tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85477670505312682762024-03-14T23:03:02.662+08:00Dimmpss' Chroniclesa glimpse of my lifeDimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-24923693670272317192012-09-12T00:06:00.000+08:002012-09-12T00:06:56.448+08:00Talangka!I woke up this morning thinking of diet and exercise. My mom even asked me if I wanted to have rice so she can leave some for me for she's bringing the rice cooker in our farm. I replied "no" because on my mind, I'll just have fruits and my diet shake.
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Unfortunately, my father came from the wet market and brought these! Talangka in our language or shore crabs in English.
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Who can say no to diet when you've been deprived of this food for a year. Yes, we only get to eat these crabs once or a few times in a year because they're seasonal and are only availabe every August to September and are very difficult to find in the market.
So am glad that this year, I had them twice. Would you believe I had them for breakfast, lunch and dinner? LOL. It's the only viand I can have repeatedly. :p
Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-88106526338114013652012-06-07T16:15:00.000+08:002012-06-07T16:15:18.028+08:00IG!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDW0TBUZp-kgynZDA5cEyP3fnHV4aRo7jzsczZ_k97Gihr_4-r6F-bSGJtwWMotpfeNh-NxvuIphLBdek49xlQI0a62CkCpYlslTesYFu6XkdHNCyN8E3XxaLAWOZr79MWwqPPCXvswCat/s1600/SC20120607-160942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDW0TBUZp-kgynZDA5cEyP3fnHV4aRo7jzsczZ_k97Gihr_4-r6F-bSGJtwWMotpfeNh-NxvuIphLBdek49xlQI0a62CkCpYlslTesYFu6XkdHNCyN8E3XxaLAWOZr79MWwqPPCXvswCat/s400/SC20120607-160942.jpg" /></a>
Two days ago, I was doing nothing and browsing pictures taken from my tablet. I thought of Instagram and decided to check it and installed it. I was so happy that I can't stop on posting pictures. For me, it's an easy way for sharing the world my thoughts in pictures. I just love it!Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-20248306069258829302012-06-07T16:00:00.000+08:002012-06-07T16:02:13.588+08:00Reader's comment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYyeGQOMmaBYcWpYZWAVxzVG-twquCUsiODuHPhzXO0t4aaHRP_O30ieanp1vupBkdXF5C_Yu_UAEegBOyAHGYsWp-5ZAcDoKvKywSBomiR_3bBExMYSI_2gJGAzX7mMjgBGlPfur-C5E/s1600/SC20120607-112535-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="203" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYyeGQOMmaBYcWpYZWAVxzVG-twquCUsiODuHPhzXO0t4aaHRP_O30ieanp1vupBkdXF5C_Yu_UAEegBOyAHGYsWp-5ZAcDoKvKywSBomiR_3bBExMYSI_2gJGAzX7mMjgBGlPfur-C5E/s400/SC20120607-112535-1.jpg" /></a>
Sometimes, I totally forget I started this blog in Livejournal, then moved to wordpress and finally settled here. Last night, I got an e-mail which reminded me of my wordpress account which led me to this post. Haha! Anyway, just want to share this and say thanks to "click" for taking time to send me a comment and bringing me back to my blogging world. :-)Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-73527524937999096052012-05-17T00:04:00.000+08:002012-05-17T00:04:54.471+08:00Cheska's blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, I admit I have been procrastinating on many things and don't know where to start. I guess this should be it. I will start blogging again for I am now inspired by my niece, Cheska who posts 2 to 3 stories daily on her blog. For an 8-year-old niece, that's simply amazing! You can check her blog at <a href="http://www.monicacheska.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">www.monicacheska.wordpress.com</a><a href="http://www.monicacheska.wordpress.com/"></a>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-52759902679365447132012-02-02T00:13:00.000+08:002012-02-02T00:13:58.626+08:00Chronicles of 2011
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Laziness is obviously evident in this blog if posting is the basis. Haha! I won't talk much about it but on the moments I have saved on my phone and pictures found in Facebook. I missed some photos that weren't uploaded and are still sitting in my camera's memory card. For now, here's my 2011 chronicle. Yes, I know this is a long overdue which was set to be published last January 1 but due to technicalities was put on hold. Yeah, reasons and more reasons. LOL<br />
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JANUARY<br />
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I attended the first bootcamp of Nu Skin with my close friend, Nikki at Chateau Royale in Batangas. It was a rewarding and motivational experience.<br />
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I was able to travel during winter in Macau. It was my second time in this country. The first was in April 2008 during Spring. I didn't expect it was that cold and I came unprepared. Good thing there were some thrift shops in Senate Square and bought myself a "pretty in pink" coat at around 2000 pesos. Still not that cheap, though. I would love to go back anytime again, so join me.<br />
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On my pink coat with my college and travel buddy, Carel
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It's the love month. I was looking for pictures to match an event but couldn't see one. I guess there's <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>really not one as there's no sweetheart to celebrate it with. Hahaha<br />
