lt;/i&gt; I loved the independence I have had when I was in a dormitory back in college. Then, I had to take care of my self and my stuff since neither my mom nor my aunt was there to do that for me. I learned to live by noodles and crackers for weeks. I knew how to wash clothes without spending the whole day doing so. I think it is exciting to have that kind of life again at this point. I would have to live within my means and that would be a great challenge considering I am a real spender. Having my own place would also allow me to exercise my creativity. I could design the interior of my place and choose the home furnishings that I want. I could paint my wall with loud colors and have my furniture in earth tones…very much like what I often see at the spa. I have this “Oriental” interior in my mind and I know it would be so cool to have it become a reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;h. &lt;i style=""&gt;I hope to have a weeklong vacation by the beach.&lt;/i&gt; Given the opportunity to do, I hope to stay at a remote vacation house located near the beach. I would love to doze off on a “duyan” and feel the soothing sound of waves rushing to the sea. I would love to smell the fresh air of the beach and feel the sun on my skin. I would be bringing books and read it coupled with fresh “buko” juice. Hmmmm…wonderful treat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I told you this is no New Year’s resolution. Though the first quarter of the year is almost over, I am hoping, praying and keeping my fingers crossed that all these shall become realities. Armed with my list, I hope to have a better year ahead although the curse of the past seems to be following me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-5331601684381982095?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5331601684381982095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=5331601684381982095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/5331601684381982095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/5331601684381982095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-years-to-do-list-just-venting-out.html' title='This Year&apos;s To Do List (Just Venting Out my Obsessive-Compulsiveness)'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-7878500280118009682</id><published>2007-02-23T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:06:17.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;I woke up with extra energy than usual. I hurriedly took a bath, got dressed for work, ate my delicious breakfast, brushed my teeth and promptly headed to work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;This has always been the case when it is Friday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;On other workdays, I feel so sloppy. I find it so hard to drag myself out of the bed to prepare for work. Although I rarely get to the office late, the time I spend to get ready for work is such a blah-blah that I often think about taking a leave. What has kept me from doing so is the fact that I can convert my leave credits into cash and I need the money.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;However, I feel invincible on Fridays. Work is such a breeze that before I knew it, my 7 to 4-job is done. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;How could I get rid of my Friday Syndrome? It seems like my body is all geared up for the weekend fun that on Fridays, I tend to be at my best because of the exciting days to come. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Thank God It’s Friday? I say Timing Giyud I’m Free!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-7878500280118009682?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7878500280118009682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=7878500280118009682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7878500280118009682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/7878500280118009682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/02/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-3773627681148029235</id><published>2007-02-22T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:07:43.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>Keeping My Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My brother Czyryll is such a spoiled brat. It must be our 12-year age gap plus the fact that he is the only kid at home that made him one. He always gets what he wants since he knows he is the baby in the family. Well, he may not be a real baby in all sense of the word (he is already 11; much bigger and much heavier than my mom and I) but we treat him like one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Guilty! We are to blame for how he is acting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Anyway, one lazy Sunday morning, he went inside my room and headed towards my bed. He asked me to move so he, too, could sleep on my soft clean sheets. I was not really in the mood to cuddle and bond with him that moment since I was still so sleepy that I turned my back on him. Then, he tagged me from behind so I turned to face him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My little bro was sheepishly smiling that I knew right away that he was up to something. So asked him what he wanted. In reply he just said, “Wala lang gud te. Namiss lang tika. One week gud ka wala. Langga-langga lang gud ta”. However, I was not so convinced with what he said. “Sure ka? Basi naa kay kinahanglan sa ako. Sige nah. Sulti dayon. Basi mabungol na ko unya di na jud hinuon nako madungog unsa imung gusto. Bahala ka’. He was still hesitant. “Sige, matulog sa ko ug balik. Mataha lang ko kung musulti na ka”, I told him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Ayyy, ate pod oi! Sige na gud”. Silence. Then he finally said. “Te, dili na lang ko papalit cell phone with camera. Paliti na lang kog guitar. Kana na lang imung graduation gift sa ako”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;I was right after all. He was not inside my room because he missed me. He was there because he wanted something from me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;“Gitara?! Heller? Kabalo ba diay ka magtugtog? ”, I asked. Ever willing to air out his side, he said “Dili. Kaya gani ko papalit para naa koy praktisan”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;“Wait lang ha. Pwede isipon sa nako? Besides, wala baya jud ko nagsulti palitan tikag cell phone”, I said. “Te, mas barato man ang gitara. Afford na jud nah nimu oi. Pleasssssssseeeee”, he pleaded with eyes almost close to tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;I knew he was not really going to cry. He is an actor after all … an actor who has mastered his craft through years of constant practice. I knew he was pretending yet he was starting to break my heart. So I asked him, “Unya, kung palitan tika, unsa man akong makuha? Alangan naman pang gift lang ang gitara. Mahal kaya gihapon nah”. He was not able to answer for a while. “Sige te, magbinut-an ko. Maghugas kog plato. Magstudy ko sa akong lesson. Tanan grades nako buhaton nako line of 8. Magtuo ko kay mama, papa ug sa imu. Sige na te. Pleasssssssseeeee lang jud. Paliti ko bah’, he finally said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Enjoying how frail he looked while he was pleading, I went on with the conservation. After all, moments like that do not usually happen. He does not usually plead. He just demands and show that bratty attitude should his whims not be given. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;I said, “Mahal man jud nah oi. Dili ko ka-afford”. He must have figured it all out since he said “Tunga na lang gd mo ni Kuya ______”, referring to my beau, “kani na lang inyong gift sa ako”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Brilliant! He really got it all figured out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;So, I finally gave in. “Ok. Storyahon nako si kuya”. He went closer to me, gave me a kiss on my cheek and real tight hug. Then he said, “Thank kaayo te. Happy kaayo ko”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;It has been months since Czyryll and I had the conversation. Although he would be graduating soon, I have not looked for the guitar he was asking for but I intend to keep my promise… I am buying him one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Since the time we had that talk, he exerted effort to keep his word. True enough, he strive to wash the dishes, obey my parents and me, study his lessons and maintain grades not lower than 80 (which is unlikely by the way because he is such a brat). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;With all that he did just so he can have his guitar, I could not dare to break his heart. I intend to keep my word the way that Czyryll has kept his. Should I disappoint him, I am certain he would never believe any word I say…he would never endeavor to keep his promise as well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;I am not perfect for him to emulate. I just want him to believe in me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Through the very simple gesture of buying him that guitar, I know he would trust me…my words. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;For a trust that was lost is hard to regain; I would not want that to happen to my brother and me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-3773627681148029235?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3773627681148029235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=3773627681148029235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/3773627681148029235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/3773627681148029235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/02/keeping-my-promise.html' title='Keeping My Promise'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-117205762185170922</id><published>2007-02-21T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:12:03.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Braving Outland Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;* It has been a long time since I have written anything. The last five months have not been so nice that it has kept me from writing something. Anyway, I am slowly coping up with the loss of someone dear, getting used to the current state of my heart and enjoying my prolonged singlehood. With that said, here is my first entry for the year…my first after a very long time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My day was physically taxing. The Outland Adventure my classmates in Masters Program and I had left me almost dead. I swear! The challenges prepared for our group was truly exhausting that at this moment my arms and my legs are killing me in pain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Earlier today, we had to do the Great Wall of Outland Adventure (wherein we were asked to go over a 20 feet high wall without using any ropes), Vertical Playpen (which is not exactly the playpen I had in mind since the tires and the logs were all suspended in the air and we had to reach the bell hanged 30 feet above ground), Cat Walk (where we had to walk through a log suspended 30 feet above ground), Trapeze Jump (that made us look like super hero wannabes since we had to jump 30 feet above ground) and the Zip Wire (where we had to cross a river to get to the adjacent &lt;i style=""&gt;bundok &lt;/i&gt;and go back again by hanging on a cable wire), which all required much physical endurance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, they were not easy. I even felt like I was going to shit because of fear and exasperation while doing some of the dares. However, the adrenaline rush was too much that I was able to finish each challenge without losing my sanity (hehehehe).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not sure whether I would be given another chance to experience the same adventure. But should I get another opportunity, I would still go for all the challenges even if I already know how hard and exhausting the dares could be. After all, the escapade gave me more than just body pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dares I went for earlier also taught me that life itself is a great challenge. More specifically, it has taught me that; a.) there are times when we have to do a somersault or jump off a tall post; b) there are occasions when we need to say yes to all challenges in order to learn more; c) there are instances when we need to let go of inhibitions to experience some of the best things in life; and d.) there are circumstances when challenges bring more than just hurt, it could also lead to so much enjoyment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My body is still in pain. In a day or two, the soreness would be gone but the things I have learned will live in me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-117205762185170922?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/117205762185170922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=117205762185170922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/117205762185170922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/117205762185170922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/02/braving-outland-adventure.html' title='Braving Outland Adventure'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-117205585496188319</id><published>2007-02-21T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:12:29.