<?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-14738901</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:06:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY BITES</title><subtitle type='html'>what goes on in my head... or heart. even unidentified (or unimportant) thoughts, emotions, rants, and blurbs. just me screaming err.. speaking a piece of my mind. straight from the motormouth. welcome to my world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1486850785791953389</id><published>2008-08-18T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:03:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Big Thing</title><content type='html'>How could I forget to mention another big thing that I am thankful for in my previous post?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jax and I just purchased a lot in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.southforbesphilippines.com/mediterranean_villas.html"&gt;South Forbes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is definitely a dream come true.  (Well, fine not really because I used to dream of &lt;a href="http://www.lagunabelair.com/"&gt;Laguna Bel-Air&lt;/a&gt; but that was ages ago, and now I think this one's better - for me, at least).  We've been eyeing this since last year but we weren't really ready and sure then so we decided to just deal with it as the plans for the wedding and our future becomes more concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we've tried looking for a condo unit somewhere in Makati.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; to be the most logical short-term thing for us because Jax works in Makati while I have my shuttle (with a pickup point within the area) to and from Calamba anyways.  However, we decided against it because we just feel that the investment might not be worth the price.  Also, though the amenities are tempting, we thought that several years from now it might not be fun anymore to share it with a thousand other unit owners.  But of course that's just our opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why in Sta. Rosa?&lt;/span&gt;  Living in Manila was never really an option for us since we've always loved the suburbs.  Yes, we love the city too, but we imagine ourselves raising our little Jax's and Pearl's in the (more) quiet south.  Besides, the real estate forecast says it's going to be the next Makati (only much less congested!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;How about the house?&lt;/span&gt;  Our contract says we can start building our house by mid-next year.  *ehem, Architect Kay Anne!*  However, Jax thinks we have to wait a bit until he finds work somewhere in the south so we'll wait and see, probably in 2 years.  Well, I really don't mind waiting, because I'm sure it's gonna be our dream house - truly worth the wait!  OMG I'm getting all giddy and excited already just thinking about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we're in the process of trying to find the "meantime house" - a small condo unit or apartment will do while we're still trying to get the hang of the hubby-wifey set-up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for all these blessings... You really know what we want and need.&lt;br /&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/14738901-1486850785791953389?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1486850785791953389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1486850785791953389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1486850785791953389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1486850785791953389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-big-thing.html' title='Another Big Thing'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-4385872978680199836</id><published>2008-08-16T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:23:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To God Be THE Glory!</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog about this the past few weeks but I always end up putting it off for "next time", waiting for something even better (or even more) to happen.  Now thinking about it, I say to myself, "how selfish and ungrateful could that be?"  So I'll stop the waiting now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm not stressing about our Christian-Catholic wedding anymore.  My parents have finally decided to accept that we are going to have a Christian wedding - and I love them even more for this.  Now I am able to openly discuss our wedding preps updates to my mom without making her mad or teary-eyed.   They are now supportive of our plans - we've even gone wedding ring shopping all together - their gift to us! *happy!*  Truly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God answers prayers&lt;/span&gt; and I cannot be any more thankful that He opened my mom's eyes and made her understand that this is exactly where her "baby" is supposed to be according o His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career-wise, I have just been promoted one level up.  That means that I have the same designation but one job grade higher.  Actually, this has been long overdue since last February (the same time the performance increase was given) but I'm not complaining. *wink!*  Aside from this, I was also awarded &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st runner-up for Model Associate of the Year&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't ask me how  that's possible because I can't believe it either.  Hahaha!  This is a portion of my email to my ex-boss who made all these possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd just like to say to thank you for everything you've done for me - for nominating me as model associate and now this [promotion].  Honestly, I never really thought I was meeting any of your expectations amidst all the pressure and sermons, so this totally came as a surprise to me.  I learned a lot from you.  Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I meant every word.  I used to hate him but now?  Can't believe I actually miss the pressure he was giving me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jax and I could never be better.  Early this year, we've had a lot of fights and heartaches here and there.  But now, it feels like we're new boyfriend-girlfriend still in the lovey-dovey stage.  Maybe it helps that we've been attending marriage counseling sessions with our pastor.  Maybe it's knowing that we're only months aways from being &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;together forever&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe it's just a change of heart, accepting each other for what we are and what we're not.  I'm not really sure.  But whatever it is, all I know is that I'm so very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said "when it rains, it pours" several times before, but this time it's different.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Because the raindrops are very much welcome. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-4385872978680199836?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/4385872978680199836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=4385872978680199836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4385872978680199836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4385872978680199836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-god-be-glory.html' title='To God Be THE Glory!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7782021992836287387</id><published>2008-06-17T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:35.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeekennnnndsssss</title><content type='html'>That's how long (and tiring) my weekends have been for 3 times in a row now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;May 30 - June 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Took a "sick" leave on Friday to relax and unwind in Subic&lt;br /&gt;* Accidentally "bumped" into our cute inaanak, Denver, and his parents, Daren and Berto, along NLEX&lt;br /&gt;* Lunch at Coco Lime with Jeff (AJ's racing buddy), window shopping at Royal Subic &amp;amp; Freeport Zone, night karting, and drive thru at Jollibee&lt;br /&gt;* RWYB at the SiR&lt;br /&gt;* Tammy's (as well as Jax &amp;amp; Pearl's) first tow truck ride, bonding with AAP manong's&lt;br /&gt;* Birthday dinner at Silk in Serendra with family and Jax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe6zNfXU-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ODMXyq9QMjM/s1600-h/weekend1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe6zNfXU-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ODMXyq9QMjM/s320/weekend1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212840482661946338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;June 7 - 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Measurements taking &amp;amp; post-birthday merienda at home (plus cooking session bonding with mommy!)&lt;br /&gt;* Emily's sleepover a.k.a Starbucks + motormouthing session until the wee hours of the morning (and extended during, &amp;amp; after brunch the next day, and on our way to Alabang)&lt;br /&gt;* Tammy's slalom at SM Southmall&lt;br /&gt;* Trip to Divisoria - bought half the quantity of our souveneirs!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Dashed to Greenhills for Jim's Play Station and my pre-nup dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe9eSLr4hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/E0b16kQqsfI/s1600-h/weekend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe9eSLr4hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/E0b16kQqsfI/s320/weekend2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212843421679215122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;June 13 - 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trial make-up at 6am&lt;br /&gt;* Hair benders from Makati to Subic - hello, Medusa!  lol&lt;br /&gt;* E-session with Zandro of Smart Shot Studio - SiR, The Lighthouse, SCTEX&lt;br /&gt;* Pre-wedding video viewing at New Life - met new soon-to-be husband &amp;amp; wife  friends&lt;br /&gt;* Visit to Charlie, Ghie, and Graice (since we couldn't attend Graice's 1st birthday party the next day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Dinner with Jax's family as advanced father's day treat&lt;br /&gt;* Supposed track day at Subic turned getting-to-know-you with SCTEX patrol guys&lt;br /&gt;* Second tow truck ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Father's day dinner with mom, dad, and Tita Jo (we missed you, Don!!!)&lt;br /&gt;* Took Tammy to the doctor a.k.a. Mohspeed in far away Fairview!&lt;br /&gt;* Got my new eyeglasses!  (hope I won't lose it this time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe-OEb7jII/AAAAAAAAAGc/227h8s4TVAc/s1600-h/weekend3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe-OEb7jII/AAAAAAAAAGc/227h8s4TVAc/s320/weekend3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212844242622975106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-7782021992836287387?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7782021992836287387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7782021992836287387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7782021992836287387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7782021992836287387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/06/weeeeekennnnndsssss.html' title='Weeeeekennnnndsssss'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SFe6zNfXU-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ODMXyq9QMjM/s72-c/weekend1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7506479656904062444</id><published>2008-05-24T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:37:26.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idea of Heaven</title><content type='html'>... is having blueberry cheesecake underneath the stars on a quiet night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is laughing with wonderful friends until my sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  is lying on the beach with a good book, with sand between my toes, and never getting sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is getting 10 hours of sleep a day for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is having a long vacation with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is someday seeing my baby for the very first time, amazed at how God knew that all I ever wanted in my life was to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is walking on the streets of an unfamiliar city while holding hands with the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is waking up next to a man who loves me more than he loves himself, whose idea of heaven is giving me my idea of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-7506479656904062444?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7506479656904062444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7506479656904062444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7506479656904062444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7506479656904062444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-idea-of-heaven.html' title='My Idea of Heaven'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-8525930245936745854</id><published>2008-05-23T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:58:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;From one of my fave movies.. Cried bucketfuls over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I just don't know how we got here. Our entire relationship, I have gone above and beyond for you, for us. I've cooked, I've picked your shit up off the floor, I've laid your clothes out for you like you're a four year old. I support you, I supported your work. If we ever had dinner or anything I did the plans, I take care of everything. And I just don't feel like you appreciate any of it. I don't feel you appreciate me. All I want is to know, is for you to show me that you care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Gary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why didn't you just say that to me" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I tried. I've tried. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Gary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Never like that, you might have said some things that meant to imply that, but I'm not a mind reader... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It wouldn't matter you are who you are. Just leave me alone ok? Right now, just shut my door. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Gary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Listen... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Alright Gary just please, just leave the room. Gary just... I don't want to be near you right now, please just shut the door, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-8525930245936745854?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/8525930245936745854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=8525930245936745854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/8525930245936745854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/8525930245936745854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/05/line.html' title='The Line'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-5095125971460848228</id><published>2008-05-16T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:07:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Vitamin Overdose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="36722_kdub2"&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;/div&gt; 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                }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln6"&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln7"&gt;► remember good times, be content, be with the one/s you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln20"&gt;THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln21"&gt;► pink, gold, white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln22"&gt;TOP THREE HANGOUTS:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln23"&gt;►Starbucks, my room, my cube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln24"&gt;TOP THREE ATTIRE:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln25"&gt;►jeans, golf shirts, sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln26"&gt;TOP THREE U LOVED SO MUCH:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln27"&gt;► God, Jax, my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln28"&gt;TOP THREE YOU REMEMBER WHEN U ARE ANSWERING THIS SURVEY:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln29"&gt;► Jax, Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln30"&gt;TOP THREE "THINGS" SPECIAL TO YOU:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln33"&gt;►my gadgets - Twinkle (my digicam), Reese (my Zen Vision), and Yo-yo (my laptop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln34"&gt;TOP THREE ATTITUDES YOU LIKE:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln35"&gt;► honest, understanding, and reasonable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln36"&gt;TOP THREE WHY YOU ARE BUSY AT THIS TIME&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div id="ln39"&gt;► photoshop, wedding preps stuff, eating&lt;br /&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/14738901-5095125971460848228?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/5095125971460848228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=5095125971460848228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/5095125971460848228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/5095125971460848228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-vitamin-overdose.html' title='From Vitamin Overdose'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-2796187167565979275</id><published>2008-05-16T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:36.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55 Months Today!</title><content type='html'>Yep, Jax and I have been together for 55 months now.  And today marks exactly 5 months to go before our wedding day.  Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SC2M7VE5jiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4GKERTfSAsE/s1600-h/jp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SC2M7VE5jiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4GKERTfSAsE/s320/jp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200968095580655138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-2796187167565979275?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/2796187167565979275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=2796187167565979275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/2796187167565979275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/2796187167565979275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/05/55-months-today.html' title='55 Months Today!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/SC2M7VE5jiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4GKERTfSAsE/s72-c/jp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-935592141006759428</id><published>2008-05-16T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:41:02.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Hours of Sleep</title><content type='html'>Jimbo's graduation dinner (which lasted until 10:30-ish) didn't stop Jean and I from seeing each other. Oh no no no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Starbucks, took a cab home, and went right at"it" the moment we stepped into my room.  Too many stories to tell, a lot of catching up to do... we didn't waste any time.  What was funny was, we just kept on talking non-stop that a coupla times we had to repeat our statements and think for a while because for a moment it seemed like it didn't make any sense.. but we figure it out what the other person was trying to say anyway.  That's what you call same wavelength, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm sooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now.  And unproductive.  And wanting to go home so much.  This &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;bed weather&lt;/span&gt; is really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I miss blogging.  Maybe I should update this site more often. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-935592141006759428?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/935592141006759428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=935592141006759428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/935592141006759428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/935592141006759428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-hours-of-sleep.html' title='3 Hours of Sleep'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-6492145453010306890</id><published>2008-04-20T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:34:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady Wedding Prep Weekend</title><content type='html'>Right this moment, still can't believe the weekend is over just like that *snap*. It was quite productive/relaxing for Jax and I though. We managed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally check out the gig of this acoustic band we've been eyeing and have decided to get them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay 50% downpayment to Casablanca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scout for churches in the Tagaytay area (to no avail! huhu... nobody seems to agree with the set-up we're proposing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bond with my super &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kulit&lt;/span&gt; but uber cute nieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a long chit chat with my cousin and his wife over al fresco dinner at their home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update our guest list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim (got barely 6 months to get my color back!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out model houses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drop by my favorite buco tart place (yummmm!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet up with Jorge (unexpectedly)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It was a nice way to spend the weekend, and I really hope we could have more of this in the coming months. Next weekend is bound to be very busy: Karting on Friday, Race Wars in Clark on Saturday, and Slalom at Festi on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-6492145453010306890?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/6492145453010306890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=6492145453010306890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6492145453010306890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6492145453010306890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/04/steady-wedding-prep-weekend.html' title='Steady Wedding Prep Weekend'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-8777839796655839011</id><published>2008-04-05T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:29:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Girl Wants</title><content type='html'>It's all coming back to me now - all that I have always been, which I left behind (unknowingly or deliberately) for years, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I chose to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a very long sh*tty day, you just want someone to be there to &lt;strong&gt;hold your hand and tell you that everything is gonna be ok&lt;/strong&gt;.  Yes you might not need the sympathy or expect to solve the problem right then and there, but you just like to be listened to while you whine.  The thought that someone is there to support you, lift your spirits up, and ready to shut down his world for a while to focus on you is more than enough to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines (&amp;amp; cliches)  from way back during our Ratskee days.  It still makes perfect sense!  Back to the basics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting pays off.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is a strong word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Action speaks louder than words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything happens for the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-8777839796655839011?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/8777839796655839011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=8777839796655839011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/8777839796655839011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/8777839796655839011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-girl-wants.html' title='What A Girl Wants'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7921939695219651407</id><published>2008-04-04T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:30:04.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KF...</title><content type='html'>...as in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kilig factor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I felt that.  And more than ever, now I realize how important it is to keep the fire burning.  It's like I've been telling myself that it's nothing for so long.  But you know what, deep within, at the end of the day, no matter how much she tries to deny it, every girl still wants &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even if just once in a while&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B U B B L Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under covers staying dry and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I just mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-7921939695219651407?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7921939695219651407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7921939695219651407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7921939695219651407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7921939695219651407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/04/kf.html' title='KF...'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-5092875196480691837</id><published>2008-04-03T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:25:53.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From the Dead</title><content type='html'>I'm alive!  My blog prolly has molds by now.  But anyhoo... I kind of missed blogging.  Been too busy with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;, wedding preps, and psycho-analyzing, etc. etc. etc... What I've been up to lately?  Spell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STRESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this much pressure at work ever before.  For almost 2 months now, I'm reporting to 2 bosses with very different styles.  Imagine juggling two functions with a never-ending list of have-to-do's - a big issue blowing up in &lt;strike&gt;my&lt;/strike&gt; my ex-boss' face, a delayed project, a new project, an upcoming audit, turnover with my very late replacement... Waaaaaaaah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when it rains, it pours.  Right now it's pouring really hard.  Talking about my job doesn't evin begin to describe how low I'm feeling now.  I know life has to go on.  But right now, I just want to take a minute to breathe it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Post-It on my desk for days now (from Grey's Anatomy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-5092875196480691837?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/5092875196480691837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=5092875196480691837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/5092875196480691837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/5092875196480691837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-dead.html' title='Back From the Dead'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1481187762783590912</id><published>2008-01-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:54:30.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Groove Back! (Not Really?)</title><content type='html'>Hi world!  Super late &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in the hospital due to &lt;a href="http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=22718"&gt;bilateral pneumonia&lt;/a&gt; for a week (and on bed rest for another) last year and discovering I have mild &lt;a href="http://www.spinalinjuryfoundation.org/101_new/Read7835522211MRI844333/levoscoliosis.htm"&gt;levoscoliosis&lt;/a&gt; just recently, I've been non-productive for about a month, promising myself I'm not going to let myself get stressed just yet.  Now, however, I finally feel like "recovering" from my allergy to work.  My motivation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Doc (my boss)&lt;/span&gt;:  Miss Almay, parang nawawalan ka na ng gana sa project natin, palibhasa aalis ka na ha.  Ayusin mo naman yung mga pending natin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Sir, I refuse to accept your statement ha.  D ko naman napapabayaan e.  If it were only solely up to me, this project should've been finished last year pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;:  Gusto mo testing-in kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Sige!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Naks, confident!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;:  So kelan matatapos yung sa QA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  End of January, that's 10 days to go.  And then the lab's ETC is Feb 23.  That is, given there wouldn't be any other issues w/ the contractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;: You know, ang mga boss may mga nakikita talaga yan.  Sa tingin ko sa yo parang tamad na tamad ka na e! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(partly true! hehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  D naman noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;:  So what do you do when your boss thinks that way of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Prove him otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;:  O sige.  Pakita mo sa kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Next week, sir.  Watch me move!  Check mo accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt;:  Talaga lang huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang yabang kasi e!  Hehe... That's why the pressure is on me now to push push PUSH our contractors.  I'm supposed to work the whole weekend (again!) but I'm trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;delegate efficiently &lt;/span&gt;right now.  Assign this to this, call this to do that, remind who to report for work tom... that sort of stuff.  This HAS to work cuz if not, it's gonna cause me a lot of trouble.  Hay.  Please don't tell me I HAVE to go to the plant tomorrow.  Noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the transfer part.. I'm assuming a new role starting next month.  It's actually a promotion (*wink!*), but a lot less stressful (*winks some more!!*)! At least that's what I think, and I'm hoping what I think is what will be.  So, wish me luck! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-1481187762783590912?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1481187762783590912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1481187762783590912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1481187762783590912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1481187762783590912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-my-groove-back-not-really.html' title='Got My Groove Back! (Not Really?)'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-4966725161923469136</id><published>2007-12-25T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:36.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwishmas time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite part of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/R3EX4qX0SHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zTnbzVwN9kE/s1600-h/DSC06818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/R3EX4qX0SHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zTnbzVwN9kE/s320/DSC06818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147922111275485298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chatting w/ Ching-ching, Jan, and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;Love love love these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;And may we not forget the reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-4966725161923469136?