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I attended my goddaughter's and close friend's birthday party.<br />
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My sister, Mau gave birth to a cutie boy who was named after St. Clare and St. Francis. MONCLAIR FRANCIS <br />
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We celebrated my father's birthday and sister's pregnancy at the farm. Unfortunately, pics are stored in the memory card and can't upload them yet as of now.<br />
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I officially rendered my resignation after almost 12 years in the company. Yay!<br />
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My family welcomed my sister's boyfriend who flew from US. <br />
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We celebrated Cheska's birthday at Friday's.<br />
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Cheska and my sister, Mye attended the Miley Cyrus concert while my parents, my other sister, Mau and I had dinner at Gumbo in Mall of Asia where the concert was held. <br />
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Cheska lost her two front teeth. Had to take this picture as a remembrance. Hehe<br />
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My siblings minus one who was pregnant travelled to Vietnam. It's always fun travelling with them. <br />
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My brother-in-law's family and ours just had fun at Hotel Vida. <br />
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Bad news from my sister, Maricar. Her four-month twins lost their heartbeat. While she was confined at Medical City in Ortigas, my other sister, Marinel and I sampled some of North Park's dishes. <br />
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We celebrated my mother's birthday and house blessing of Maricar and Mikel.<br />
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Nu Skin's getaway in Baguio City. <br />
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Went to Aurora for the fiesta. Barangay fiestas would always have different pageants starting fron children to young adults. I was asked to award a kid. Forgive me for my outfit. I had no idea I'll go up the stage. <br />
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I enrolled in a gym to prepare for my sister's wedding but never lost weight. Sigh<br />
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My childhood friends end up in a bar to celebrate, Riza's birthday and saw these foreigners strip dancing.<br />
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Resorts World trip. <br />
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Japanese food trip @ Niji in fields ave., Angeles City.<br />
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Monclair's six months<br />
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Nu Skin's Success Seminar
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Fiesta @ our barangay where I headed the committee. It wasn't that successful because of the rain. <br />
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Gloria Maris food trip. My sister, Manel always dreamt of serving herself Taho whenever she buys from a street vendor. A dream come true for this food trip. She enjoyed doing it and told me there's this kind of feeling everytime she scrapes the Taho. Haha!<br />
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Watched Sound of Music at Resorts World.<br />
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Enrolled in a make-up class at MDA with my sister.<br />
"No make-up make-up look" of my model, Tin.
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My sister as the model while Ms. Lani, the founder of MDA demonstrates the romantic look for weddings.
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All Saint's Day @ Starbucks after paying visit to my grandfather's and uncle's grave.<br />
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Celebrated my birthday in Manila and attended my sister's, Zha wedding shower.<br />
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Wedding of Zha and Joel.<br />
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Surprise birthday party given to Zha by his now husband, Joel.
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I have to end this post to November before I may not be able to post it anymore. Haha! Anyway, December deserves a separate post.
In conclusion, 2011 wasn't bad at all since I learned new things and gained new friends. I was able to travel twice abroad and within the country. I had more bonding time with my family too. The downside of it though is I gained weight because of too much malling and dining out. Hehe!
I should be saying Happy New Year but it's no longer timely so I'd say HAPPY LOVE MONTH instead. May I find my true love this year. ;D
Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-19618203483396795872012-01-28T00:19:00.000+08:002012-01-28T00:19:18.255+08:00Today's Sweet CravingI went to Manila today to attend a hairstyling class and had chicken liver adobo, pancit miki and half cup of rice for lunch which I bought in a cafeteria near the school. I didn't like the taste of the pancit, thus made me crave for something sweet. Unfortunately, there was nowhere near where I could buy anythingto satisfy my craving.