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary'/><title type='text'>He said ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I play with words, true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But this is not my faculty to &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;sway lexis, sentences, and paragraphs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;to a melodic refrain;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When my words shudder to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The sound of your voice, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;seeking out all the nuances to your tone,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The density of your inflections&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In the attempt to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Fashion a worthy tribute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In your presence, as your purrs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Turn to roars; the words play me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I am older, true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In have breathed in much more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;molecules and sauntered on extra paces&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;to close the gap to my mortality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The rising of eyebrows in reply &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To an unwelcome remark would send &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Off a warning, not threatening, but&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Rather evoking a hidden smile,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like a private joke shared among friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;With your naiveté, my defenses weaken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;With your complexity, my age condenses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My memories drift, true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But I remember fully your eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;when we first met.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Shifting quickly between faces,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I could almost see your mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Racing to lay the people behind the names&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;deciding who to welcome or discard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember fully your birthday, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;when you tucked an unruly hair from&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;behind your ear as you gazed down, smiling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The golden light from the café bathed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;your dusky skin into an almost bronzed tint.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I nursed my coffee for what seemed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;An eternity but I knew it was just a flash.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My memories may drift, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But I take that moment with me to the grave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You’ve grown, true.&lt;br /&gt;No longer that wide-eyed girl who followed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Her daddy’s every move.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You braved bullets for an ideology,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Loved, scorned, and dared to love again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Your smiles now hint at a secret.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;A mystery that men seek to unravel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I committed to memory your body’s every&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;curve, nook, recesses, and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;each velvety corner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;More than any man, I know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;What fills you; by the way you arched your back &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;in pleasure. Yet, I, too, am privy to that secret – &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;the mystery that you hint.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You’re a woman now, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And yet you’re still a girl, still&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Looking to follow her daddy’s every move.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You’ve grown; and yet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Stayed similar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Three years hence,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You’re no longer the same, as I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This is not a love poem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This is a tribute, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To the strong woman metamorphosed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;From a timid and insecure child.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This is a work of gratitude&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For the man that I’ve become – &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Because of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This is not a love poem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But your smell suddenly waft&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Through the air just now, ever so subtly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Don’t ask me how.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I’m drunk with your smell, even&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If it’s just from my memory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-117205585496188319?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/117205585496188319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=117205585496188319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/117205585496188319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/117205585496188319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-said_21.html' title='He said ...'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-115874692319457211</id><published>2006-09-20T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:13:10.