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/4966725161923469136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=4966725161923469136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4966725161923469136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4966725161923469136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/12/kwishmas-time.html' title='Kwishmas time!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/R3EX4qX0SHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zTnbzVwN9kE/s72-c/DSC06818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1157088671116566031</id><published>2007-12-05T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:11:48.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>Today, I was surprised by Jax with a bag of goodies:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; choco-honey dipped, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; choco butternut, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;  bavarian donut holes.  That's a total of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  perfect meds "taste-neutralizer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it actually meant for him (for us, actually, after I figured it out... how slow can I get?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;~ always and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~ jax and pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-1157088671116566031?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1157088671116566031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1157088671116566031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1157088671116566031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1157088671116566031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweetest-thing.html' title='Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-6334993517830090333</id><published>2007-11-25T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:42:19.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long Post</title><content type='html'>Hola!  A month after Fort Ilocandia, what's next?  A bunch of my closest friends left/are leaving, another one getting married as well, new accomplishments in wedding planning,  and a lot of other crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Long Distance Friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month-long vacation to the US to visit Papa Jed, &lt;a href="http://www.vitaminoverdose.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Nix&lt;/a&gt; left for Singapore last week, this time for work.  It's really sad knowing that she won't be here to share her OC-ness with me for my wedding preps.  No more late-night to early morning telebabads about anything and everything (no matter how stupid the topic is/are).  Sad.  You better be here a day before you turn 27, girl.  I swear.  You have to promise me or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Nix left, I learned that Omar and Jean are planning to be OFW's as well.  Jean will be trying her luck in Singapore next year, while Omar is moving to Korea in two weeks! (He called me just last night to tell me he's leaving on December 5 and that he might not make it to my wedding.)   Now the only O-C crew left here in PH will just be me, Shirmae, and Cris.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my college friends leaving the country isn't enough, I talked to Arlene the other night only to find out that after her vacation in the US next month, she might go back there to study next year.  She'll be gone for 2-3 years - which means that she might not be here for my wedding either.  Boohoo!  I won't have a "Dra." title in my secondary sponsors list anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm sincerely happy for all of them, and I believe that true friendships do not allow distance barriers.  No matter how long we may not see or talk to each other, the bond will always be there - whether we all like it or not.  Good luck, my dear friends.  We all have our own dreams, and I cannot be any happier knowing that they're all coming true - we may not be there physically to witness each other's successes but I know in heart and spirit, we're still "there". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Getting Hitched Too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations, &lt;a href="http://www.mytwinklepop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; and Migs!&lt;br /&gt;12.19.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who would've thought we'd be doing the preps at the same time?  Good luck to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update on Our Wedding Preps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since our wedding website isn't up and running yet (because #1, I promised myself we won't go online until we finalize our entourage - which is still on-going "negotiation", and #2 I don't want the typical ready-made website - I want to be able to design our website somehow), I'm posting what we've done/thought of so far here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Venue - 100% paid by end of this year (I am sooo broke!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caterer - 100% paid by end of this year (Need to beg soon!  Waaaaah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo/Video - paid RF, scouting for the best venue for our pre-nup shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gowns - have inquired w/ &lt;a href="http://cecilioabad.multiply.com/"&gt;Cecil Abad&lt;/a&gt; though I still have a few others to check out.  Jax and I need to work on our swatches (our theme is pink and gold) really soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/perfect_cakes/"&gt;Perfect cakes&lt;/a&gt;, Arlene's cousin, yet to set a meeting for conceptualization.  I want a simple but yummy cake; what I'm keen about is the topper as I like it to clearly speak of our personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music - I initially wanted to get JJS, but I'm having second thoughts now since their rates are a bit high, especially since we're having an out of town wedding.  My brother is starting his violin lessons next week and I told him to prioritize studying my wedding march song (hehe) so I'd only have to worry about the reception.  My ex-piano teacher also called this morning and is volunteering to play for our wedding!  I'm sure she's gonna give us a good deal.  Apparently, her son (who's my ex-schoolmate and Don's friend) also plays regularly at a bar in Greenbelt and is part of Nyoy Volante and The Manos.  Hmmm.... I hope this means savings for me. *wink!*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridal Suite - somewhere in Tagaytay.  So far we've checked Casa Blanca and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.discoverycountrysuites.com"&gt;Country Discovery Suites&lt;/a&gt;.  Our main concern here is that it should look good in the pictures.  Hehe...  Hopefully we can do another ocular this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers - already met with our venue's in-house florist.  He asked us what design we want for the place and we couldn't give him an answer.  Honestly, I was expecting him to first have a concept in mind, and then we'll just approve.  Oh well... we'll still check &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.flowersofmay.com"&gt;Flowers of May&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope they're ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OTD Coordinator - still contemplating on whether to get one or not.  I really want to be a hands-on bride-to-be but with all that I've been reading from the forums, seems like I'm gonna need one if I don't like to look all harassed on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invitations &amp;amp; Souveneirs - will be DIY.  As of now, that is.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can have the lay-outs and printer sourcing done by May or June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Whew!  I haven't done much, I know.  And it's just 11 months away! Jax, I know we can pull this off.  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;What Else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While Jo, Don's girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancee (yes they're getting married just months after we do!), is planning to enroll in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cca-manila.com"&gt;CCA&lt;/a&gt;, I also promised to start being friends with cook books and &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;-ish self-help materials.  Our kitchen is currently undergoing a major makeover and hopefeully I'll be inspired to learn to be a homemaker soon.  I really need to take this seriously.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a decision to make in terms of my career - to stay with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company A&lt;/span&gt; and continue to be an architect, civil engineer, equipment/maintenance engineer, project manager, packaging analyst,  industrial engineer, human relations officer, and events coordinator all rolled into one, OR move to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company B&lt;/span&gt; where I'll be a product technologist, process engineer, and an R&amp;amp;D officer.  Both have their own set of pros and cons, especially now that I'm thinking about our (Jax and I) long term plans.  Major considerations are: proximity from my (current) or our (future) house and my plan to, eventually, go into teaching.  Somehow I know the answer to these questions, but I'm still seeking advice from the One Up There.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now, Jax is in Subic again for another RWYB event.   This is the first time he's not taking his "+1" because well, I'm stuck here at home waiting for the flu fairy to finally come, go, and get this over with.  I've been having this sucky throat that's making it difficult for me to swallow anything (even water) for days now.  Aaaaaargh!  Anyway, I hope Jax wins his class this time.  Go Tammy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's difficult to be friends with someone whose actions make you want to puke sometimes, not to mention that you see that person every day at work!  Ok I'm gonna shut up now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, by far, the longest post I've ever made in all 3 years of my blogging life!  I must have missed blogging this much.  Til next! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-6334993517830090333?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/6334993517830090333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=6334993517830090333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6334993517830090333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6334993517830090333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-long-post.html' title='A Very Long Post'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-88241796284892236</id><published>2007-10-16T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:36.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Turned 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RxS80nxyCUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Uvao2DxHx7Q/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RxS80nxyCUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Uvao2DxHx7Q/s320/DSC01582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121926288444098882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exactly one year before THE day! =)&lt;br /&gt;What better way to celebrate four crazy but wonderful years than with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;just-us&lt;/span&gt; roadtrip? &lt;br /&gt;More of the story and pics found &lt;a href="http://www.myvioletcrumble.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jax.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/span&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/14738901-88241796284892236?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/88241796284892236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=88241796284892236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/88241796284892236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/88241796284892236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-turned-4.html' title='Just Turned 4!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RxS80nxyCUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Uvao2DxHx7Q/s72-c/DSC01582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-3410384870854597674</id><published>2007-10-05T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:43:01.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>I stayed up late last night because I got too engrossed with &lt;a href="http://aggiedil.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2005-01-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B08%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2006-01-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=50"&gt;this girl's wedding prep blog &lt;/a&gt;which I stumbled after searching for feedbacks on &lt;a href="http://www.jjs.com.ph/"&gt;JJS musical group&lt;/a&gt; (who I might book for our wedding!).  The planning freak has stepped it up a notch!  *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard my all-time favorite christmas song for the first time this year.  Then it hit me:  This is the last christmas I'll be spending with my family!  Well, of course I'm still spending it with them next year and the next years to come but it's not gonna be the same - I'm gonna be with my hubby babi! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's christmas, people.  I can feel it in the air! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-3410384870854597674?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/3410384870854597674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=3410384870854597674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3410384870854597674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3410384870854597674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7659752057176288946</id><published>2007-10-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:44:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>I know you didn't mean to surprise me (or did you?) but still, thank you.  You have no idea how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you've made me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-7659752057176288946?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7659752057176288946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7659752057176288946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7659752057176288946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7659752057176288946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/10/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-6109043599696892360</id><published>2007-09-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:46:58.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Not Like Ice Queen</title><content type='html'>Once again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it's been a while"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent too much time in the car today going all over the metro that I had the chance to think and realize that I've been living my life no different from the wind on a thunderstorm - fast.  Too fast, in fact, that I haven't had the chance to stop, think, ponder, reflect on the things that are happening.  It's like I'm always on my toes.  Everything has to be done now - people to talk and listen to, places to visit, work to finish...  I can't even remember the last time I wasn't dashing out the door, in a hurry to be some place, able to put make up on and took time to dress up and look nice.  I was (am) perpetually in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, it hit me: I'm too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stressed out&lt;/span&gt;. And what's more scary is that, I was too busy to even  understand that I am.  It didn't sink in.  It didn't register.  I have turned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;NUMB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having realized that, I declare this week the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;take-it-easy week&lt;/span&gt;.  It actually coincides with my boss being on paternal leave all week, which is a good thing (or a good sign).  Enough of dreaming about my CER's and Infra Projects.  Enough of emotional rollercoasters.  Enough of expectations.  Enough of worrywart-ing.  This time it's gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me-time&lt;/span&gt;.  This time I'm giving myself the license to be selfishly in love with myself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've switched to HBO a half and hour ago.  I missed &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398375/"&gt;Rumor Has It&lt;/a&gt;!  I was just in time to catch this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not here to tell you I can't live without you.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; live without you.  I just don't want to."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaw... *tear*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-6109043599696892360?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/6109043599696892360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=6109043599696892360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6109043599696892360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6109043599696892360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-not-like-ice-queen.html' title='Me Not Like Ice Queen'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-930963125963618136</id><published>2007-08-19T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:54:18.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not all &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beautiful girls&lt;/span&gt; are players. *ehem* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seankingston.com/"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; Says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it started at the park&lt;br /&gt;Used to chill at the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you took my heart&lt;br /&gt;That's when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Coz we both thought&lt;br /&gt;That love lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;They say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves sprung&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didn't care&lt;br /&gt;We made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;And they also said&lt;br /&gt;That we couldn't last together (last together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord...&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in '99&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' movies all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I went away&lt;br /&gt;For doin' my first crime&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That we was gonna see each other (see each other)&lt;br /&gt;And then I came out&lt;br /&gt;Mami moved me down South&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm with my girl&lt;br /&gt;Who I thought was my world&lt;br /&gt;It came out to be&lt;br /&gt;That she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're fussin'&lt;br /&gt;And now we're fightin'&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' slightin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to make it better (make it better)&lt;br /&gt;You're datin' other guys&lt;br /&gt;You're tellin' me lies&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;What I'm seein' with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it's clever (think it's clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, suicidal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jojoonline.com/"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; Says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;                      That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;                      I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                      When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;                      Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;                      We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;                      We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                      When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      I remember when&lt;br /&gt;                      I was hanging with my friends&lt;br /&gt;                      That's when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;                      You thought that I was fly&lt;br /&gt;                      Right then you wished that I would be your baby (be your baby)&lt;br /&gt;                      You try to get some game&lt;br /&gt;                      Asking me girl what ya name&lt;br /&gt;                      All that ice upon ya chain&lt;br /&gt;                      So I asked you the same&lt;br /&gt;                      Something tells me that we have fun together (fun together)&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;                      Oh when I judge your wine&lt;br /&gt;                      I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;                      Tonight is yours&lt;br /&gt;                      Tomorrow is for another guy (another guy)&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;                      That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;                      I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                      When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;                      Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;                      We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;                      We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                      When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      You've been calling me&lt;br /&gt;                      Leaving messages all week&lt;br /&gt;                      Was your curiousity&lt;br /&gt;                      Got ya knees weak                      &lt;br /&gt;                      I'm not looking for a man&lt;br /&gt;                      So I don't want no confusion (no confusion)&lt;br /&gt;                      I took ya to the floor&lt;br /&gt;                      Got ya begging me for more&lt;br /&gt;                      But that was my queue to go&lt;br /&gt;                      So I hit the door&lt;br /&gt;                      I let you hot&lt;br /&gt;                      With your mind used to running wild (running wild)&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;                      Oh when I judge your wine&lt;br /&gt;                      I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;                      If you stick around&lt;br /&gt;                      Be careful not to fall in love (fall in love)&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;                      That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;                      I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                      When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;                      Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;                      We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;                      We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                      When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Now a couple months have past&lt;br /&gt;                      Never thought that this would last&lt;br /&gt;                      Oh everybody asked&lt;br /&gt;                      How ya got a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;                      But you should've known&lt;br /&gt;                      That nothing lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;                      I mashed up ya mind&lt;br /&gt;                      When I tell you lies&lt;br /&gt;                      But boy don't be suprised&lt;br /&gt;                      That I'm seeing other guys&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm too young to settle&lt;br /&gt;                      And you should've known better (known better)&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Damn all these beautiful girls (you should have known)&lt;br /&gt;                      We're only gonna do your dirt (cos I'll have)&lt;br /&gt;                      I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;                    When I say it's over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-930963125963618136?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/930963125963618136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=930963125963618136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/930963125963618136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/930963125963618136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/08/beautiful-girls.html' title='Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-6470997439502139015</id><published>2007-08-15T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:07:06.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to update this blog because everything seems to be happening faster than I could even begin blogging about it that I put it all off for "next time" until I eventually forget about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, now that I'm here in my room, home early (because I was too scared I might get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stranded&lt;/span&gt; somewhere because of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), lying lazily with my laptop on my tummy while &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;amp;id=1808692168"&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/a&gt; is on HBO, I'm gonna do what I haven't done in quite a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First and foremost, I am now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;officially engaged to Jax&lt;/span&gt;! *blush* I'm gonna be Mrs. Almay Lacambra in 14 months!  How the "proposal" happened is a little too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;casual&lt;/span&gt; (believe me, if you know AJ and you've heard me &lt;strike&gt;whine&lt;/strike&gt; talk about the "pre-arrangements", you know what I mean by this) so I won't go into that.. but nevertheless, I'm just happy we're really, really, REALLY almost there! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently, I've been meeting new people and it feels &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt; - Ford and ex-Ford people (aka Intro-boys and girls) during the &lt;a href="http://www.redbox.com/"&gt;Red Box&lt;/a&gt; night, &lt;a href="http://www.mymitsuph.com/"&gt;MyMitsu&lt;/a&gt; people, even co-workers I haven't ever spoken with during the Peyups get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Subic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RWYB&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;un &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;rung - is it just me or doesn't this seem gramatically incorrect?) was fun but very, very energy-draining.  I had to take a leave from work the next day to recover from the fatigue and lack of sleep but I really don't mind.  Can't wait til the next vroom vroom event with my driver! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally met up with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SCAPE girls&lt;/span&gt; for Susan's despedida brunch.  We'll miss you, Pega!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barely three weeks into the engagement and already I'm having "a bit" *rolling eyes with sarcasm* of an issue with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the 'rents&lt;/span&gt;.  Won't go into detail as I only want happy thoughts right now but anyways, please help me pray that everything turns out great.  Hay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other things I want to do now: have a haircut (agreement with Jax to have this last one before I grow my hair long for THE day), finish GA Season3, update Reese with new songs and videos, go through our guest list, watch the &lt;a href="http://guides.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.php?id=10883"&gt;Aga movie&lt;/a&gt; (been excited about this for weeks now!), and do (some) shopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss school, especially now that they just announced there'll be no classes on all levels tomorrow.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-6470997439502139015?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/6470997439502139015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=6470997439502139015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6470997439502139015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6470997439502139015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1930492406628429142</id><published>2007-08-06T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:52:37.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been cheating on this blog for quite sometime now. &lt;br /&gt;With &lt;a href="http://www.myvioletcrumble.multiply.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. =)&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/14738901-1930492406628429142?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1930492406628429142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1930492406628429142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1930492406628429142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1930492406628429142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-6247634703507436119</id><published>2007-08-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:36.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially, Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're getting hitched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10.16.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RrHuuem_7sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fMvQ7ZbFBSQ/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RrHuuem_7sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fMvQ7ZbFBSQ/s320/DSC00565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094115135790771906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-6247634703507436119?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/6247634703507436119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=6247634703507436119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6247634703507436119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6247634703507436119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/08/officially-finally.html' title='Officially, Finally!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RrHuuem_7sI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fMvQ7ZbFBSQ/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1023534214856019544</id><published>2007-07-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:23:14.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top of Mind</title><content type='html'>What I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do now (but can't):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put Tammy on Top Gear's front page c/o Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Install &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twinkle&lt;/span&gt;'s software (Reese and Yoyo's got a new sister!