I am the type of person who would always want to finish a meal with a dessert. So, you may know how I felt after lunch. On my way home, I passed by Landmark in Trinoma and saw the food carts. I went straight to those offerring sweets. I was in heaven when I saw Mrs. Fields' cookies. Well, it'S not everyday that I get to buy from Mrs. Fields as there's no more branch in Pampanga. I love cookies and can finish quite a number in one sitting. Though that's the case, I am very particular with what cookies I eat. I have very strict specifications. Ha ha ha!
Without having second thoughts, I bought. Mrs. Fields "trio". It costs 140 pesos with choices of 3 cookies of any flavor. I chose the White choco macademia, semi-sweet walnut and semi-sweet macademia. I was quite disappointed as the cookies were not chewy anymore. I miss the freshly baked cookies I used to buy when there was still a branch in Clark.
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I guess I can only get to taste chewy cookies once I bake them who knows when. LOL.
Nonetheless, my craving was satisfied. :)Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-14903181041332930582012-01-19T13:27:00.000+08:002012-01-19T19:58:40.970+08:00Ha ha! Forgot to put the title.I am at my boutique/store and starting <blockquote></blockquote>to get bored. I was browsing the news feed in FB and saw a shared post of my friend, Ads' blog and read it. Her post reminded me of my still pending post that was supposed to have been published last January 1. But because of a number of pictures I added, I had difficulty editing it particularly since I am using a tablet, thus the reason. Haha!
Anyway, to keep my blog "alive" again, I'll put the pending post aside and start publishing whatever runs into my mind. Right now, it's....
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PS: I checked my blog and saw that this post does not have a title, hence the title above. ;pDimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-87561212897372201672011-12-31T10:46:00.000+08:002011-12-31T10:46:19.271+08:00At last!After so many attempts to reset my password for this blog, which includes resetting it through a link sent to my e-mail address and doing this for two days getting an error message that the link sent on every e-mail is not working, I was finally able to reset it with another option. It was through a code sent to my phone.<br />
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At last, I can blog again. LOL.Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com1Cauayan City, Philippines16.9166244 121.7879244000000716.8381614 121.64600590000006 16.9950874 121.92984290000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-84414983568089511272011-08-14T08:01:00.000+08:002011-08-14T08:01:49.688+08:00Blogging...I miss you!Last night, I was looking for a slimmer picture of myself on my phone when I remembered I had one posted in my blog. I went on browsing the posts I had and to my delight, I was amazed on the chronicles that I have written and totally forgotten, especially the simple thoughts that have been running on my mind on days I am bored. It is indeed a joy to have a diary to look back to.<br />
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So now, I will find time to post regularly...I am hoping. :)Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-52557557302871520942011-01-01T19:06:00.000+08:002011-01-01T19:06:12.181+08:00Happy New Year!What a day to start my year! I wasn't feeling well the night before but I had to report to work and overlook the employees working in the night shift in our department. <div><br />
</div><div>I missed the fireworks as there were not much used by residents near our company. I was able to take pictures though of the little celebration we had. Pictures to follow for I am about to prepare to work now. Hehe! Sorry.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I survived New Year's Eve at work and was awake for more than 24 hours! But, what's the best thing? I was able to finish my day by attending a mass after my shift and stayed almost awake. Thank you, Lord! </div><div><br />
</div><div>Happy New Year, everyone! I hope yours is much better than mine. </div>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-18962918538631594722010-12-31T18:23:00.001+08:002010-12-31T18:23:04.360+08:002010 it was...I want to look back on what this year has and hasn't offered me but I don't like to itemize them. I know I have done fairly well but okay, I can't help it. LOL. So, allow me to cite some of the remarkable and not so ones. Hehehe!<br />
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<b>Blogging </b>- much, much better than the past 2 years. Even if I haven't posted for more than a month now as I got very busy with other things (I know a very lame excuse!), I was still able to post 98 to date as compared to 11 of 2009 and 7 of 2008. Hahaha! A remarkable achievement indeed for me. It's a dream come true to reach this far. :D<br />
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<b>Career </b>- Nothing has progressed from my position to my current company, if that what's you call a career in a BPO industry is. I've been in the position for more than 5 years and I know I'll still be until I resign. LOL. The good thing though that happened was even if my title remained, the compensation increased with other benefits. Not bad at all. <br />
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<b>Other careers </b>- Baking or make-up? 2010 was somewhat good in a way as I've earned money from these two hobbies. I just needed to choose and focus on which between the two I have to maximize my time to earn more. <br />