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>Men,oh men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Men and women are just not the same. Apart from the difference on what’s between their legs, numerous other things differentiate men and women. I guess I need not explain the anatomical make up of these two species, which seemingly has nothing in common yet most of them end up being with each other. What sets them apart from each other, structurally speaking of course, is obvious after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Some articles were written as well to talk about the differences in men and women’s characteristics. These commentaries, in my opinion, tend to bridge the gap between them thereby intending to make their lives easier in terms of understanding each other’s quirky and distinct personality. Still, what were written seemed not enough to make one understand the other. More often, these two end up in various fights, simply because they misunderstood each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Being a member of the female specie, here are but some of the many things I just don’t get about men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I could not understand why men find it difficult to comprehend hints when the signs being given them are pretty obvious. Most of the time, they needed to be told exactly what you want to tell them or they would miss your point. It would be rather unfair to men if I take this case as an instance of intellectual incompatibility, with women having higher intellect than men do of course. It would also be hasty to think that men have slower comprehension. Probably, this is but a circumstance of low emotional quotient. Needless to say, men are apathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; I also could not figure out why men tend to forget important dates such as birthdays and anniversaries. If their partners are as important as they claim them to be, how come they seem to overlook dates of great significance? There are men whom I personally know who needed to reminded what a particular day it was just so they could remember. I am not so sure whether men are prone to amnesia or they just have problems retaining certain memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;            There many men as well who find it hard to say exactly what they feel about a particular person or situation, which I could not figure out. These men make talking out loud seemed so laborious. From saying what they truly feel about a person to telling what they think of a certain situation they find themselves in, they definitely rate as F…as in failure. The world would have been a better place if these men speak their minds. Adjustments would have been made and amicable settlements would have been&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;negotiated if there is awareness of what is running in these men’s minds. They create a magnitude of barrier that hampers the success of any communication process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;            To wrap up my list, I could not comprehend why most men are polygamous. Most of them seem to find so much pleasure in having hundreds of women wrapped around their arms. In my point of view, nothing about having so many girls is rewarding. Economically speaking, having numerous women to maintain is impractical. Men have to shell out considerably generous amounts just to finance dates or gifts given that they have many girls in tow. Being with a number of women at the same time is emotionally and physically taxing as well. Men need to be at particular place at a particular time and be at another in less than a flash. These men have to deal with the different personalities that their girls have, which is emotionally draining. It must be the “macho” mentality that these men do what they do yet to me, they end up proving themselves as nothing but egotistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;             I am no man hater. I am simply airing out the things that makes men so incomprehensible. However bad I might have portrayed them to be, there are also numerous things that make them so endearing. But of course, that is another article. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-115874692319457211?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/115874692319457211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=115874692319457211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115874692319457211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115874692319457211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2006/09/menoh-men.html' title='Men,oh men!'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-115822395192407244</id><published>2006-09-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:13:43.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary'/><title type='text'>Veronika and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RkhZ8S4VrYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ps5ksDuB3Zs/s1600-h/veronika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RkhZ8S4VrYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ps5ksDuB3Zs/s400/veronika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064396673373285762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I just finished reading Paulo Coehlo’s &lt;i&gt;Veronika Decides To Die&lt;/i&gt;. For so long, I have been dying to read this book that talks about a young beautiful woman who attempted suicide though she seems to have almost everything she wants but I just could not get hold of it. You see, every time I get so agitated to buy myself a copy of the book, something always comes up. It is either Weng and I splurged both our salaries on clothes and food or we have too many obligations to pay that buying the book becomes the least priority. For some time, I was contented with dropping by National Bookstore to look at the book being displayed along with the other books Coehlo had written. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;      Anyway, it must have been my fate to read &lt;i&gt;Veronika Decides To Die&lt;/i&gt; that on the day I least expected, someone lend me the book saying that I should read it because its good. Expectedly, I got all so excited about reading it that I was scanning through its pages even while I was in my Fiscal Administration class. Coehlo did not disappoint me. His words were simple yet he was taking to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Slovenia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, right where Veronika was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;      Veronika’s story is not extraordinary. She simply exemplifies all others, who get so tired about their cyclical (read boring) lives consequently leading them to think that living is but a waste of time. Yeah, I was her (except that she appears to be prettier and she had more boyfriends). However, the circumstances that led me to realize that living is actually a gift came in different form. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;      At a point in my life, I actually thought of committing suicide (go psycho!). Everything was going on a downhill for me. Nothing made sense that the most reasonable thing to do was end my life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;      In committing suicide, however, I did not want to slash my wrist or jump from a building (Veronika and I had the same dilemma). Eeeewwww! I could not watch the blood gush out from my wrist nor do I want people visiting my wake to think of how unpretty I look inside my coffin (jumping would make look so ugly). The only choice left was drink poison (Veronika chose to drink loads of sleeping pills) yet I was also hesitant doing it dreading that I may not like the taste. Expectedly, I was not able to pursue my plans though the drive to commit suicide was still there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;      Days went by. There were changes with how things were going for me. I began a new relationship; I was starting a promising work that gradually I found hope that better things are yet to come. Just as everything was going well, I was diagnosed to have tumor that was growing in my pelvic area. Right! I was devastated of course. The doctor told me it could be the big C and that we could only hope for the best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;      I literally broke down when I went home after seeing my doctor. I was inconsolable. Not even the encouraging words my parents were telling me made me feel better and secure that everything is going to be okay. At the time when dying is a possibility, I realized I was not ready to give up all the happiness, fun and excitement plus the hardships, misery and boredom that comes with living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      It has been a year since the operation. It turned out that the tumor was non-cancerous, much to my relief. There are still times when I think of committing suicide yet I have conceded that it should never be option; its just not worth it. I have settled with crying and whining just to take out all my frustrations. They may not eliminate the problem entirely but doing those things take out some of the load I was carrying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;     Just like Veronika, I continue to live each day. It's just a matter of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-115822395192407244?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/115822395192407244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=115822395192407244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115822395192407244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115822395192407244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2006/09/veronika-and-i.html' title='Veronika and I'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BDDJJ7C_myk/RkhZ8S4VrYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ps5ksDuB3Zs/s72-c/veronika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-115767218230653810</id><published>2006-09-07T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:16:53.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>An Afternoon with the Oldies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The ground floor of the office was jam-packed. There was an ocean of faces most, of which I have seen for the first time. Most of the people were standing since the limited space could only offer limited number of seats yet everyone was clearly anticipating for the afternoon’s affair to start. As I went pass through the pensioners, there were some that greeted and waved at me. I was trying to recall from where have I met the enthusiastic faces that welcomed me. However hard I tried plus the fact that I meet so many people at work every single day, I could no longer remember our first meeting. Being the “polite person” that I am (Isko would rather call me &lt;i style=""&gt;pulitiko &lt;/i&gt;than polite), I waved backed at them and greeted them with my nicest hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After exerting effort just to get through the crowd, I was finally standing in front of close to 200 individuals. It was not the biggest crowd I have hosted for. In fact, it was one of the smallest. If I hold on to my previous experiences, entertaining those people would have been a piece of cake but it was the first time for me to be doing a stint with mostly old people in my audience. I was truly nervous. I did not know what to expect making it impossible for me to prepare contingency plans. Just before I started, I prayed that my wit and charm (yeah, I have that at times) would be enough to get me through the entire program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the usual lines, I welcomed everyone to the annual celebration of the Pensioners’ Day. I must admit that they all looked so relieved the moment I spoke since it suggested that the activity was finally starting. After my bosses gave their welcome remarks, the games then started that also commenced the unending laughter that highlighted our day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everything that happened during the entire celebration was totally unexpected. The “oldies” were surprisingly attentive and were participating in all the activities that we have prepared for them. Some volunteered to do song numbers while another displayed his talent in playing the harmonica. The game show-like program we have initially arranged eventually turned out to be a variety show. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If the smiles and the laughter we shared that afternoon were enough bases to judge the success of our activity, then we have accomplished. More than what our bosses would say about the event, the momentary happiness we have imparted to the pensioners was more than enough compensation for the hard work and the effort we have exerted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have to acknowledge that being with the pensioners gave me so many realizations. They proved me that aging gracefully is a possibility; they made me realize that age is merely numbers. The fun they contributed to the program made me recognize that a person’s zest to live life fully does not dwindle even as they get older. Yeah, the “oldies” are no tight asses really. Most of the time, they may be just facing so many challenges that they may seem inflexible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I never had so much enjoyment in all my hosting stint other than that afternoon. Honestly, the excitement of spending time with the child in each of them simply waiting to come out to play and have fun was incomparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-115767218230653810?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/115767218230653810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=115767218230653810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115767218230653810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115767218230653810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2006/09/afternoon-with-oldies.html' title='An Afternoon with the Oldies'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-115700053421685908</id><published>2006-08-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:18:16.