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change &lt;a href="http://www.myvioletcrumble.multiply.com"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; layout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize Yoyo's files and Reese's songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's Anatomy Season 3 marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jax and Pearl's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"workbook"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Celes and confirm SCAPE's get together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Johanna C. to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;catch up&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blog about the latest happenings in my life (not that there's a lot, I just realized I haven't posted updates on what I've been up to in a while)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do now (but don't want to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packaging Performance for June + Q2 Analysis Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Productivity per Associate for MEP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infrastructure Plan - boiler efficiency, warehouse space utilization, etc.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What an exciting life I have!&lt;br /&gt;*big groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-1023534214856019544?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1023534214856019544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1023534214856019544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1023534214856019544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1023534214856019544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-of-mind.html' title='Top of Mind'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-3718909141682581309</id><published>2007-06-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:37.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-clutter</title><content type='html'>I've been literally cleaning up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mess&lt;/span&gt; - from my mobile phone (1200+ messages down to just 404), my neglected laptop - finally defrag-ed after 48 years, the big shoebox that is my room, even my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rnp2SyoNQjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3gsE1dlbNMk/s1600-h/new+hair+%2B+glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rnp2SyoNQjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3gsE1dlbNMk/s320/new+hair+%2B+glasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078501595013792306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally did it.  And yep, I got glasses too.  Next stop?  My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I find myself trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;get my act together&lt;/span&gt; and "redirecting" my life.  Not that I've been lost or anything, really.  It's just that I feel I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;step it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; a notch&lt;/span&gt;... do what I &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; love to do and be passionate about it, make concrete plans on how I could make my dream "job" turn into reality, fix family matters, etc. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 months, I've been praying for strength to get out of my comfort zone and face  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that thing&lt;/span&gt; I feel is out of my league.  Wait let me rephrase that... I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is where I belong.  A handful of people have actually been telling me I can pull it off alright.  Guess I'm just to chicken to give it a shot.  This time, however, I think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lord, I know Your plans are far better than what I have planned for myself.  Please guide me.  Please give me signs.  Please take me where You want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-3718909141682581309?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/3718909141682581309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=3718909141682581309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3718909141682581309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3718909141682581309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-clutter.html' title='Un-clutter'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rnp2SyoNQjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3gsE1dlbNMk/s72-c/new+hair+%2B+glasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-2925994442964833924</id><published>2007-06-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguilera</title><content type='html'>I soo want to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RnVbgioNQiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/j2rOxf1xOO8/s1600-h/Aguilera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RnVbgioNQiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/j2rOxf1xOO8/s400/Aguilera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077064769539490338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But because &lt;strike&gt;I am such a cheapskate&lt;/strike&gt; Jax keeps on reminding me about our horrible experience with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt; in the same venue (read: open air.  Hence, jologs per square meter increased uncontrollably - I know, I'm evil) some 3 years ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; of me decided to pass.  Side note: the operative word here is part because once I ask my Globe/Fort/"showbiz" friends if there's any way they could get me *ehem* free *ehem* tickets, I am so gonna be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on friends, you know that, "When I'm lost in the rain... I turn to you..." Hahaha! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-2925994442964833924?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/2925994442964833924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=2925994442964833924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/2925994442964833924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/2925994442964833924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/06/aguilera.html' title='Aguilera'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RnVbgioNQiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/j2rOxf1xOO8/s72-c/Aguilera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1056861744191017248</id><published>2007-06-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:49:02.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Complete Me.</title><content type='html'>No movie has ever replaced Jerry Maguire in the top notch of my list of don't-care-if-I-watch-this-1-million-times-more movie.  (Or at least yet.)  Exactly what I'm doing now.  I don't know, I just luuuurve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.ph/imgres?imgurl=http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/tristar_pictures/jerry_maguire/jonathan_lipnicki/jerry1.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800267910/photo/538026&amp;amp;h=277&amp;w=360&amp;amp;sz=27&amp;hl=tl&amp;amp;start=16&amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=K2Ll19TM4H_5BM:&amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=121&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Djerry%2Bmaguire%2B%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dtl%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;Rey&lt;/a&gt; is now... How old is he?  Is he still that cute?  Aaaw he's so adorable in this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bruce+springsteen/secret+garden_20025066.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/a&gt; still sends chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love him.  I do!  I love him! I love him! I love him, and I don't care what you think.  I love him for the man he wants to be and I love him for the man he almost is.. I love him.  I love him!...  Look, all I know is that I loved someone and he was charming and popular and not so nice to me and he died, ok?  So why should I let this guy go?  Why??!  When everything in my body tells me that this one is THE one??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-1056861744191017248?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1056861744191017248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1056861744191017248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1056861744191017248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1056861744191017248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-complete-me.html' title='You Complete Me.'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-542916801102270206</id><published>2007-06-05T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:06:06.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...to those who remembered my birthday. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;exercised their thumb just for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean (first greet for a change!).  Don.  Ma'am Weng (still up or already up at 2 in the morning?!).  Ate Hazel (all the way from CND).  Sir Doy.   Ems.  Sis Hazel.  Mama Beth.  Arlene.  Joy.  Ria.  Charles.  Celes.  Che.  Mommy Chelle  (who thought she was late).  Mike/Tweety.  Anne B2.  Mutya (may kasama pang trabaho ang pagbati).  Jong.  Melvin.  Dino.  Ethel.  Ivy.  Susan.  Tita Jo.  Mommy Cel.  Sir Den.  Anne B1.  Hannah.  Sir Ed.  Cris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;wasted&lt;/strike&gt; used a portion of their air time on me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax (who was actually awake at midnight??  Hehe...).  Nix.  MJ friends - Mama Beth, Ria, Mother Grace, Mummy Mae, Kenny c/o The Starfish.  Omar (thanks to his 15-peso load).  Earl.  Mommy Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;chatted with me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching2 &amp; Jan (whose happy birthday song sent me to tears).  Tina-pie (offline though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sent e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet (via ESC yahoo groups).  Karen.  Sir Willie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;by the powers of Friendster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Erns.  Kay Anne.  Jaimie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget... Tonton just turned 1!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy Birthday Baby T!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-542916801102270206?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/542916801102270206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=542916801102270206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/542916801102270206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/542916801102270206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-4539735655544493095</id><published>2007-05-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:37.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Ninang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rl2Tz_HL9VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PeYNX0bPp4w/s1600-h/ching2+dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rl2Tz_HL9VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PeYNX0bPp4w/s320/ching2+dora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070371276813235538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can she be any more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rl2VSfHL9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cWNPv_JhzNg/s1600-h/DSC02532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rl2VSfHL9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cWNPv_JhzNg/s200/DSC02532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070372900310873442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;similarity&lt;/span&gt;?  No, I didn't teach her that pose.  And up until now it amazes me how she's turning into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Little Miss Ninang May&lt;/span&gt;.  Now I miss her more than ever. *tear*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-4539735655544493095?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/4539735655544493095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=4539735655544493095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4539735655544493095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4539735655544493095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-ninang.html' title='Like Ninang'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rl2Tz_HL9VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PeYNX0bPp4w/s72-c/ching2+dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-223008811772351211</id><published>2007-05-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:22:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;And history books forgot about us and the bible didnt mention us&lt;br /&gt;The bible didnt mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first , i loved you first&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stars came falling on our heads&lt;br /&gt;But there just soft light&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson came to my bed&lt;br /&gt;Told me that my hair was red&lt;br /&gt;He told me i was beautiful and came into my bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh i cut his hair myself one night&lt;br /&gt;A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light&lt;br /&gt;He told me that i'd done alright&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me till the morning light the morning light&lt;br /&gt;and he kissed me till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;Ate a slice of wonderbread&lt;br /&gt;and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we couldn't bring the colums down&lt;br /&gt;Ya we couldn't destroy a single one&lt;br /&gt;and the history books forgot about us&lt;br /&gt;and the bible didn't mention us&lt;br /&gt;not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;  I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving this song by &lt;a href="http://www.reginaspektor.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (cool site by the way!) right now. &lt;br /&gt;Haven't figured out what it means though. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Of course it has to have something to do with the characters from the Bible, Samson and Delilah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no song analyst but my initial interpretation is that, it's about a man (Samson)  still loving his woman (Delilah) despite her being the cause of his fall.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/14738901-223008811772351211?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/223008811772351211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=223008811772351211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/223008811772351211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/223008811772351211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/05/samson.html' title='Samson'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-107789999230773006</id><published>2007-05-20T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:29:33.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting Out</title><content type='html'>Nothing to blog about in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent mother's day with dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/ph/?localid=27"&gt;Bed Scene&lt;/a&gt;.  It's been a long time since the 6 of us (the rents, Don &amp; Jo, me &amp;amp; Jax) went out so it was quite uhm, for lack of a better term, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For days, I've been stressing about my job.  Let me rephrase that..  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My job is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stressing me&lt;/span&gt; out!!!&lt;/span&gt;  There's a big difference.  Actually, it's more of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; making my job miserable.  I don't get how people  always blame other people for flaws in the system  instead of just helping each other out to solve the root cause of the problem.  Aaaargh.  Oh well, what can I say, it's really hard to work with the oldies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must. Go. Shopping. For real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be clear with your instructions when you ask your boyfriend to buy you sanitary napkins.  Believe me, he's gonna end up buying you panty liners and when told it's not the right item ask you how he's supposed to know which is which.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday's coming up in a few weeks.  My mom said they might not be here that day  so we might have to celebrate it (by dinner, what else) on the 30th so that leaves me with nothing to do on my birthday leave.  Any suggestions, friends? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder when we (Ratskee girls) can squeeze in the &lt;a href="http://www.laluzresort.com/index.html"&gt;La Luz&lt;/a&gt; trip with our busy (always conflicting) scheds.  Or  when  we (CSA people) could go &lt;a href="http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-borawan-overdue.html"&gt;back to PadreBu&lt;/a&gt;.  Summer is almost over and I haven't been to a single beach trip (well, there's the company outing in Batangas a few weeks back I don't want to count that).  Loo-hoo-ser!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-107789999230773006?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/107789999230773006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=107789999230773006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/107789999230773006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/107789999230773006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/05/venting-out.html' title='Venting Out'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1863308376835673599</id><published>2007-05-14T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:38.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing Weekends</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling in love with a new hobby.  If I am to answer the what-are-your-hobbies part of a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;slam book&lt;/span&gt; (as in the ones you pass around way back in gradeschool) right now, it would say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slalom racing&lt;/span&gt; in big bold letters. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've been to three racing events with Jax*** - two at the &lt;a href="http://www.racemotorsports.com/"&gt;Shell National Slalom 2007&lt;/a&gt;  (one of which I was actually a driver-participant!) and one at the &lt;a href="http://www.shagoracing.com/"&gt;2007 Autocross Series&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time Jax and Tammy joined the race was the day after I slept over at Nix's so we (Nix and I) "watched" together.  I say watched with the quotation marks because 85% of the time we were just camwhoring and malling and motormouthing.  We'd only go to the race site whenever Jax texts or calls me to say it's almost his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rkh1IbEWwpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SBubk6dfZpk/s1600-h/week1+racing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rkh1IbEWwpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SBubk6dfZpk/s320/week1+racing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064426568543552146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;* breakfast at good old McDo ATC * ratskee girls grace the event with their appearance * camwhoring in the dressing room * lunch at kenny rogers (stuffed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; stuffed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;dba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;?) * trying on gowns  (won't forget mama hanika's scolding for being too loud inside the fitting room, thus the harassed-looking us) * mid-afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;chikahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; (yes we can't get enough!) over coffee and tea at starbucks * post-race pics (me claiming to be Tammy's driver) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second time, which was the (early) morning after Che's birthday dinner, was my least fave of all because:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uhmm..Uh.. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;burned&lt;/span&gt; my nose.  Arrgh.  Imagine getting your face burned except for the 2-inch circumference around your eyes because of your sunglasses!  Ugly, I tell you.  Grrrr... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi na&lt;/span&gt; I should've brought    my sunblock &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;, never mind if they laugh at me.  Actually, I burned my whole body - my shoulders, my arms, my back  - that I  actually looked like I just got back from the beach. *rolling eyes*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get to take as much photos (and a decent one) of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;.  I did get to record his practice run though.  (I look like I'm a bored texter in the pic below but I was really trying my best to get a good grip of my phone).   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RknFNrEWwrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eIAwt8d1RY8/s1600-h/race+week2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RknFNrEWwrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eIAwt8d1RY8/s320/race+week2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064796094644798130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that the last race was my favorite is an understatement.  I heart Tammy for being good to me and for being obedient in avoiding those pylons.  I heart Jax for being my &lt;strike&gt;masungit&lt;/strike&gt; coach.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;180! 180! Yung ganun-ganun! (referring to the sh-caine - however it's spelled)&lt;/span&gt; Haha!  Classic to, Jax.  I heart Tita Bing-Bang. I heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RknJ3LEWwsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WUg4cIWQ0U4/s1600-h/racing+weekend3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RknJ3LEWwsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WUg4cIWQ0U4/s320/racing+weekend3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064801205655880386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1st  place, Ladies' Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?  Come on, you gotta be kidding me! =)  Yup I was 1st, but then the other girl was DNF-ed.  Hehe...  Anyway, watch out for our interview at &lt;a href="http://www.studio23.tv/progprof-stoplighttv.aspx"&gt;Studio 23's Stoplight TV&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naks, feeling artistahin ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Time to be the proud girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Jax placed in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Racemotorsports' 3rd leg - Newbie and Fuel injected categories, 1st place&lt;br /&gt;Shago Racing's - Novice Stock A, 1st place&lt;br /&gt;Racemotorsports' 4th leg - Newbie category, 1st place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/14738901-1863308376835673599?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1863308376835673599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1863308376835673599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1863308376835673599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1863308376835673599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/05/friends-and-racing-weekends.html' title='Racing Weekends'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rkh1IbEWwpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SBubk6dfZpk/s72-c/week1+racing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-75328484036423804</id><published>2007-04-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:55:45.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close.</title><content type='html'>I like this feeling that I have now.&lt;br /&gt;Like everything will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least about to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having mixed emotions,&lt;br /&gt;  a huge portion of which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there. &lt;br /&gt;Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-75328484036423804?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/75328484036423804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=75328484036423804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/75328484036423804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/75328484036423804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/04/close.html' title='Close.'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7501828770656333772</id><published>2007-04-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RiOD-0REGfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Nj9boMXgx4s/s1600-h/16042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RiOD-0REGfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Nj9boMXgx4s/s320/16042007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054028322045172210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three years and six months!&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought we'd make it this far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 42nd, Jax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, you spoiled little brat!&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/14738901-7501828770656333772?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7501828770656333772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7501828770656333772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7501828770656333772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7501828770656333772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/04/forty-two.html' title='Forty Two'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RiOD-0REGfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Nj9boMXgx4s/s72-c/16042007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-9196745683624359762</id><published>2007-04-08T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:23:10.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work From Home</title><content type='html'>I'm just about done setting up my "office" here in my room.  Just a quick post (hopefully) while I'm downloading my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I left the office early last Wednesday (because I was too dizzy and useless) and I don't want to go to work tomorrow (wish me luck), I have to work from here.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bummer&lt;/span&gt;.  This isn't a good 5-day break after all.  Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan to be with Ali and relax &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt; didn't materialize because, well, my mom won't let me go cause it's holy week and she says you can't go out wherever or have fun.  I'm like a 12 year old girl who couldn't go out on a school night.  Still feeling bad because hel-lo?! it's not every week that you get to have a long weekend!  I am such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the 3 1/2-hour mass and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prusisyon&lt;/span&gt; last night (which I was forced by my mom to join), I did nothing but watch TV, eat, sleep, and surf.  I enjoyed watching &lt;a href="http://movies2.nytimes.com/gst/movies/movie.html?v_id=132263"&gt;Love Affair&lt;/a&gt; (which I decided is a must-watch with Jax, being one of my all-time faves) and &lt;a href="http://movies2.nytimes.com/gst/movies/movie.html?v_id=21874"&gt;Heart and Souls&lt;/a&gt; (I really heart Robert Downey Jr.) on HBO.  Brings back good times, as in grade-seven-good-times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bazillion things I'd like to get for myself - a new wallet, another pair of shades, the &lt;a href="http://www.lush.com.ph/body_care1.htm"&gt;Bare Naked Lady Dusting Powder from Lush&lt;/a&gt;, pair of black boots, leather case for Reese (now that it looks like I'm gonna use her more heavily in the office), light blue bag to match my &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/index.jhtml?l=nikestore,pdp,_pdp,gid-134264/pid-134263&amp;re=US&amp;amp;co=US&amp;amp;la=EN"&gt;rift sneaks&lt;/a&gt;, etc. etc. etc.  There's so much to shop for but with very little resources!... so help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for ice cream (I'd like to try &lt;a href="http://www.viloria.com/video-coldrock/"&gt;Cold Rock&lt;/a&gt; NOW).  I miss Jax.  If only he was here in Manila (err San Pedro... and then he'd drive all the way to Makati for me), I could have sweet-talked him into going to The Fort Strip by now.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work. *groan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-9196745683624359762?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/9196745683624359762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=9196745683624359762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/9196745683624359762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/9196745683624359762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-from-home.html' title='Work From Home'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-2764471084684190183</id><published>2007-04-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:31:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck at Home</title><content type='html'>I've been looking forward to this long weekend mainly because it's &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; to be away from work for a while.  There's nothing to look forward to, really, but the break is definitely well-deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happened so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Missed dinner with &lt;a href="http://www.mytwinklepop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ems&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.vitaminoverdose.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Nix&lt;/a&gt; at Alabang the other night because I was effing throwing up all afternoon .  Major BOOHOO!!!  Girls, I'm really really sorry.  I promise to make it up to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Left my phone at Jax's overnight.  I was too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;groggy&lt;/span&gt;, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visita Iglesia&lt;/span&gt; with the family, which ended with lunch at Italianni's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hoarded paper towels from KC c/o Nix.  I always loved convoys with Tammy, especially with good danceable music blasting from Reese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Finally talked to (1) Che about the recent drama series and (2) Omar about the rehabilitation of our DI water system and other career plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Wondered how &lt;a href="http://bb2.pinoybigbrother.com/"&gt;PBB&lt;/a&gt; could've aired "live" with the housemates  telling stories of their life struggles and  all..  I  mean how could  they have known  which stories would be watch-worthy enough not to cut for a commercial break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Lunch at Superbowl Blue Wave with Jax today before he left for Pangasinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Seventh Heaven marathon.  A classic - never fail to do this every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensing a  lazy lazy weekend.. and already loving it!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to &lt;a href="http://www.detectivemysterious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;'s for the weekend though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-2764471084684190183?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/2764471084684190183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=2764471084684190183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/2764471084684190183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/2764471084684190183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/04/stuck-at-home.html' title='Stuck at Home'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7597211132623225561</id><published>2007-04-02T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RhEC-cRhWcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_qH6KxFzThw/s1600-h/izzy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RhEC-cRhWcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_qH6KxFzThw/s400/izzy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048819929023863234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is why I loved her in GA... it's just like loving me!  