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<b>A new career/venture</b> - I've always loved direct-selling. Even when I was younger, I used to sell different products to friends and relatives for I like talking about products I know could make them look and feel good. The last quarter of this year introduced me to Organic Beauty products. Thanks to my friends, Nikki and Collyn who shared them to me and convinced me to sell them. So, yes I am now a dealer of Human Heart Nature, All-Organics and Venus & Mars beauty products as well as Precious Herbal Pillows. Another source of income for me that helps my friends benefit from them by not having to use chemical products. It's a win-win situation. :)<br />
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<b>A political career</b> - Yes, I won in the recent Barangay election as a Councilor last October. I landed 4th (3rd elected has a point over) out of 16 candidates who ran in our place. Being in the politics is not new to me as I was the first elected Sangguniang Kabataan Chairperson 18 years ago. I just had to give that career up to give way to my father who wanted to run then and since he finished a 3-term service already, I grabbed the chance to replace him last election. <br />
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<b>Continuing education</b> - Hmmm, it seems like I can't remember of any classes in baking that I attended this year when last year was full of it. I also didn't attend any make-up class. But, don't be surprised! I enrolled in a reflexology and massage class!!! LOL. It was the least class I had in mind but I took the chance when it was offered in our parish and be part of it for I thought it was just a day's class for me to learn the basics. It's an 8-session class and I already missed 3 days of classes due to a very busy schedule. A consolation I have is I've learned a few basic of everything. :)<br />
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<b>Travel </b>- This is where I fell short. :( I didn't get to go out of the country this year. We canceled a trip in Kota Kinabalu and Brunei which I am supposed to have with my sisters and other relatives. Unfortunately, it coincided with my mother's operation and we all were not in the mood to travel. I am glad though that even if I had to cancel another trip in Cebu because a friend who's supposed to go home from Greece didn't make it, I was able to have a Northern tour (Isabela, Cagayan, Ilocos Norte & Ilocos Sur). <br />
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<b>Food for the Brain</b> - I spent most time in the Internet and yes, I learn a lot from blogs I follow and sites I visited. However, I missed reading books. I bought 3 books and I was only able to read 1. A book given to me Christmas of last year is still yet to be opened. This is getting bad! LOL. I bought a few food magazines but I just browsed at them. I missed those nights when I would read each new magazine from cover to cover. <br />
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<b>Gadgets</b> - This is what surprised me most this year. I always claim I am not into gadgets and I can live a simple life with a simple phone that I can use for a call or text. Much more, I am not into music, so I don't need an iPod. But guess, what? I bought myself a 5th gen iPod and a Blackberry Bold! Oh, well! There's always a room for change. Hahaha!<br />
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<b>Exercise & Diet</b> - I lost on this! I gained about 7 to 8 pounds this year! Even though I bought a treadmill and iPod so I can walk anytime at home, still it didn't help. Discipline is the key as they always say. I don't have it! Much more, laziness consumes me. Arrrgh!<br />
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<b>Friends</b> - I didn't reconnect much with my friends and I don't think I gained more friends this year. :(<br />
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<b>Family - </b>I don't know how to assess how it has been this year but one thing's for sure, I miss celebrating occasions when our family is always complete (so those who are far, make sure you are home when there are celebrations). <br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Love life</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">- What I should I say? LOL. I am looking forward for next year. Hahaha!</span></b><br />
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<b>Spiritual life</b> - I know this is another big down for me. I can count the times I attended mass this year and I feel bad, of course, when I used to attend daily mass a few years back. I will reconnect with the Lord this coming year and be acquainted with the saints and angels again. :D<br />
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After this list, I can say, 2010 is not bad at all for me. I bet, you now know what I am looking forward this coming 2011. Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-79655120142607639552010-11-13T23:59:00.001+08:002010-11-14T00:12:43.181+08:00Flawless' Birthday Treat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last July, I had my first facial cleaning at Flawless in SM Pampanga. I enjoyed the experience as I felt relaxed after a tiring day. I raved about it and shared it to my friend, Nikki. Since she wanted to experience it as well, we set a date to have a facial cleaning at Flawless in Marquee Mall Angeles, City. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>With that perk, I had their most expensive facial which costs 880 pesos and body scrub at 2000 pesos. I also had a hair wax on my underarm. Talking about getting advantage of the special day, huh? LOL<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Facial Cleaning</b> - The facial massage was great but the pricking of blackheads and pimples hurt so much! The tool used was so thin/slim I think that the ends really hurt skin. I've had enough facial in my life (there was even a time I had to go to my dermatologist's clinic every 2 weeks for 3 months just to have a facial cleaning to know what hurts and not). Even Nikki told me hers hurt as well. (Nikki and I share the same dermatologist, Dra. Beatrice Canga-Pineda of BCP Clinic in Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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This is a review of a product I just recently bought from Sally Hansen yesterday. I was supposed to buy the wax strips from Veet as my sister raves about them, however, I was approached by a Sally Hansen sales assistant and asked me if I was looking for a hair removal, so she started to sales talk me and eventually gave in and bought their Naturally Bare Honey wax set.<br />