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a difficult time sleeping last night. No matter how hard I closed my eyes, my mind seemed not ready to rest. The work that I left at the office, the readings my professors asked us to study, the plans that I want to pursue right away, and the little problems that I have kept bothering me. It was one of those days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On times like last night, I wish I could just rise above all my concerns. I wish I could just drift into a good night sleep and visit dream land. However, on times like last night, not all these wishes come true even if I keep crossing my fingers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overly rationalizing things may not be so healthy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-115700053421685908?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/115700053421685908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=115700053421685908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115700053421685908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115700053421685908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-difficult-time-sleeping-last.html' title=''/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-115674912212622355</id><published>2006-08-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:19:19.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything else'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;My Beb and I had dinner last Sunday. As usual, we decided to splurge just as our resources are running out. But heck! We do not actually care. I am not so sure whether we do it because we love the thrill of being dirt poor for days or simply because we love to spend time with each other that money never really matters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we went to this not-so-expensive yet not-so-cheap “&lt;i&gt;Ihaw-ihaw&lt;/i&gt;”, where they serve the best free soup (probably the best in Davao City). Yeah, the barbecued chicken and &lt;i&gt;Sinuglaw&lt;/i&gt; (Sinugba ug Kinilaw) is just as good as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just as we were waiting for our food, we started talking about my friend (whom my boyfriend also knows) whose life is taking a topsy-turvy these days. Last year (I think) she had her first boyfriend who (my other friends said) promised to give her “the moon and the stars” (tsk, girls can truly be caught up with utopian promises). They got so intimate with each other that one day she found out she was pregnant. Naturally, her family got so disappointed in her. But instead of asking for forgiveness, she eloped with her man who took her to a very inconvenient life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;From what our common friend told me (this common friend visited her at her boyfriend’s house), the &lt;i&gt;barong-barong&lt;/i&gt; that her boyfriend took her to shelters two other families. The area has poor sanitation and is clearly not very healthy especially for pregnant women like her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;To make things worse, her boyfriend cum live in partner has another woman. Bastard! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;The fu*kn bastard could not even provide a relatively good life for my friend and yet he has the guts to take another woman in his arms (I could not believe how other men could be so pigs!). To top all the hardships that my friend was already experiencing, the baby she carried in her womb for nine months died during birth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our common friend told me that this friend of ours is already suicidal. The death of her kid and of the relationship she had with her bastard boyfriend was too much for her to handle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, this friend went missing and no one knows for sure where in the world is she. Well, we could only hope that she is fine. We could only hope that she could still see the other (and definitely a lot better) side of her entire situation. With the end of her relationship and the death of her child, she could start anew. She could start looking for a job to support herself. She could go back to her family and ask for their forgiveness. She could use all her pain as motivation for her to achieve greater feats. She could, if only she would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;After all, life is a matter of choices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-115674912212622355?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/115674912212622355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=115674912212622355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115674912212622355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115674912212622355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2006/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417815.post-115667273535420425</id><published>2006-08-27T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:20:39.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>...and because my pablo said so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It was my Pablo's idea. He said he would help me create my own blog. So, here I am...lost for words. I actually have a thousand things inside my head. I can even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; endlessly talk about them. But putting them into writing is another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yeah, I am no pro...unlike my Pablo. I do not know much of prose and literature. I could not create music out of my words. I could not take people to places with what I write. Yet, I might as well give this a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I might as well try to dig out the writer in me. I might as well write about anything rather than just stare at the tv for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33417815-115667273535420425?l=ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/115667273535420425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33417815&amp;postID=115667273535420425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115667273535420425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33417815/posts/default/115667273535420425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofsmokesandmirrors.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-because-my-pablo-said-so.html' title='...and because my pablo said so'/><author><name>chill whiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13440111602940268527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/3669/1600/chik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