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8348252338624804103"&gt;How bout you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/14738901-7597211132623225561?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7597211132623225561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7597211132623225561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7597211132623225561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7597211132623225561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-and-smart.html' title='Hot and Smart'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RhEC-cRhWcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_qH6KxFzThw/s72-c/izzy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-7244768498048467433</id><published>2007-03-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:35:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Borawan (Overdue)</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Borawan&lt;/span&gt; trip and already I miss it like I miss lazy-ing in my bed.  :( I would love to give a blow by blow account but that would make me crave to go back even more (and could therefore lead to possible &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; given my lack of time and moolah - yep, poor me!), I'm just gonna let pictures speak of how much of a great time we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy0x2VsLqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9ZGx9c39DHs/s1600-h/394008878_92f1c96946_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy0x2VsLqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9ZGx9c39DHs/s320/394008878_92f1c96946_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043104451241193122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beethoven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dog&lt;/span&gt; who's prolly taller than me with his arms and legs outstretched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy6umVsLsI/AAAAAAAAACI/eFrSosPfOSo/s1600-h/406732535_f6372c5795_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy6umVsLsI/AAAAAAAAACI/eFrSosPfOSo/s320/406732535_f6372c5795_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043110992476384962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in the island for a good half day and we basically just ate and slept like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy pigs&lt;/span&gt;.  (You have to excuse the fresh-from-a-night-shift driver though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy6QGVsLrI/AAAAAAAAACA/-uV0YiG0C3U/s1600-h/394017399_8e2060c918_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy6QGVsLrI/AAAAAAAAACA/-uV0YiG0C3U/s320/394017399_8e2060c918_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043110468490374834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and of course cam-whored like mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy9HmVsLtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9hEjbQzB6zM/s1600-h/406735221_2c09d428ae_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy9HmVsLtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9hEjbQzB6zM/s320/406735221_2c09d428ae_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043113620996370130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your screens are fine, people,  it's just the print on my tankini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzIiWVsLwI/AAAAAAAAACo/5Z37_fna5ds/s1600-h/393730924_7845415dcf_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzIiWVsLwI/AAAAAAAAACo/5Z37_fna5ds/s320/393730924_7845415dcf_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043126175185776386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still think The Hole was purposely there to serve as a measure of how sexy you are if you fit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzHimVsLvI/AAAAAAAAACg/HzCqRPAM2aA/s1600-h/406729423_da447f2f46_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzHimVsLvI/AAAAAAAAACg/HzCqRPAM2aA/s320/406729423_da447f2f46_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043125079969115890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Tanning Oil Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzJoWVsLxI/AAAAAAAAACw/1EvAi60QP3w/s1600-h/393999928_ece186a391_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzJoWVsLxI/AAAAAAAAACw/1EvAi60QP3w/s320/393999928_ece186a391_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043127377776619282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention camwhore already?  Our (obviously choreographed) sandy feet which took, like, 10 takes to get us content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzKc2VsLyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GJCMbepvYmM/s1600-h/393759293_92f1cb2a74_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzKc2VsLyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GJCMbepvYmM/s320/393759293_92f1cb2a74_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043128279719751458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The photographer, pleased with his work of art, wanted his own taste of a photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzLh2VsLzI/AAAAAAAAADA/xUdUq9KscYE/s1600-h/393760511_3b096fb0cc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzLh2VsLzI/AAAAAAAAADA/xUdUq9KscYE/s320/393760511_3b096fb0cc_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043129465130725170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and because we thought it was a good backdrop, we had to get one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RgEjzz7bWaI/AAAAAAAAADg/u201pJGeom0/s1600-h/393578907_7cda97feff_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RgEjzz7bWaI/AAAAAAAAADg/u201pJGeom0/s320/393578907_7cda97feff_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044352430651431330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must be one of the best mornings I've ever woken up to so far this year -  Jax and  the beach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzP42VsL0I/AAAAAAAAADI/1LU2tvQ_QUU/s1600-h/393745939_496835161f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RfzP42VsL0I/AAAAAAAAADI/1LU2tvQ_QUU/s320/393745939_496835161f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043134258314227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Koreans were saying, "This is so the life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rf_gbVby5qI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1QbkV-87HF0/s1600-h/393578901_8ac546838a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rf_gbVby5qI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1QbkV-87HF0/s320/393578901_8ac546838a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043996867893061282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexy girls on kayaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RgEf2j7bWZI/AAAAAAAAADY/tErkaOmvOo4/s1600-h/408684969_69eff4429a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/RgEf2j7bWZI/AAAAAAAAADY/tErkaOmvOo4/s320/408684969_69eff4429a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044348079849560466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay couple&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt; - what more could you ask for? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitin&lt;/span&gt; but I know we will be back again and again and again.  Right, Che? *wink!*  Friends, now that summer is here again... No, let me rephrase that because according to Dra. Arlene, summer was never gone... where to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;beachbum&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-7244768498048467433?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/7244768498048467433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=7244768498048467433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7244768498048467433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/7244768498048467433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-borawan-overdue.html' title='Back to Borawan (Overdue)'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cHz_2j21Juo/Rfy0x2VsLqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9ZGx9c39DHs/s72-c/394008878_92f1c96946_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-3235538394323421036</id><published>2007-03-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:00:31.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew It</title><content type='html'>It all comes down to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; IS A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt; WORD.&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/14738901-3235538394323421036?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/3235538394323421036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=3235538394323421036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3235538394323421036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3235538394323421036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-knew-it.html' title='I Knew It'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-444257408232445451</id><published>2007-02-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:55:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music and lyrics</title><content type='html'>This goes out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;, who claims that we have the same "destiny" (which I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt; to believe) and who shares my girl-crush for &lt;a href="http://movies.aol.com/celebrity/hugh-grant/28225/photos/music-and-lyrics-haley-bennett-as-cora-corman-stars-in-a-story-about-a-washed-up/1816135http://movies.aol.com/celebrity/hugh-grant/28225/photos/music-and-lyrics-haley-bennett-as-cora-corman-stars-in-a-story-about-a-washed-up/1816135"&gt;Cora&lt;/a&gt;. Lol. Video also found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce_DxJFdgM4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Way back into love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;   I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;   I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;   Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;   Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;   I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;   To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;   All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;   I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;   Oh oh oh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;   I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;   I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;   There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;   I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;   Not just somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;   I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;   And I'm open to your suggestions &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;   I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;   And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;   I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;   There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;   Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;   I need inspiration, not just another negotiation &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;   I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;   And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;   I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;   And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;   You know that I'll be there for you in the end&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/14738901-444257408232445451?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/444257408232445451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=444257408232445451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/444257408232445451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/444257408232445451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/02/music-and-lyrics.html' title='music and lyrics'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-693409416004719583</id><published>2007-02-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:29:16.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahs</title><content type='html'>* Watching Lisa Loeb on &lt;a href="http://blogcritics.org/archives/2006/03/05/030300.php"&gt;Number One Single&lt;/a&gt; reminded me of how I heart her, her songs, how she made wearing glasses look cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You know how when you watch movies and you hear the women characters say "I don't want to be like my mom someday." and wonder why they would say such?  I can totally relate to that, only I don't &lt;b&gt;wonder&lt;/b&gt; because I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Haven't blogged about my trip to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PadreBu/Borawan&lt;/span&gt; last weekend yet.  Ohmigosh, summer is here!!!  I'll reserve that for next post (and for when Arlene sends me the pics).  Can't wait to go b-e-a-c-h-bumming again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Want to reformat my laptop and convert it into a Mac but Don said Reese (my zen) is built for a Windows OS.  Sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Craving for ice cream now.  Almond pecan praline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-693409416004719583?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/693409416004719583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=693409416004719583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/693409416004719583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/693409416004719583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/02/blahs.html' title='blahs'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1041698469833042955</id><published>2007-02-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:40:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How are we supposed to get to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; when we can't deal with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Time really changes a lot of things, and you just have to cope.  And hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/14738901-1041698469833042955?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1041698469833042955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1041698469833042955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1041698469833042955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1041698469833042955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-thinking.html' title='Me Thinking...'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-1052614641658235548</id><published>2007-02-03T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:32:34.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while.  I've been wanting to post something new for weeks but I just couldn't find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now.. what do you do when you're killing time here at &lt;a href="http://www.dell.com/"&gt;Dell&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;strike&gt;your new office&lt;/strike&gt;) at 2:49am ???  You blog, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's happening in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt;, actually.  Let's see.. uhm, in the past month, I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotten used to Jax having a different time zone than I am (we get to see each other more often though, sometimes everyday even)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;launched my first project/assignment at work thanks to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kums angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had dinner at Heaven and Eggs with (whoelse) Nix and Ems, followed by a sleepover at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished two light novels, &lt;a href="http://www.kabayancentral.com/book/others/mb9270608.html"&gt;Drama Queen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.divisoria.net/almabtaftse.html"&gt;Almost Married&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cried, complained, hated and (now trying to) suck up to my boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turned ANTM-ish during my shopping sesh for shoes and kikay clothes with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jax the fashion consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally claimed my starbucks planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had trouble sleeping because I was coughing and puffing all night (still am, a bit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrated my mom's birthday at Gilligan's with Tito Ben, Tita D, and Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gone halfway through Prisonbreak Season 1 (could've finished it if not for the uncooperative disk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met my brother's girlfriend's parents over dinner at Pantalan (mind you, with my parents suddenly all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma-chika&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planned a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Borawan&lt;/span&gt; getaway with my highschool friends set this Feb - Super Yay! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gone as far as Episode 7 in GA Season3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;performed several psycho-analyses of myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;experienced being a child again, playing badminton in the street, riding bikes... or was it for the first time since I never really got to play outside when I was a kid?  lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enough of that.  Now it's Feb and here's to the coming weeks... Woohoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-1052614641658235548?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/1052614641658235548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=1052614641658235548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1052614641658235548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/1052614641658235548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/02/recall.html' title='Recall'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-3144622856385128914</id><published>2007-01-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:26:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy... NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Over Sukiyakidon and Gyudon at Tempura Grill tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl:&lt;/span&gt;  You love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jax:&lt;/span&gt;  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearl:&lt;/span&gt;  How much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jax: &lt;/span&gt; Piso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearl:&lt;/span&gt;  Ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jax:&lt;/span&gt;  E alam mo naman ang piso ngayon... wala nang value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pearl&lt;/span&gt;:  So wala lang ako?  Ipamimigay mo lang ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jax:&lt;/span&gt;  Hindi... wala ngang value e, e d &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-3144622856385128914?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/3144622856385128914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=3144622856385128914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3144622856385128914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3144622856385128914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheesy-not.html' title='Cheesy... NOT!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-4024276082570008231</id><published>2007-01-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:39:19.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this year 2007...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you will be turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in what month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how do you feel about turning that age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'm getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&gt;&gt;resolutions&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lose weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exercise more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yep, but i would prefer dance classes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get a better job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* haha! let's see. i'm still trying to stay positive about my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to school/college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* psych-educ hopefully by second sem, but it still depends on... *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quit smoking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* don't have to. i don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quit drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i don't do this either. (wholesome&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ako!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have any other resolutions? or no resolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* hmmm.. i have a few popping on my mind right now but i haven't really gathered my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you going to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* wish i could say yes already but uhm.. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buy a house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* someone else is taking care of this for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move out on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i want to! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;graduate from school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see your child graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yup, but that's still a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any other major things going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i don't know if the changes happening now could be considered major. i'd like to think i'm just over-analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and lastly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you have any hopes for 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yep. a lot, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i hope it turns out to be a better one for me - financially, physically, emotionally, spritually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything you want to declare about 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it's not gonna end so-so this time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-4024276082570008231?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/4024276082570008231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=4024276082570008231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4024276082570008231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/4024276082570008231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-year-2007.html' title='this year 2007...'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-71617222894110977</id><published>2006-12-31T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:08:44.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Now that we're just 7 hours away from ending &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help but look back at what this year has been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I would say this is definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my year. I've practically come close to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; in my career (I actually considered moving to an entirely different job!) which sent me to tears every other day.  Most of the supposedly special occasions turned out to be  all plain (if not disastrous) that it was barely felt.  My love life was, at one point or another, a tough series of roller coaster rides.  I was perpetually broke, having to pay my never-ending credit card bills.  The list goes on, and now as I try to recall I'm wondering how I got through the whole year with this feeling of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not-happy happiness&lt;/span&gt;, if there is such a term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are also other things I would want to keep memories of.  Like when Jax got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Tammy&lt;/span&gt;, the new love of his life, with whom I am very much jealous of.  Or when my cousin and her family came home from the US  and we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;big-girl conversations&lt;/span&gt; (unlike the ones we had years ago when our main concerns were just clothes and stuff) to our hearts' content.  Or that much-awaited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PadreBu&lt;/span&gt; trip (which must MUST have a part 2 this January) with my bestest HS girl friends.  Or this good break at my new company (let's see what I'll have to say by the end of 2007 - haha).  Good times.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm going through a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt; - those kind that need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 3 A's&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absorption, acceptance, and adjustment&lt;/span&gt;.  I know, too, that there's more to come and I may have to deal with more than what I can handle.  Life's like that, I guess.  It never runs out of tests to see if you can come out alive.  That's with God's help, of course.  I was reading my &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml"&gt;Daily Bread&lt;/a&gt; last night and I was enlightened with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are three things a person needs to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something to do&lt;/span&gt; - meaningful work or helping others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone to love&lt;/span&gt; - someone to whom we can give of ourselves, such as a spouse, a child, or a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something to look forward to&lt;/span&gt; - a vacation, a visit from a loved one, improved health, the realization of a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I said earlier, I'm not very happy with the year that's passed. But I'm not unhappy either. It's just not my year to shine, but I am thankful because I do and will always have that something to do, love, and look forward to... Bring it on, 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year, people!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oink away! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-71617222894110977?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/71617222894110977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=71617222894110977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/71617222894110977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/71617222894110977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-3658184817128167105</id><published>2006-12-26T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:56:06.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Holidays, everyone!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all my 25 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;es, this must have been the least felt, the reasons of which are the following:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Not a single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simbang gabi&lt;/span&gt; for me.  Well, aside from my "new faith", my 7 am to (indefinite) pm office sched made it impossible.  Even the traditional christmas eve mass was gone because we were at my cousins' for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noche buena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was totally unprepared for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously. I was out doing last-minute shopping until the 24th (hence first thing I did when I woke up on christmas day was wrap gifts).  I wanted to make goodie bags for my non-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ninang&lt;/span&gt; kids but I didn't have time.  Even the old clothes I wanted to pack for street children was left undone.  Talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;holiday time management&lt;/span&gt;.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stress from work. 'Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitin&lt;/span&gt; holiday break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I don't want to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the grinch&lt;/span&gt; anymore.  It's just that well, christmas used to be my favorite time of the year.  Now it's just an ordinary day passing me by.  Hay.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-3658184817128167105?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/3658184817128167105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=3658184817128167105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3658184817128167105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3658184817128167105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-blahs.html' title='christmas blahs'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-6650945965157754333</id><published>2006-12-07T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:48:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want</title><content type='html'>for christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; case for my zen&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; ultra-soft soles sandals from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt; - forgot the brand, saw this in SM a month ago&lt;br /&gt;3. duffel bag or any semi-sporty bag which can house my office uniform everyday&lt;br /&gt;4. the 2007 Starbucks planner!!! (they're &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.ph/viItem?ItemId=220054521540"&gt;actually selling this on e-bay&lt;/a&gt;?!?? OA!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. memory upgrade for my laptop&lt;br /&gt;6. a pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;baby dolls&lt;/span&gt; - good to go when changing from street clothes to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kundoktor&lt;/span&gt; outfit (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; leather wallet, preferably from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Fino&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp;jsessionid=HNAKVY2INQPYDULSIIXFAFOROJBC0UP4?productId=prod5290019&amp;categoryId=search"&gt;Body Shop's Cranberry Brilliance Powder (limited edition)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. facial, hair and nails treatment, foot spa, and full body massage (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ay ayokong magpa-&lt;/span&gt;pamper!)&lt;br /&gt;10. stuff for my cube - pens &amp; clips organizer,  cellphone holder, and small picture frame&lt;br /&gt;11. a whole bag full of &lt;a href="http://www.storck.com/en/brand/toffifee/index.php"&gt;Toffifee&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;12. more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dupe's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too late to make this wish list come true eh? No worries... Of course cash will always be accepted. *wink!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-6650945965157754333?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/6650945965157754333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=6650945965157754333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6650945965157754333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/6650945965157754333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want.html' title='All I Want'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-3799827037112990862</id><published>2006-12-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:30:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating the B</title><content type='html'>Is this a sign??!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 61%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is a total bummer, and probably the worst job you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Your co-workers stink. Your boss is a jerk. And your company is probably in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Think about finding a new job quickly, even if it's just a not-so-great transition job.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get out of there as quickly as you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/"&gt;Should You Quit Your Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-3799827037112990862?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/3799827037112990862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=3799827037112990862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3799827037112990862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/3799827037112990862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/12/hating-b.html' title='Hating the B'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116489029756317402</id><published>2006-11-30T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:26:24.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indecisive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I get &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.ph/cyber-shot/detail.asp?product_id=1148&amp;cat_id=1&amp;amp;subcat_id=1&amp;subcat2_id=0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=213&amp;amp;subcategory=214&amp;product=14331"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't make up my mind as to what gift I'm gonna get for myself this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone willing to make my life easier by getting me any one of these?  Or perhaps both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-116489029756317402?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116489029756317402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116489029756317402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116489029756317402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116489029756317402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/11/indecisive.html' title='indecisive'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116471570924548119</id><published>2006-11-28T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:08:29.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>Whew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I've had a maximum of 5 hours of sleep a night (thus creating zombie-like eyes) , a pile-load of reports that are impossible to finish in 8 office hours (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without break, mind you)&lt;/span&gt;, and a spamming boss who's so full of himself he just wouldn't stop talking.  Needless to say, it was a full 2 weeks gone &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, of course there were the occasional high's care of Jax but even those had its quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm glad it's almost over now.  I temporarily got another assistant and I'm back on track.  I'm slowly creeping back to my original plans and hopefully my projects will come in by end this year.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*keeping my fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch today, the manager of a different department came up to me and asked me something about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex-employer&lt;/span&gt;.  Apparently, she's been interviewing a bunch of people from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; company and was wondering why everybody seems to be wanting to get out.  Anyway, what's interesting is that, I learned that before I got hired here, two departments (hers and my current dep) have been arguing who's gonna take me.  Now that's something to smile about!  If I don't like my current job in, give or take, 5 months,  I could always ask her to take me.  After all, she just mentioned to me earlier that they still have an open position (for me) in case I change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just can't not mention (knowing me, being the proudest girlfriend that I am) that my Jax is moving soon too.  Congratulations and cheers to D's spankin' new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  Yes baby, I will make you get used to it.  Ohmygosh I am just so proud of you.  Guess I'll be seeing more of MOA in the next months?!... *wink!*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-116471570924548119?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116471570924548119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116471570924548119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116471570924548119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116471570924548119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/11/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116420138642859583</id><published>2006-11-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:18:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tags for three</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;little&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the going gets &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes  nothing could be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/pearl-jax%20at%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/pearl-jax%20at%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;mcDo. hash brown. hot choco. drizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;bag of beans. blueberry cheesecake. butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;entrepreneur. soft white pillows. iced tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;cypress. gbr. ojo. eagle ridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;microtel. lounge. tv. pearl-tamiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;hotdog. barbecue. nagaraya. isaw. c2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;rochelle. doc. charlie. ghie. gov drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;cliffhouse. buon giorno. sitti. cruising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;microbar. royal serenity spa. massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;multi-purpose hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mini donuts. shawarma. my first wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14738901-116420138642859583?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116420138642859583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116420138642859583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116420138642859583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116420138642859583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/11/tags-for-three.html' title='tags for three'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116248057582811692</id><published>2006-11-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:39:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 to 7</title><content type='html'>I've been busy.  Obviously.  So I'll try to make up for lost time.  Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened to me lately, so much that I still remember everything from Day1 I was in hiatus blogging mode.   Those and etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;.  Got to see &lt;a href="http://www.rebecca.i.ph"&gt;Bec&lt;/a&gt; after 48 long years.  First time I went to her place for the fiesta a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; videoke event of the year.  What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumanta&lt;/span&gt; until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; grabs the microphone away from us?!?  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/10152006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/10152006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;.  Ate Hazel, Ching ching, and Jan finally left for Sing.  I was able to talk to the kids while they were on their way to the airport and my tear ducts didn't behave as I told it to.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss these babies now&lt;/span&gt;.  Really, really do.  I'm still trying to get used to the idea that I won't be seeing them during family affairs.  *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/0107072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/0107072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;.  And getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; (Love you baby!).  Jax and I just turned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;36 months&lt;/span&gt;!!!  After a lot of precious company hours wasted, the plans finally pushed through.  It was nothing really grand (well relatively, compared to our previous out-of-town anniversary trips) but it was very much anticipated.  More on that on my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-ad.slide.com&amp;channel=8248749&amp;cy=ms&amp;il=1" width="365" height="275" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:365px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=8248749&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=16&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/h2/8248749/ms_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=8248749&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=16&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=8248749&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=16&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;.  I've finally moved to &lt;a href="http://www.avon.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; company for women&lt;/a&gt;.    It's only been a week and  I feel like I've been there long enough.  Well, for starters, I didn't get to the &lt;a href="http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/10/list.html"&gt;meet and greet dinner&lt;/a&gt; because the Skyway was uncooperative and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt; wasn't in favor of my plans.   In a short span of time, I had the advanced HR orientation for a day, was sent out to explore the people and plant on my own, met my assistant (yup how cool is that?!!) who will be leaving in like two weeks (still haven't figured out how to go about without her), &lt;strike&gt;studied&lt;/strike&gt; tried to understand the ins and outs of MACPAC, went to the MA team building in &lt;a href="http://www.mmldc.org"&gt;Antipolo&lt;/a&gt;, and met new first-level (not-betting-on-going-to-second-level) friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/PICT0086.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/PICT0086.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't make a rundown of these people because the truth is, I haven't quite memorized all their names.  Seriously.  I just posed for the heck of it. Evil. Kidding.  Anyways... I haven't met my boss yet (I'm currently directly reporting to the group manager/director) and I can't wait to meet him because we have to have a long serious talk about my JD.  And yeah in case you're wondering, so far I'm doing fine with the Makati-Calamba-Makati shuttle everyday set-up.  Not complaining.  Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt;.  Two birthday dinners for the same person...  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;a href="http://www.vitaminoverdose.blogdrive.com"&gt;Nixie&lt;/a&gt;!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jax and I managed to drop by her house on the day of her birthday and then post-celeb dinner + coffee that same week.   I swear, talking non-stop overnight will never be enough for the Ratskee  girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/DSC02334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/DSC02334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt;.  Currently addicted slash keeping myself busy with:  &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt; and The Incident of the Dog in the Night Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven&lt;/span&gt;.  We're now on &lt;a href="http://www.smart.com.ph/SMART/Services/SmartBro/"&gt;broadband&lt;/a&gt;!  Finally.  Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have missed a lot of other things to blog about but this is it for now.  I wonder if I'd still be able to update my blog in the next few months to come.  Let's see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-116248057582811692?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116248057582811692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116248057582811692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116248057582811692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116248057582811692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-to-7.html' title='1 to 7'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116078858929111107</id><published>2006-10-14T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:14:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win Some, Lose Some</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Was supposed to post this long ago (101406):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt; at MJ.  I've been making &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mental countdowns&lt;/span&gt; since Monday and I admit, the  nearer October 13th came, the more sad I felt.  It's quite ironic really, since I've been &lt;strike&gt;desperately&lt;/strike&gt; looking for a job since middle of this year, and now that I'm finally moving, I get a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pseudo-mother and father threw a goodbye lunch (party) for me at &lt;a href="http://www.clipcast.ph/?playtyp=s&amp;shcatid=1&amp;amp;mnshid=&amp;SHWID=11"&gt;Amici&lt;/a&gt;.  The food was great (highly comparable to Cantinetta but 1/4 less pricey) but I refuse to describe it here as I feel it deserves a separate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/farewell%20lunch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/farewell%20lunch.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the office, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;going away prese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nts&lt;/span&gt; started to pour in - the blue-leather Starbucks mug from Will and Grace (love it!), the silver bear necklace from mareng Ria, the &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/search/index.jsp?kwCatId=&amp;kw=vanilla%20sugar&amp;amp;origkw=vanilla%20sugar"&gt;warm vanilla sugar lotion&lt;/a&gt; from Mama Beth,  and the autographed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Daily Bread&lt;/span&gt; from Kath.  I cannot recall of a time I was surrounded by people as warm as these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most difficult part in saying goodbye is saying so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  As I went on to every cube to say my "last words", Papa Willie's being the first stop,  tears  unexpectedly started to well up in my eyes.   I guess it was because when I looked in his eyes I could almost see tears as well (or was it just my imagination?) when he said, "Good luck.  Thanks so much for everything."  Mother Grace gave me a hug and her waterworks opened up as well.  It was a little weird, really, having to see your boss like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating from highschool left an exciting feeling, finishing college was more of big relief, leaving my first job was something I looked forward to, but this one was definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heavier&lt;/span&gt; in my heart.  I know I will be moving to a (supposedly) better place.  No more late trials on my birthday, but then no more birthday surprises too.   No more  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kums&lt;/span&gt; corner meetings but that means I may not have wonderful friendships like the ones I've made in MJ.  But well, guess it's true what they say... "You win some, you lose some."  Life's like that. DWI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/07212006%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/200/07212006%28002%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;This will be missed. Same goes with the rest of my MJ friends.&lt;/span&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/14738901-116078858929111107?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116078858929111107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116078858929111107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116078858929111107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116078858929111107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/10/win-some-lose-some.html' title='Win Some, Lose Some'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116057635162754253</id><published>2006-10-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:19:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lohan-ish (Yesterday)</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I just watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397078/"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/a&gt; last weekend...  hence, the post title.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;positive thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember when this started, as if the turn of events are conspiring against the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; forces and instead are starting to happen  in favor of me.&lt;br /&gt;(Well except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Plant Trial Devil&lt;/span&gt; who attacked me last week.)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I'm relaxed and cool and composed again.&lt;br /&gt;I own my time now.  Well, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;bad eggs&lt;/span&gt;.  Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;Three days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more trials&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This time around it's starting to get a little sad.  Just a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ching2&lt;/span&gt;:  (pointing to John Lloyd in &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbn.com"&gt;the new Channel2 teleserye&lt;/a&gt;)  Ninang May, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pogi&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt; John Lloyd?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ching2&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt;? (putting her finger on the screen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ching2&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinong mas gusto mo, si Tito AJ o sya&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si tito AJ syempre&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly why I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;crazy as hell&lt;/span&gt; about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-116057635162754253?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116057635162754253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116057635162754253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116057635162754253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116057635162754253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/10/lohan-ish-yesterday.html' title='Lohan-ish (Yesterday)'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-116040445628424698</id><published>2006-10-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:20:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bazillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things I'm itchin to blog about since that stupid blackout but I never had (and still don't have) the luxury of time so I'll have to settle for yet another numbered list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Things I did during the long (get this: minus 1/4 worth of our electric bill) power failure:&lt;br /&gt;.:. played &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;DoTA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Time Crisis&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; Milenyo's peak&lt;br /&gt;.:. watched cars and bikes outside the mall, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;half-floating&lt;/span&gt; through the flood &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; Milenyo's peak&lt;br /&gt;.:. acted like we were some media people looking for news article-worthy sightings right &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;Milenyo's peak&lt;br /&gt;.:. re-read &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Cosmo&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;T3&lt;/span&gt; magazines I've been ignoring on "bright" days, sometimes with a flashlight&lt;br /&gt;.:. showers in the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;dark &lt;/span&gt;(and choosing an outfit has never been that difficult a task)&lt;br /&gt;.:. binged on my mom's famous &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;tacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:. helped Jax make his &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;kick-ass&lt;/span&gt; resume outside my house using Tammy's open trunk as desk&lt;br /&gt;.:. lots of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;candle-lit&lt;/span&gt; dinners&lt;br /&gt;.:. watched &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the break-up&lt;/span&gt; in the car&lt;br /&gt;.:. watched &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the break-up&lt;/span&gt; in Don's ipod&lt;br /&gt;.:. went from my house to Select in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Makati Avenue&lt;/span&gt; just for a cold rootbeer in can&lt;br /&gt;.:. several &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;McDo&lt;/span&gt; dinners via drive-thru&lt;br /&gt;.:. cooling-body-temp &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tambays&lt;/span&gt; in Don's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't remember the last time, or if I've ever, declared a day as the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;worst I've had in my entire life&lt;/span&gt; (although there's a very big possibility I must've way back in college) but if it was to be the most recent one, it was last &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. I was so effing tired from the plant trial, feeling all icky with oil and grime, with barely 2 hours of sleep, a tampururot-ing baby, and the thought that I was to repeat the whole process the following week AND going home to a house with no electricity... it cannot get any worse, could it? By the end of the day, I was so freakin fragile that I broke into tears. Scrubs suits and all. At the middle of the laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh my nuts, it's just days before &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;! I've actually been waking up to christmas songs, thanks to my dad, for two weeks now and I kinda like the feeling it's giving me. I have a couple more items in my must-have list, the never-ending credit card and phone bills, and the splurge dinners with Jax but nevertheless, I'm definitely starting on my christmas list soon. *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have four more days to endure. Four friggin days. It's a wild &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;mix of emotions&lt;/span&gt;, really. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt; to leave friends behind, anxious of the new culture, hesitant of the yet-to-be-known pressure, happy about finally being "free", quite impressed with the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;"meet and greet"&lt;/span&gt; thingy, excited to explore the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;greener pastures&lt;/span&gt;, wondering how to deal with new bosses, and scared about keeping the most important thing in my life. But I have to push all these thoughts aside for now. I have a feeling &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;God is putting me exactly where I should be&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-116040445628424698?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/116040445628424698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=116040445628424698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116040445628424698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/116040445628424698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/10/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115983706349486580</id><published>2006-10-03T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:57:43.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; big time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to watch &lt;a href="http://www.realitytvworld.com/americasnexttopmodel5/"&gt;ANTM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't dry my hair&lt;br /&gt;Melted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate mousse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No phone, a/c, and cable&lt;br /&gt;Missing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ice-cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How inconvenient can this get??? I actually like it dimmer than brighter, but definitely not this &lt;strong&gt;Milenyo-induced&lt;/strong&gt; one.  More on my &lt;strong&gt;blackout&lt;/strong&gt; activities (or lack thereof) when I finish charging my laptop... Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115983706349486580?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115983706349486580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115983706349486580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115983706349486580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115983706349486580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/10/stagnant.html' title='Stagnant'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115919350047197052</id><published>2006-09-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:11:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ninang May, gift ko?  Kelan ka punta dito?  Ma-mi-miss kita pag nasa Singapore na kami." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unexpectedly, tears welled up in my eyes when I talked to her (over the phone).  My cousin and her family are migrating to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  They're leaving in less than a month.  When I first heard about it, I knew I'm bound to get all melancholy about it but I have to admit, I never thought it would be as much as I felt when I heard my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;adorable niece&lt;/span&gt; say that.  Like her mom who used to share my bedroom with me (also the person who made me cry when she tagged me along on a date when I was like 12 years old because I wanted to go home - yup bratty me), Ching-ching has always been capable of putting a smile on my face whenever I'm feeling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm surely going to miss her and  her cutest-boy-in-the-world brother.  Aaaaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Minsan  ang pogi pogi naman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't help but smile when Ava (Jax's little sis) whispered this to me after calling her kuya, "Panget!" while watching him read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; storybook.  Cute.  Sometimes this naughty girl just says something that makes me go, "Whoa!  You really thought of that??!"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta.  Natuwa ako kasi pogi daw si Jax&lt;/span&gt;.  Same taste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt; kami. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"We'll make it through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best line I heard the whole weekend.  Like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, he said it half-asleep while never letting go of my hand.  And then I melted in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115919350047197052?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115919350047197052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115919350047197052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115919350047197052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115919350047197052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-talk.html' title='Baby Talk'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115875675300539656</id><published>2006-09-20T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:52:33.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny bits</title><content type='html'>I so love Axe's new commercial with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ben Affleck&lt;/span&gt; on it.  Just adorable! I am so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; of Jennifer Garner right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between a &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; message and a testimonial.  Or do you still want me to define it more extensively for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking of a nice place to go 26 days from now.  Suggestions are more than welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw our &lt;a href="http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-again.html"&gt;fave motormouthing spot&lt;/a&gt; in a commercial.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;libero bumper&lt;/span&gt; coming up! *wink* --&gt; Love you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.mytwinklepop.blogspot.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; is all giddy and I'm happy for her.  I hope it's the real thing, girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions as my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt; is nearing.  Hmmm... my boss isn't replying to my text message.  She prolly wants to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; me now.  (part of me wants to have that devilish laugh but a &lt;strike&gt;bigger&lt;/strike&gt; part is feeling bit guilty - guess I'm not as mean as I thought?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, make the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; make up its mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115875675300539656?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115875675300539656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115875675300539656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115875675300539656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115875675300539656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/tiny-bits.html' title='tiny bits'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115801569887837310</id><published>2006-09-12T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:16:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;25 Things You Didn't Know About Jax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also the things I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; about him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He loves his &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; so much, to the point of sacrificing his wants for their wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; little way he says "Pearl, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;buhok&lt;/span&gt;!" when he's sleeping beside me and my hair brushes his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He always has to have something to read while&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; unloading&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. His favorite color is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Even his bedroom wall is screaming &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He doesn't mind going around the mall with me, be it in the ladies', textiles, or kitchen appliances section - except when he's hungry or sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He has a soft, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;soft spot&lt;/span&gt; for street children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. His arm is literally made of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;steel&lt;/span&gt; since he broke it during a basketball game in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He's such a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;. Get it right the first time. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;glasses&lt;/span&gt; + the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;cute smirk&lt;/span&gt; showing his dimples + &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt; comments = Oh baby you're driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He knows what looks good on him without being too &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;metrosexual&lt;/span&gt; - the exact length of his polo shirt sleeves, the proper cut of his pants, the right color of his shoes, or the best way to style his hair. Interestingly though, no matter how weird or flashy the look is, he can carry it well. (or am I just loving my own? Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. He's capable of making &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;quick &lt;strong&gt;2-minute&lt;/strong&gt; showers&lt;/span&gt;... Yes you may join me in figuring out how the hell he does that with his 6'1" frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. He can maneuver the steering wheel with his knees while eating inside the car. Talk about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;multi-tasking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. His scent is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Victoria's Secret Garden Vanilla Lace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Apparently, he solved the "a/c not cold enough" issue in Ford's J48 models. No re-occurrence for 2006. (Am I getting this info right, Jax?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. He's the most &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;strict&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;conservative&lt;/span&gt; kuya (and boyfriend) in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. He has naturally &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;silky-smooth hairless legs&lt;/span&gt;. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He drinks with 2 straws, sipping soda using both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. One of his favorite snacks is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;ice cubes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. His get-up isn't complete without a belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He's probably the only person I know who could say "Wait, sir. I'm not yet done with my presentation." to the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;president&lt;/span&gt; of the company he's working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Unless the reason he's staring into space is because he's thinking about how something works or the next project he will be working on, you can't keep him in one place doing nothing longer than 10 minutes tops. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Hyper-active&lt;/span&gt; kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Once he falls in love with a particular &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;, he becomes committed to it and wouldn't try anything else. Take, for example, my mouth-watering adobo... *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Spoiled. Spoiled. Spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. He's a baby elephant reincarnate... how he always calls me to sit or lie really close to him. It has always been a rule that a part of our body should always touch. Absolutely &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;no spaces&lt;/span&gt; in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He may have a lot of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ideas and comments about anything under the sun but deep down, he's really just a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;kind-hearted little boy&lt;/span&gt;, whose means of showing &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is beyond words. Sometimes it's quite hard to tell, sometimes it requires a lot of trust, sometimes he doesn't come across the way he's been meaning to, sometimes he has a different way of expression (or lack thereof). But then again, isn't it &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; that only &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; could ever understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/happy%20bday%20jax%21.0.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love you my JAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You will always be special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HapPy BiRthdAy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*kisses*&lt;/span&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/14738901-115801569887837310?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115801569887837310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115801569887837310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115801569887837310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115801569887837310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-bday-boy.html' title='my bday boy'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115768216125008646</id><published>2006-09-08T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:25:38.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeb What?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/Celebrity%20Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/Celebrity%20Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I don't think so... I'm way prettier than them. Hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In that case, my face must have been seen in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's All That and Babysitter's Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bev Hills 90210 and Mall Rats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad Love, 50 First Dates, Ever After, and Wedding Singers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My So-Called Life and Mob Squad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MTV singing I'm Like A Bird and Promiscuous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or any Japanese songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or acting in some Japanese TV show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm... I thought I looked more Chinese rather than Japanese,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;err... Japanese than Caucasian! Duh?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115768216125008646?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115768216125008646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115768216125008646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115768216125008646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115768216125008646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/celeb-what.html' title='Celeb What?!?'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115759049140047054</id><published>2006-09-07T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:54:51.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumble Bubble</title><content type='html'>Just discovered that the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;high chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; works wonders for me and Jax.  *wink*  Can't wait to get our pictures next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche or not cliche:  Good things come to those who wait.  The best revenge is success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Deal or No Deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I am now).  Not that I'm a fan, really, but because the past days I've been busy with jobhunting (for the future) and job-slaving (now. ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of friends' and loved ones' birthdays coming up.  My theory: Couples usually have their weddings in December, try to get pregnant in about a month and then 9 months later... Voila! Either that or in December, everybody's just in the mood to procreate.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Alex, Jape, and Ms Ilian&lt;br /&gt;6 - Pia&lt;br /&gt;7 - Tito Meo&lt;br /&gt;8 - Don, Jimbo, and Miko&lt;br /&gt;12 - Jax&lt;br /&gt;29 - Ate Hazel and Kay Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wedding fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going on here in the office now.  There's Ria, Mae, and uhm.. ok Grace too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the &lt;a href="http://www.afex.com.ph"&gt;Asia Food Expo&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  Aside from packaging equipment and materials for my projects, I hope I can pick-up a thing or two from the business opportunuties to be presented as well. *puts on glasses - serious look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115759049140047054?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115759049140047054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115759049140047054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115759049140047054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115759049140047054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/mumble-bubble.html' title='Mumble Bubble'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115712585076335538</id><published>2006-09-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:50:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURRS</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of the first ~ber month and  I can smell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; already.  Barely 4 months and we're off to 2007!  Looking back at the new year's resolutions I made this year, I want to check on how much I've accomplished (if there's any at all):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On pampering myself&lt;/span&gt; - I still haven't gone back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kikayland&lt;/span&gt; like in highschool (my kikay curve must be sloping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steeply&lt;/span&gt; downwards) and my manager occasionally still teases me about being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomboy&lt;/span&gt; but I think I have improved somehow.  Let's just say I'm midway between the glamour/posh/stylish woman and boyish/simple/lipgloss-only girl type and I like it that way.  Oh and I am so addicted to layering with B&amp;B!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The chef in me&lt;/span&gt; - I  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; practicing now.  Honest!  And I have Jax to thank for being supportive of me.  Even if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's the thought or rather, the intention, counts"&lt;/span&gt; does not apply to him, he motivates err pressures me to do my best in this department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saving up&lt;/span&gt; - This one I am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;, hands down.  Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EQ-ness&lt;/span&gt; - Sometimes it still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;strikes&lt;/span&gt; but I don't let it get the best of me.  It really helps to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;.  I would say I'm getting there... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of my blanket&lt;/span&gt; - Hmmm... On my views about life in general, I believe I've been more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; in a lot of aspects and I have learned to take bold actions towards my goals.  Oh well... I've already done my part and I'm really just waiting for that &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that, depending on God's ultimate plan for me, could change my life.  Well, for the most part of my current status, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  Am I doing great?  Uhm, I would say so-so.  Some days I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;contented&lt;/span&gt; but then again other days a bit restless and sad and frustrated.  I'm not making sense again, am I?  Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other things I'm looking forward to for the rest of the year:&lt;br /&gt;- tomorrow's event (exagg ito)&lt;br /&gt;- September birthdays (practically a good 1/4 of people in my friendster network are celebrating this month)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; 36th month&lt;br /&gt;- christmas and the yuletide season&lt;br /&gt;- (hopefully) more vacay's *dream on!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115712585076335538?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115712585076335538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115712585076335538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115712585076335538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115712585076335538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/09/burrs.html' title='BURRS'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115691433196539460</id><published>2006-08-30T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:05:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/wedding%20expo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/wedding%20expo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Need I say more? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/14738901-115691433196539460?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115691433196539460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115691433196539460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115691433196539460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115691433196539460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-im-excited.html' title='Why I&apos;m Excited'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115676966604395899</id><published>2006-08-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:54:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted!</title><content type='html'>A little bird told my bosses that I applied to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company X &lt;/span&gt;just this year.  Naturally, they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wide-eyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(in disbelief)&lt;/span&gt;.  They probably weren't expecting I actually want to get my a*s out of this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;glamorous &lt;/span&gt;rut *rolling eyes*.  Anyways, I've been stressing about it the whole weekend, trying to fugure out how I'm supposed to "explain" (make it sound like it's the last thing I would do) in case they confront me  about it... but then I realized  I don't and won't give a damn.  Err.. I'll try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been waiting for this for quite sometime and I could only hope and pray that it brings me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where I'm supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;.   This time, I'm just gonna let God do the driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a totally different note, I'm so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;about this weekend's event(s).  Can't wait!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115676966604395899?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115676966604395899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115676966604395899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115676966604395899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115676966604395899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/busted.html' title='Busted!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115634642520432401</id><published>2006-08-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:09:57.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/ratskees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/ratskees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;mean girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;pancake house alabang&lt;/span&gt; (by far the best place for &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;motormouthing&lt;/span&gt; - the hell we care if the rest of the world could hear our &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;animated&lt;/span&gt; stories) for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"&gt;late brunch&lt;/span&gt; last sunday. there goes the single-but-unavailable &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt;, the now-chinky-eyed &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;hanika&lt;/span&gt;, and the same old will-always-be drama queen &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115634642520432401?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115634642520432401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115634642520432401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115634642520432401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115634642520432401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115617382082993575</id><published>2006-08-21T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:23:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking For Dummies</title><content type='html'>1.  Self-help &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cook books&lt;/span&gt; are there for a reason.  Don't act like a know-it-all (yup no matter how "simple" you think your dish is supposed to be). &lt;br /&gt;2. There &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; such a thing as proper ratio.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook slow, don't rush.  No abrupt temperature changes.  The way Jax explains it to me, there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;science&lt;/span&gt; in cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my attempt to keep Jax &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; in his new apartment (he's moved in with his DotA buddies and believe me, they are THAT busy playing that he "forgets" to have dinner), I spent some time in the kitchen tonight so he could bring some ready-to-heat food.  Well well... you know what happens when the girl-who-couldn't-even-get-instant-noodles-right do this right?  Let's just say Jax ended up barging in the kitchen, refusing NOT to leave so he could do the remedy for the non-tastebud-stimulating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adobo&lt;/span&gt; himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little frustrating, really, especially since I intend to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;domesticated&lt;/span&gt; wife and mom someday.  Yup, you heard it right, the kikay-maarte-pa-cute girl just wants to be the simple housewife.  Therefore, more cooking sesh coming... hopefully not as disastrous anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115617382082993575?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115617382082993575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115617382082993575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115617382082993575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115617382082993575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/cooking-for-dummies.html' title='Cooking For Dummies'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115588302419975237</id><published>2006-08-18T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:38:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure yet how I'm going to spend this &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;long weekend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter in my sidebar reads &lt;strong&gt;58 days&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if _ _ _ is really &lt;strong&gt;getting married&lt;/strong&gt; soon? Is that what the announcement is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These crampity cramps cramps are killing me. Sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close &lt;em&gt;na kami&lt;/em&gt; ni Globe, IT is the only one patiently texting me today. Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to do a validation report if I wasn't present during the actual validation!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115588302419975237?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115588302419975237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115588302419975237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115588302419975237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115588302419975237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/spinning.html' title='Spinning'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115565432726637263</id><published>2006-08-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:05:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Culprit</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with Arlene.  As always, I did 60-70% of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; (and in that particular case earlier, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wailing&lt;/span&gt;) and doctora listened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how I had a hard time sleeping last night and tried to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116695/"&gt;Jerry Maguire&lt;/a&gt; (for the nth time) on Don's ipod in my attempt to get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;shut-eye&lt;/span&gt; but found myself unsuccessful and instead ended up throwing up in the kitchen sink.  I know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eeeew&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how I woke up with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;banging headache&lt;/span&gt; but managed to get up and take a bath thinking that it must be just because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how I had corned beef and fried rice for breakfast and went to the office looking like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m e s s&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how &lt;strike&gt;guilty&lt;/strike&gt; I felt after gulping down 3/4 of my Starbucks Java Chip Frapuccino, thus leaving me unable to have a decent chicken-and-oh-lots-of-gravy lunch and then throwing up on the girl's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how I spent the rest of the afternoon clutching my tummy in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her those and a whole lot of other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;animated expressions &lt;/span&gt;that went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we hung up, she SMS-ed me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wag ka pala muna kumain ng mga nakakasensitive sa tiyan. yung mga mayonnaise cream tomato whatever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha!  It was the dip I had with my Tostillas yesterday!  That bitch!  How could I have been so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt;?!?  Looking at it on a macroscale, I now understand how people die "accidentally" everyday.  How dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo... I'm just hoping this sucky tummy condition a.k.a. barfing goes away soon.  As in now na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115565432726637263?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115565432726637263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115565432726637263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115565432726637263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115565432726637263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/culprit.html' title='The Culprit'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115553853156225004</id><published>2006-08-14T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:25:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  In more ways than one I must admit to myself I act like a kid, a concrete example of which is when I tell everyone I'm sick even if they're not asking.  Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I didn't go to work because I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sick.  What I mean is, I always tell my boss I can't report for work because I've gotten a flu, or my migraine's making my head spin like mad, or I'm having a bad bad case of dysmenorrhea, when the truth is, I'm having a worst-case attack of LBM (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ooking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;etter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anagement - on an interview with another company).  I wish I was going through that today instead of lying in bed on my back (that feels like it's gonna break any minute now) the whole morning, having a horrendous headache, and a sort-of-upset tummy.  Aargh... With that, I'm not gonna let this day go to a waste.  Must be productive.  Must be job-hunting active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115553853156225004?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115553853156225004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115553853156225004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115553853156225004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115553853156225004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115504272252142639</id><published>2006-08-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:12:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOCY, now GOOMJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have our aspects, fortes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;.  You know that part of your life which you consider &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;?  That one thing which you would consider you're so glad you have never mind if you lack everything else?  I believe we all have that one thing.   My current job is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not that.  Today, not a single word uttered from my boss did not piss me off.  Aaaargh.  I know this isn't good.  I'm really starting to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whiner&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously thinking of making a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;career shift&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm not yet sure what I want to do, or rather, if I'm brave enough to be willing to take a risk and give a shot at it.  My options?&lt;br /&gt;1. be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;wedding planner&lt;/span&gt; (and steal jLo's body)&lt;br /&gt;2. be a graphic artist, study &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;digital&lt;/span&gt; photography, and set-up my own studio&lt;br /&gt;3. be a pre-school &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt; (earlier than what Jax and I planned)&lt;br /&gt;4. volunteer to work out our family "treasures" and develop it into something more productive (read: money-maker)&lt;br /&gt;5. apply for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;marketing&lt;/span&gt; position in our company - I love marketing but except for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte&lt;/span&gt; accent typical of marketing brats (my friends sometimes hate me for this) and the sunshiney-smiley me, the requirements just do not fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't give us everything, at least not all at once.  Remembering Ems during college, ES days: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anong gusto mo?  Pasado ka nga sa onse exam pero ganun naman ang mukha mo?"&lt;/span&gt;  Hahaha... We &lt;strike&gt;were&lt;/strike&gt; are so evil! *devilish laugh*&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/14738901-115504272252142639?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115504272252142639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115504272252142639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115504272252142639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115504272252142639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/goocy-now-goomj.html' title='GOOCY, now GOOMJ'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115495852153726355</id><published>2006-08-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:48:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In relation to my previous post, I just remembered this card (for a baby boy welcome) Nix and I laughed at ages ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ten little fingers&lt;br /&gt;Ten little toes&lt;br /&gt;Two little ears&lt;br /&gt;One little nose&lt;br /&gt;(open card)&lt;br /&gt;And oh, one of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure I remember the words right but the word "those" in the last line was the indication  that the newborn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a boy.  Cute.  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/"&gt;America's Next Top Model Cycle 5&lt;/a&gt;.  I like Jayla, Nicole, and Kyle.  I hate Lisa (too epal-slash-feelingera-ish) and Kim (so boyish).  On the other hand, I just saw the spoiler so I'm gonna zip it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Last weekend was a happy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; one for me.  Inexplicable really, considering nothing ultra-special happened.  Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siguro&lt;/span&gt; it was because it started with an unexpected lunch?  I really don't know.  *sigh*  Dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; seems to be boring more and more and more each day.  Another year and a half plus-minus a couple of months and I'm back to studying.  I actually can't wait.  For now, guess I'm gonna settle to being a slave.  Whatev.&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/14738901-115495852153726355?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115495852153726355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115495852153726355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115495852153726355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115495852153726355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah-blahs.html' title='blah blahs'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115495523107386656</id><published>2006-08-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:09:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;welcome to the world of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;DENVER JAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/08042006%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/08042006%28002%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On our first paycheck, your papa was with us when we celebrated with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"double date"&lt;/span&gt; at Saisaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday night, your daddy, Tito AJ and Tita Almay went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagaytay &lt;/span&gt;to have dinner and witnessed the birth of the running joke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sige na ako na sa pinakamahal na ulam!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret having said those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jax and I became a "we", your dad was one of the first to know... and he teased us until we finally gave in and treated everyone to free &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;rocky road&lt;/span&gt; ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During your mom and dad's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;, Pearl and Jax dressed up, walked down the aisle, and lit the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right now I kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; them for having a little angel like you.  Be a good boy ok?&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably watch you grow into a smart, silly, cute boy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get to play with our little Jax's and Pearl's someday too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14738901-115495523107386656?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115495523107386656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115495523107386656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115495523107386656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115495523107386656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-boy.html' title='it&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115467467711281850</id><published>2006-08-04T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:57:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J A X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ford global city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MJN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fave jap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; vibes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(from this &lt;strike&gt;wonderful&lt;/strike&gt; job)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a moment there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115467467711281850?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115467467711281850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115467467711281850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115467467711281850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115467467711281850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-post.html' title='quick post'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115452762008656706</id><published>2006-08-02T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:20:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Baby!</title><content type='html'>How could I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; love my baby sis-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.  She loves me more than her kuya.  Well, sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ayoko sa yo!  Inaaway mo si Ate Almay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two.  She misses me more than her kuya does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Punta ka dito sa Sunday ha.  Nami-miss na kasi kita e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three.  She looks a lot like her kuya when he was a kid.  Looking at them now, I can't help but notice the resemblance.  Cute. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent half of my Sunday with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We laid in bed while messing with Jax (plotted on tickling him to death but we were unsuccessful), colored her books, doodled our names on her pad, and took lots of goofy pictures.  It was kidstuff fun... made me wish I had my own little kid sister, who would NEVER grow up and be my human &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;barbie doll&lt;/span&gt; forever. *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/07302006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/200/07302006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now that Jax is staying in an apartment with his office friends, I really can't help but feel a little sad.  Ok and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; too.  But well, babies do go through adolescence right?  Haha..  Like 12-year olds playing DotA and Naruto all night long.  Now I know how it feels like to have your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt; little boy grow up and want to be with his "cool group".  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you, Jax.  In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; months, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;080106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jean Dominique Mendoza Santos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Dominique Ochoa&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Domeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Potpot&lt;br /&gt;Gagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14738901-115452762008656706?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115452762008656706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115452762008656706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115452762008656706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115452762008656706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah-baby.html' title='Yeah Baby!'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115399896234763349</id><published>2006-07-27T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:23:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My stars must be aligned today.. so much it could probably form a &lt;strong&gt;solar system&lt;/strong&gt; of its own. Uhh.. not making any sense! Anyway, here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Got out of bed around 7am but managed to get to work at 8:04 am, still late but way earlier than my other time-in's for about 2 weeks now, 8:20 on the average. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. My 10am meeting got cancelled - just when I was about to call the supplier to move the meeting to 3pm. Eventually, we agreed on her just submitting the samples for proofing today and then have the discussion tomorrow morning instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. My craving for &lt;strong&gt;pasta&lt;/strong&gt; (been wanting to get stuffed with Italian for the longest time!) was satisfied today. I had an (emergency) lunch date with Kay Anne at &lt;strong&gt;Java Man&lt;/strong&gt; in Greenbelt. As usual, there wasn't enough time for never-ending chikahan. It was really nice meeting up with her again, especially since we only get to have quick lunch/dinners once a year. We should do this more often, girl. Minus the teary-eyed moments, I must say. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Dropped by &lt;strong&gt;Auntie Anne's&lt;/strong&gt; just in time for the last piece of &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cinnamon sugar pretzel&lt;/span&gt;. Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Found out that the &lt;a href="http://www.nikewomen.com"&gt;Nike&lt;/a&gt; sneakers I've been wanting to buy is on sale! Yay! I was so tempted to get those but I decided on tagging Jax with me at Nike Park this weekend so I could get a&lt;strong&gt; second opinion&lt;/strong&gt;. Hey, every girl gets all &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;clingy&lt;/span&gt; when buying shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Hailed a cab from Oakwood-Bread Talk side of Glorietta to go back to the office in no less than 10 seconds from the time I walked out of the building. Kind of reminded me of that scene from the trailer of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397078/"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/a&gt;. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love it when the bosses are &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;. I wouldn't mind taking their places (and their salaries). Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; What would really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; complete my day though is a ticket to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert at Araneta tonight (or is it tomorrow night?). I so want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.yehey.com/promos/pcd/"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; but being the cheapskate that I am, I'm just waiting for some miracle from heaven in the form of front-row tickets... which is not happening. Guess &lt;a href="http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=16798"&gt;Don't Cha &lt;/a&gt;will just keep playing in my head tonight. Boohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115399896234763349?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115399896234763349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115399896234763349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115399896234763349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115399896234763349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115396608034986788</id><published>2006-07-27T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:08:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super</title><content type='html'>Texting with my good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kay Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night and she messaged me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...tnx almay...Glad ur super powers workd on me. Gdnyt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; powers.  Seriously!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(another self-declared ability)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to believe that I have this special gift.  Well it's not anything like palm reading or third eye (at least not with my definition) but it's more on me finding my &lt;strong&gt;weird dreams&lt;/strong&gt; turning into reality just days after and it's creeping me out!  It's like an ESP of some sort.  Sometimes, it's not just in my dreams.  It's even in my guts, the way I feel (I know it's different from paranaoia) or I suddenly think of somebody or something.  &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone totally crazy.  I need a shrink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115396608034986788?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115396608034986788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115396608034986788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115396608034986788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115396608034986788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/super.html' title='Super'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115389469048468384</id><published>2006-07-26T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:27:25.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/July%20babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/July%20babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(although most of these are late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy (July 15)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - See you in our next beach trips!  (Rain, rain, go away...)  Wishing you more boylets to come. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mars (July 17)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - Easy on the work, girl.  (Look  who's talking!  Haha!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan (July 18)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - What a friend!!!  You never told me you're in love and in a relationship now??!  Make me kwento!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ching-Ching (July 19)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - My beautiful &lt;em&gt;inaanak&lt;/em&gt;... never fails to make me smile.  When you get to read this like 6 years from now, I'll give you my wish. *lots of hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Omar (July 25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Nothing but the best in your blooming career and love life!  Manlibre ka naman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tita Me (July 26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Missing you already. Can't wait to see you in.. uhm, 2008? *wink!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115389469048468384?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115389469048468384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115389469048468384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115389469048468384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115389469048468384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-babies.html' title='July Babies'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115339671101897270</id><published>2006-07-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:58:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fab 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/fab5thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/400/fab5thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be at &lt;strong&gt;Greenbelt&lt;/strong&gt; right now watching this. Instead, I'm here at the office waiting for my telecon with US people to start. What a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115339671101897270?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115339671101897270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115339671101897270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115339671101897270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115339671101897270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/fab-5.html' title='fab 5'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115329933829865666</id><published>2006-07-19T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:57:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/my%20pig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/my%20pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[click the image to enlarge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt; said these? I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115329933829865666?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115329933829865666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115329933829865666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115329933829865666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115329933829865666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-pig.html' title='My Pig'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115322975772232095</id><published>2006-07-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:45:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness is a state of mind&lt;/span&gt;.  Am I happy now?  Was talking to my friend Mars about that just this morning.  I'm fine.  Fine as in could be better, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ecstatic happy&lt;/span&gt;, not oh-so-low.  Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;.  Just like that.  Other moments I'm feeling so good about myself and the next a little crammed up.  Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115322975772232095?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115322975772232095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115322975772232095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115322975772232095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115322975772232095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115306478879279863</id><published>2006-07-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:57:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Did 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33 months&lt;/span&gt; old.  If it's a crime to count the length of a relationship, then yes I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't care and I will keep counting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I feel like it (like now), I will keep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yapping&lt;/span&gt; about how Jax and I spent it, not that it's uber exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to church with his family.  A few times tita had to make side comments to stress what the pastor was saying.  Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jax said he was craving for Yellow Cab's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot wings&lt;/span&gt;.  But since we both haven't had breakfast (it was 12 noon by then), my stomach was growling, and Festi was the closest mall (where there's no Yellow Cab), we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don Hen&lt;/span&gt; instead.  Oh I swear  I'm gonna learn how to make that sweet-sour cream  and onion  sauce of the buffalo wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/16072006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/200/16072006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fyi, Jax initiated taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jax:  We always end up having a pic like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Like what?  You mean our heads together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax:  Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me:  Yeah, and you alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s looking bored.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Mukha akong payat.&lt;br /&gt;Jax:  Burahin natin!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pout)  Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Jax:  Kasi sinungaling yung picture e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After stuffing ourselves as in  Jax going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d ko na talaga kaya pearl&lt;/span&gt;, we went around Festi for a while.  We ended up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameworx&lt;/span&gt;.  We contemplated on doing billiards but decided not to because apparently, Jax didn't want to irritate himself with my slow-learner, come-on-that's-not-the-way-to-swing-your-taco skills.  We went to shoot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoops&lt;/span&gt; instead.  Jax, Ano na sa tie sa round1?  Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so later, after &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I got tired with the basketball thingy, we went to my place. I changed into something more comfy (The sun was playing tricks on me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit kung kelan naka-long sleeves, dun biglang umiinit&lt;/span&gt;??), and off we went to Glorietta.  We paid our Globe bills, had our weekly fix of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Monster&lt;/span&gt;, bought a gift toy for Ching-ching, and went to the grocery to get some stuff for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; kikay kits&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/07162006%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/200/07162006%28001%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Jax had to change outfit din pala.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad how tiny the tee (imagine him wearing my shirt) wasn't shown in this pic.  Teeheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get home by 8 sharp because &lt;strike&gt;Jax&lt;/strike&gt; we had to watch the F1 racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jax:  Pearl, sa 66 bilis!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl:  (switched channel to 66, baseball was on)  Wala pa e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jax:  Huh?  Bakit ganun?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl:  Baka na-extend lang yung game... Sure ka ba 8?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax:  Oo.  Pareho lang naman tayo sa Hong Kong dba? (checks his phone)  O!  Sabi sa yo e!  Bakit ganun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[10 minutes later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jax:  Pearl, 66 ulit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl:  (switched to 66) Wala pa din e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jax:  Huh?  Bakit??? (getting frustrated)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl: Baka naman next Sunday pa yun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax:  Hindi.  Eliminations na kahapon e.  D na yun papatagalin! (looking impatient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jax: (realizes something)  Baka hindi ESPN, baka Star Sports!!! (flips through the remote and finds F1, Scumacher already in his 20th lap)  Star Sports nga!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. So much for being on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One fine-sweet day.  91 days to go.  Can't wait. *sheepish smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14738901-115306478879279863?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115306478879279863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115306478879279863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115306478879279863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115306478879279863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-we-did-33.html' title='How We Did 33'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115279515973650657</id><published>2006-07-13T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:59:31.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this so cracked me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jongski.blogs.friendster.com/what_goes_in_the_mind_of_/2006/07/office_is_hell_.html"&gt;office from hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jongski.blogs.friendster.com/what_goes_in_the_mind_of_/2006/07/a_guide_to_pino.html"&gt;guide to pinoy conversations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to write something my analysis of "the fever" but i can't seem to find time to really sit down and organize my thoughts.  maybe this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.charleskeith.com"&gt;charles and keith&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://naturalizeronline.com"&gt;naturalizer&lt;/a&gt;.  how come &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vnc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doesn't have a website yet? *frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the weather. well i don't want the wet &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;muddy&lt;/span&gt; streets (eeew.. i hate getting my feet wet. ugh.) but i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the cool wind, the sound of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raindrops&lt;/span&gt;, and the comfort of being under my sheets.  my current wish: to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;cuddle&lt;/span&gt; - would trade anything for a big, long, tight hug &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with jax&lt;/span&gt;, a hot choco with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; (not instant swiss miss please), and to watch a cheesy teenie bopper (no-brainer) flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452594/"&gt;the break-up&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what my baby wants, my baby gets.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&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/14738901-115279515973650657?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115279515973650657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115279515973650657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115279515973650657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115279515973650657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/loving-rain.html' title='loving the rain'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115252934591384256</id><published>2006-07-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:25:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to you</title><content type='html'>Dear Tammy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/c3306_49v1_xxl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/c3306_49v1_xxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't want Jax to be &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;masungit&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Please, please, please. When you feel better, I promise to take you to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt; and pamper you and give you your new &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;libero&lt;/span&gt;. *wink!* Remember that Jax and I both &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you and will do everything to give you a comfortable life. We still have a lot of places to go and see together. Be strong ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;All my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Pearl &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/14738901-115252934591384256?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115252934591384256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115252934591384256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115252934591384256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115252934591384256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/letter-to-you.html' title='letter to you'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115202330600577203</id><published>2006-07-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:23:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACHES</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna spill what happened when Nix, Ems, and I got together the other Friday for 2 reasons: (1) it's predominantly on our love lives, and (2) bitching out when the other bitches could read isn't the coolest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to reminisce with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/glamour%20girls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/glamour%20girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've seen all our little &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;quirks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;flaws&lt;/span&gt;, and managed to deal with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we're almost always of the same &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we could practically read each other's minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we saw each other look and act &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; (not necessarily at the same time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we have witnessed countless &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;drama series&lt;/span&gt; featuring each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've paid fines (or did we?) for every &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;inarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because one's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt; becomes the common &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;MONSTER&lt;/span&gt; of three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we spent so many nights figuring out how those jerky &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;losers&lt;/span&gt; think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we concocted our own beauty regimens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've cursed the &lt;a href="http://upd.edu.ph"&gt;college of engineering&lt;/a&gt; so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've sworn to keep a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; from each other but then end up blurting it out hours later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;studied&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; the same exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've been &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we could go on laughing til our sides hurt - over something only us could understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we found entertainment in a lot of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; human beings (yes we are evil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we're each other's love gurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've been broke all at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've danced the night away a night before a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;7 am&lt;/span&gt; class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we could say "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;don't hate me cause i'm beautiful&lt;/span&gt;" with a straight face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've shared so many silly stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've shared shampoos, mcflurry's, and notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;because we've shared these and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; ems. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;nix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love these girls to pieces. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/14738901-115202330600577203?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115202330600577203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115202330600577203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115202330600577203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115202330600577203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/07/peaches.html' title='PEACHES'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115159221579636469</id><published>2006-06-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:43:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lahat may tolerance level.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115159221579636469?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115159221579636469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115159221579636469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115159221579636469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115159221579636469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/fever.html' title='FEVER'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115136915757902829</id><published>2006-06-27T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:57:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get shorty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Promised myself I won't get a short short haircut until I'm &lt;strike&gt;slender&lt;/strike&gt; sexy enough to sport the &lt;strong&gt;boyish&lt;/strong&gt; look (oh and yes until I get Jax to let me cut my hair - why do men &lt;strong&gt;adore&lt;/strong&gt; women with long hair anyway?) So while I'm still working on my &lt;strong&gt;siopao that is my face&lt;/strong&gt;, guess this will remain a dream from the past... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/200/boy%20cut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last year in college, candid shot taken at the ESC office. Oooooh.. I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; thin!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/short%20hair%20ta%20me%20and%20al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Junior year (2000), with Tita Me and Al. Looking like a highschool tomboy! Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115136915757902829?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115136915757902829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115136915757902829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115136915757902829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115136915757902829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-shorty.html' title='get shorty'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115105342906271509</id><published>2006-06-23T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:50:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 RANDOM THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ON MY MIND RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  If I see another plate of lemon chicken, I think I'm gonna scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  Dairy Queen now isn't even half as good as it used to be.  In fact, I think it's gotten bad.  When Jax and I had a large &lt;strong&gt;blizzard&lt;/strong&gt; fix last week, we SO wanted to feed it to the crocodile... literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/06112006%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/06112006%28005%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;  Been wanting to buy new shoes since 2 weeks ago but I can't seem to find one that I really, really like.  I've decided to get something a little more girly this time.  I never realized that Jax wants me to wear heels until we went looking for shoes last week and he kept on letting me try &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-in heels&lt;/span&gt; (sort of a way of telling me I NEED and should be wearing those, he admitted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Burgoo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;caesar salad&lt;/strong&gt; is the best.  To think I'm not a veggie person.  Well ok, I'm just starting/trying to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;  Can't wait to perfect my "&lt;strong&gt;drift&lt;/strong&gt;" (ehem.. in Battle gear, I mean).  After watching Tokyo Drift, the girly-come-on-pasingitin-mo-na-ko-please driver in me just wants to get my manly side out.  Teehee...  Like I said (see sidebar on flicks), it would be cool to try real drifting at least once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;  Jax and I had brunch at our favorite Jap resto again last Saturday.  The owner must have recognized already (regular Saturday brunch, go figure) that he gave us a 10% discount.  Hmmm... potential caterer?  Need to be closer to this one, right Jax? *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leanteks&lt;/strong&gt; reunion this weekend! Have to make concrete plans on that this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strike&gt;If&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mytwinklepop.blogspot.com"&gt;Ems&lt;/a&gt; is ok with the sched, Ratskee girls bonding night &lt;strike&gt;this Friday&lt;/strike&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;  Contemplating whether to have another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt; or not.  I just had one last week but I'm thinking of having it shorter (like shoulder-length shorter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com"&gt;B&amp;B&lt;/a&gt; sale!!!  Yeyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt; Hearing "&lt;a href="http://www.musicfanclubs.org/meredithbrooks/bitc.html"&gt;Bitch&lt;/a&gt;" by Meredith Brooks never fails to put a smile on my face.   &lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alma bitch, Alma lover, Alma child, Alma mother&lt;/em&gt;... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt; What's up with &lt;strike&gt;ex&lt;/strike&gt; wish-I-was-an-ex people snooping around OUR lives? Hel-lo?!  Can't you get over the &lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt; stage?  Puh-lease!! [See number 11 for an appropriate background music *evil laugh*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;  Wish I was with Jax at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kart track&lt;/span&gt; right now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/200/Image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;  Saw the new organigram of our group (which will be effective next year) yesterday.. and I'm &lt;strong&gt;not happy&lt;/strong&gt;.  No, make that disappointed.  *rolling eyes* Well, let's just see if I can wait that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;  Got to try that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banoffee pie&lt;/span&gt; at Starbucks.  Must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;  Ivy and I were talking the other night about The Lakehouse and how she was surprised to know that I didn't cryduring the movie.  Anyways, I suddenly got to thinking that maybe I should watch &lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/korean_movie_Il_Mare.php"&gt;Il Mare&lt;/a&gt; too, the movie (or book - anoba talaga?) from which it was taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K done &lt;strike&gt;using&lt;/strike&gt; wasting company time.   Here goes my weekend... Ciao! =)&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/14738901-115105342906271509?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115105342906271509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115105342906271509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115105342906271509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115105342906271509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/16-random-things.html' title='16 RANDOM THINGS'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115069691933169735</id><published>2006-06-19T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:01:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My groovy dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Proof that he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He has his own &lt;strong&gt;20-GB&lt;/strong&gt; ipod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.  He has 2 &lt;a href="http://www.flicker.com"&gt;flicker&lt;/a&gt; accounts - he claimed that the first one was full already so he had to make another account (I won't be surprised to know he has a &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; account as well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.  He knows how to use &lt;strong&gt;Limewire&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Napster&lt;/strong&gt; and downloads his oldies songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.  Among us, he's always the first to discover new cool sites like google earth, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.  He's always excited to go to his &lt;strong&gt;highschool&lt;/strong&gt; reunion with the boys of Don Bosco Makati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.  He's so fond of (silly) &lt;strong&gt;gadgets&lt;/strong&gt; which I don't think is of any use (whattawaste of money!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7.  He likes going out to try new places (read: bars, restos, malls, etc.) - even the ones meant for &lt;strong&gt;younger genres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.  He can spend &lt;strong&gt;A WHOLE DAY&lt;/strong&gt; on the internet and get really really close with YM (he knows the latest version!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the same reasons why I hate him sometimes.  He's like a kid that it feels like competition already.  Hehe... He's not the &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; father (oh some days I swear he is so NOT!!) but he's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;super patient&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, especially to me cause 'm his &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt;.  Hahaha!  But seriously, though I wish he did much much more than what he did (or did not do), I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my dad, flaws and all.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Daddy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And to all the would-be fathers I know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115069691933169735?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115069691933169735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115069691933169735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115069691933169735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115069691933169735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-groovy-dad.html' title='My groovy dad'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115030096881262732</id><published>2006-06-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:17:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to arlen-ey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/04232006%28005%29%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/04232006%28005%29%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRA. ARLENE VILLANUEVA VELUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(formerly known as "the rock")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy for my good friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arlene&lt;/span&gt; for passing the dent boards.  Wohooo!!!  No effort!  Haha.. And for that, friend.. I made this especially for you.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; is over, girl.  Told you it's all gonna pay off when you see your name in the paper.  Well, I still understand why you won't give credit to "that other school".  Mwehehehe...  Basta papasakayin mo sa new car mo ha. =) AND if ever you will need help with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;party planning&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just right here. *wink!*&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/14738901-115030096881262732?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115030096881262732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115030096881262732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115030096881262732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115030096881262732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/dedicated-to-arlen-ey.html' title='dedicated to arlen-ey'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-115004900684142909</id><published>2006-06-12T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:57:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colorful</title><content type='html'>Barely a month and I'm changing my layout again. Guess &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;monochromatic&lt;/span&gt; doesn't quite work for me. What's up with the new look? Hmm... a little explanation on the theme (sorta):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[edited]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120776/"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ONE TRUE THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of the movies that's always been special to me. "Love what you have" cut through me. We all have that one truth - one true love, one true happiness, one true passion... These are the things that really matter to us. This is to remind me that though in some aspects life could be cruel, I could always go back to my one true thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; PICTURES &lt;/span&gt;in the header are things that describe me, somehow sums up my personality - my favorite memories, my addictions, all-time comfort food, etc. At the bottom, I tried to squeeze in family, all sets of friends, and/or groups of people that's ever been a part of my life. (Sorry to the others who were not included.. it just means I don't have our pic that's big enough to see here. Wehehe) .. Anyway, let me know if you see my "subdued" pic there ok? *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright, wonderful &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;COLORS&lt;/span&gt; were inspired by &lt;a href="http://wallpapers.jurko.net/uploads/backtolove048xd.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://hedkandi.com"&gt;Hed Kandi&lt;/a&gt; photo. I just want the page to be "full of life". Also couldn't decide on a specific color scheme so might as well just throw everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I've got a bunch going on in my sidebar too, still about me. Yeah, I could be &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;self-absorbed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I'm not sure how long I'm gonna use this but I think I'm gonna &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt; with this layout for a (longer) while. I'm actually &lt;strike&gt;liking&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; it now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-115004900684142909?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/115004900684142909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=115004900684142909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115004900684142909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/115004900684142909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/colorful.html' title='colorful'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114973016422834382</id><published>2006-06-08T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:13:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have To...</title><content type='html'>1. get a haircut and hair spa&lt;br /&gt;2. and probably a foot spa with Jax too&lt;br /&gt;3. buy new shoes (still can't decide if I'm going to buy a sporty one or one for the working girl or both)&lt;br /&gt;4. watch Cars (and binge on NYFD and ice monster as usual)&lt;br /&gt;5. go swimming (provided this cold and cough gets tired of me)&lt;br /&gt;6. finish my new layout (again) - getting bored with pink and purple already&lt;br /&gt;7. tidy up all the clutter in my room&lt;br /&gt;8. renew my driver's license - aaargh. d ba talaga pwedeng proxy? magse-send na lang ako ng pic!&lt;br /&gt;9. do some serious hunting for jeans - why is it so hard to fine the pair that fits you perfectly these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soo looking forward to this long weekend because after this, I think it's gonna take a while before I could actually have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good break from work&lt;/span&gt;.  My semi-boss and I just had a discussion yesterday about the new business role she, or rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;, will be assuming in the next two months.  She's turning over some of her projects to me (yes sing "I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slaaaaaaaave&lt;/span&gt; for you" with me), which means my workload will again compete with the height of Mt. Everest. Ok &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exagg&lt;/span&gt;. Pero seriously.. ano na sa 125% FTE?  1 and 1/4 of a person?  Whattalife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a totally different mode...  Still smiling from last night's surprise and this morning's text. Love you Jax! *googly eyes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-114973016422834382?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114973016422834382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114973016422834382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114973016422834382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114973016422834382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-to.html' title='Have To...'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114942741188810231</id><published>2006-06-04T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:16:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blab (06/01/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy ass&lt;/span&gt; out of bed at around 11am today.  If it hadn't been because of Jax's text to call him up, I probably would still be in the sack, snoozing and sneezing.  Right now, I'm comfy with Tonton, blogging while &lt;a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/tvpdb?d=tvi&amp;id=1808713533&amp;amp;cf=0"&gt;It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;/a&gt; (as suggested by Dra. Arlene) is on screen.  I just had lunch and I'm finishing my bar of Hershey's milk chocolate as I make this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm officially 25&lt;/span&gt;.  Ever since I was a kid, I always get excited with the thought of my birthday coming up.  This year wasn't an exception, but this time it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.  No parties or fancy dinners whatsoever, but nevertheless made me happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my officemates were preparing a little something for me.  I mean hel-lo?! We always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"surprise"&lt;/span&gt; every birthday celebrant in the dept, usually with a cake and happy birthday song, so I figured I shouldn't be an exception.   I just didn't know WHAT and HOW the "surprise" will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/bday%20surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 277px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/400/bday%20surprise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What?!?  You actually prepared something for me??? Aaaaawww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the highlight of their gimmick for me was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live phone patch with Jax&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt like a talent of Star Circle celebrating her birthday or anniversary in showbiz that tears welled up in my eyes.  Ok that's too &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ASAP-ish&lt;/span&gt;... no there weren't any tears, just a lot of teasing from the bosses and officemates.  Hehe... They also prepared a short presentation about me (actually, it's more of making me the moment's laughingstock).  Anyway, it was fun.  Like I always say, this is one of the major reasons why I'm staying with MJ.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love these people.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax picked me up after work.  He gave me my new sleep buddy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonton&lt;/span&gt;.  Check out the jewelry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/pearl%20jax%20tonton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/400/pearl%20jax%20tonton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were supposed to have dinner with my family but since my rents were still in Cavite when we got home, we decided to have a pre-dinner meal at our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite Japanese place&lt;/span&gt;.  It was ordinarily special or especially ordinary.  Whatever.  Basta it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo... the next day, Jax and I went out again, this time with his highschool friends - Tet, Tin, Karen, and Marvin.  The initial plan was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt; but most of them had work the next day so we ended up in Marvin's place.  We just hung out and chatted over chips, Andok's and (they got tipsy) with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mojo&lt;/span&gt; (not sure how it's spelled).  I probably had (a maximum of) 1/4 of the glass, which, mind you, was super diluted with soda.  My favorite part of the night was when they (the buzzed people) made me this lovely cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/wheat%20bread%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 276px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/400/wheat%20bread%20cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken salad on wheat bread.  Fresh out of PGH.  Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in this world for uhm, 25 years and 3 days already.  I have hurt, been hurt, laughed, been laughed at, cried, complained, been spoiled, doubted, scared, laughed hysterically, fallen and stood up.   I know I still have a whole lot to experience and learn.  For now, my birthday wish is to have more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; - spritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically, to be able to embrace all the spice and excitement of life.&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/14738901-114942741188810231?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114942741188810231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114942741188810231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114942741188810231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114942741188810231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-blab-060106.html' title='Birthday Blab (06/01/06)'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114905369215379623</id><published>2006-05-31T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:17:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just got this one from &lt;a href="http://www.rebecca.i.ph"&gt;Bec&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret of love&lt;/span&gt; is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of your romance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was never meant to be routine and boring.  Love is meant to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exaggerate affections&lt;/span&gt; between two people and know that there is nothing more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-114905369215379623?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114905369215379623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114905369215379623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114905369215379623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114905369215379623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/mush.html' title='mush'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114899944693803468</id><published>2006-05-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:18:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never</title><content type='html'>I've just gone through a difficult week, a roller coaster ride of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This much I tell you: I'm not giving up.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever it's worth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-114899944693803468?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114899944693803468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114899944693803468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114899944693803468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114899944693803468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/never.html' title='never'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114823156681074655</id><published>2006-05-22T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:33:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4</title><content type='html'>We make choices everyday, from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; things down to the most critical, life-changing ones.  Every choice we make leads us to a different path - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no turning back&lt;/span&gt;.  That's how life is, it's a series of process flow charts full of diamond boxes  (signifying a decision has to be made), arrows (taking you to the next step), boxes (things that are inevitable), and of course, there's a start and end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I discovered the magic of the word &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;SIMPLIFY&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;(Believe me, now it's more than just a dictionary word to me.)  I think it now influences how I make my choices.  My new realization is this:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is simple&lt;/span&gt;.  Sometimes, there's no need for confusion.  No gray areas.   When you're not happy anymore, just do what you want, what your heart tells you to, and what your guts allow you.  You can't  say you're stuck at something because you ALWAYS have a choice - you could always get out.  That way, you won't blame anybody (or anything, if applicable) for your misery.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No bitterness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 25 in 10 days.  That's a quarter of a century, a silver jubilee.  But for me, it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt;... and right now just thinking about it sends shivers to every inch of my body.  Everything happens for the best, I know.  And acceptance is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-114823156681074655?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114823156681074655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114823156681074655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114823156681074655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114823156681074655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/14.html' title='1/4'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114807968004356320</id><published>2006-05-20T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:19:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>circle</title><content type='html'>6:17am.  I dragged myself out bed this early today.  Reason?  I'm working from home!!!  Grrr...  Since I'll be on leave for 2 days next week, I have to take home some reports.  I know this is against my "work principles" but I don't really have any choice.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pathetic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 12:30 last night.  Jax and I watched Da Vinci Code.  Actually, I watched Da Vinci Code, while HE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slept&lt;/span&gt; through it (THE ENTIRE TIME!!).  Since the movie house was so packed for the last full show and it wasn't on a reserved seating basis, we had to settle for 1st row seats  (I know, irritating).   Anyway, I don't know if it's because of the "way" I watched the movie (front row seat, at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;130 degrees&lt;/span&gt; orientation to the screen, go figure) but the movie kind of disappointed me.  To think I've been waiting for this for months!  It didn't do justice to the book.  I think if I watched it without reading, I'd find it a little hard to understand and appreciate.  It's really different the way every symolism was explained in the book, much much more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I woke up early is because Jax is picking me up at 8:30 to go to this Ford summer thingy in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Splash Island&lt;/span&gt;.  After that, we're going to visit my cousin who I haven't seen since she got here last Monday.  I have a feeling my long weekend is gonna be uhm, full - both of work *rolling eyes* and gimmicks with my cuz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14738901-114807968004356320?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114807968004356320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114807968004356320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114807968004356320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114807968004356320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/circle.html' title='circle'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114787977352740576</id><published>2006-05-17T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:22:38.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout, New Post</title><content type='html'>My new layout is so girly and screaming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not sure it says a lot about me.. uhm... but hell the fact that I hand-picked these colors and edited it in Photoshop myself means this is me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; movie.  It's gonna be in theaters tomorrow but I'll have to wait until weekend to watch it.  Haven't finished reading the book (I tried to save the e-book in my cellphone while I was in Davao but it was hard to squint and I got irritated with the left and right scrollbar so I gave up) and I don't know if I'll be able to do so before Friday.  Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks' Banana Creme Frappuccino Blended Cream&lt;/span&gt; again.  Yummmm.. It's   my current favorite.  Just right - no caffeine and not too sweet.  Must get one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go way... I can't believe summer is over (or is it?) this early. Because of that, my cousins (who're just visiting from the US) decided to cancel our Baguio trip supposedly  for this weekend.  We're going to Puerto Azul instead.  I've never been there but I'm kinda feeling  oubtful about the place.  Cavite isn't really known for beaches.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitches&lt;/span&gt;, probably.. but not bEAches as in sun and sand?  So there.  I just hope I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more workdays!!!  I have one pending report, another one for review, a machinability trial, stacking test loading, and labeling preps lined up for the rest of the week.  Work never fails to ruin my mood.  Fast forward to Q3 please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to post this last Sunday after we had dinner for momma's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/Don_%28295%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/Don_%28295%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My beautiful mom.&lt;br /&gt;Belated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day&lt;/span&gt; to all moms, especialy the moms of all the moms-to-be reading this!&lt;/span&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/14738901-114787977352740576?l=myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/feeds/114787977352740576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14738901&amp;postID=114787977352740576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114787977352740576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14738901/posts/default/114787977352740576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myvioletcrumble.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-layout-new-post.html' title='New Layout, New Post'/><author><name>myvioletcrumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a248/myvioletcrumble/perlalu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14738901.post-114762087847762330</id><published>2006-05-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:08:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue - 042206</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 4:23 am, I woke up to the sound of Ever After, my wake up call from Che.  I took a quick shower, decided on what to wear, tossed last-minute stuff in my bag, and waited for my (1st) ride care of Peewee and Che.  We then went to pick up Arlene and Maja, met up with Jax at Petron (I transferred to Tammy of course), and the next thing we know, we were speeding through SLEX and Star Toll.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two hours, a pack of Oreo Double Stuff, a bag of potato chips, and 240kph-speed (with me screaming hysterically) later, we were at Peewee's lovely home by the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/04232006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/04232006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the view from the veranda.  No efforts to see and feel summer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet the three couples of our Botete Island (yep, we named the beach after Che) getaway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/a52ascd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/a52ascd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pair # 1. Papa Bear Peewee and Mama Bear Che.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/8d68scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/8d68scd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pair # 2. Dentista Eletistas Arlene and Maja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/04222006%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/04222006%28016%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pair # 3. Silly kids AJ and Almay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The white sand and clear waters were just beautiful, plus it was not so crowded (there was a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when there were practically just us along the shore!), which made it a perfectly relaxing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;place.  Summer bliss. 'Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/04222006%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/04222006%28008%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, we visited the fish pen slash educational tour.  I have to say this - Peewee is an architect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marine biologist, history major, and a bartender all rolled into one.  Pretty versatile huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, we went kayaking after.  At first Jax was getting irritated with me because I wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paddling the right way (sorry kulang ang motor skills) but after a while I got used to it na rin and was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;able to contribute to making the kayak move forward.  Teehee...Super sarap, feeling ko ang powerful ko.  Hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yun, we did that for like an hour or so (explains my ulikba-ish skin til now). We even kayaked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going to this small island where I stepped on sea urchins (I know, stupid me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/1600/22042006%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5760/1324/320/22042006%28004%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took a rest in this raft (err.. floating pallet block? couldn't think of a better term)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and fell asleep before we went back to the house for lunch and packed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends, we should've left Friday night.  Tsk tsk... Mejo bitin sya but nevertheless so much FUN!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Che, couldn't thank you and Peewee enough... Sa uulitin ha! *wink!*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arlene, hurry up and get over with your boards!  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