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I was excited to try it that I prepared my legs for the procedure. Following the instructions with a repetition of wax and "plastic" strips (made from corn) being applied and pulled, I thought I would be happy with the result. Unfortunately, my legs are not hairless as there were not much hair being removed. With that, I have to shave still which is an easier and cheaper task.<br />
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I so regret that I bought this product, an expensive one which costs me 1000 PHP. I should have remained on my original plan on trying the Veet wax strips. A lesson I learned, I should not be convinced on the information the sales assistants supply and should not go on impulse buying.Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-15302015212303986302010-11-11T23:58:00.001+08:002010-11-12T00:01:26.780+08:00Flowers make me give my best smile :)Jill of all trades, that's what some would always tell me. I would say, I am not. I am just a person with so many interests that consequently, negatively affect my life. Hahah! <br />
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It's frustrating when you enjoy "so much" of many things that the tendency is losing focus. Until now, I don't know which among my interests is the most appealing for me. LOL.<br />
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Anyway, here's one of the many things that I love to do. I think only a few people knows that I love flowers, thus I got to like flower arrangement. I even had a seminar workshop about 7 or 8 years ago with Pancho Pantig, a famous florist in Pampanga just to gain knowledge of this field.<br />
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In the years that passed, I was able to apply what I have learned during a wedding of a friend's friend where I made corsages and bouquets for the entourage and the bride, on a wedding of my uncle where I became the official florist/make-up artist/cook/photographer (what more can you ask for? hehehe!), during one Halloween party at work where I made headdresses for my teammates and on All Saint's Day. <br />
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Recently, I was tasked to arrange three pots of flowers on All Saint's Day. It has been a long time since I arranged one and I was glad I still remembered a few principles. The arrangement was not that spectacular but I was proud of the outcome given the limited resources. :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mye has always been my assistant in the kitchen and I am glad she's following the career path that I missed. I just wish she would be able to fulfill my dream career for I know she'll enjoy it and be contented. She just has to listen to her elder sisters and forget about her sensitivity. Hehe!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Birthday, Mye. More birthdays to come and not a wedding day yet, okie? You still have 3 elder sisters before you who need to walk down the aisle. Allow us to do that first. ;-) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Btw, I got your pictures from your Facebook account. I know you can be a...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...true pastry chef and a restaurateur<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">...a print-ad model look-alike of erich (minus the nose)...heheh!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs070.snc3/13752_1229672635062_1626500520_567354_4281488_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Kidding aside, <b>emerald </b>symbolizes certain <i>number of years in marriage</i>. I "borrowed" that stone to describe my age which obviously, I would not disclose in this post. Heheh! So, do some research, folks. <br />
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On this day, I would like to thank the dear Lord for another fruitful year, my family and friends for the love and never-ending support on any confusion I have in life. Hahah! Sounds like a speech? Nah! Just being thankful. <br />
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To my readers, from Wordpress to here - here's my latest look on my "emerald day"! Happy Birthday to ME! Hahah!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">PS: This is a silly post, really! Forgive me, it's my birthday. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">PS1: This is a delayed post as today is already 9th of November and it's not my birthday, but my dear youngest sister, Mylene.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">PS2: Not the game. LOL. Corny, sorry. Blogger will be my new home starting on this day. I'll keep my Wordpress account for a few days and will delete it so all readers would go to this site instead.<br />
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PS3: Don't imitate this. There's no PS1 to PSnth. Check at the bottom what's correct. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>TRIVIA:</b> What does PS mean? It means "pahabol sa sulat" for those Filipinos out there. <a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_does_PS_mean_in_a_letter">Wiki </a> has the answer for that in English, of course.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><b><i>P.S. at the end of a letter stands for Post Script. Post=after and script=letter. After Letter message. And P.P.S. = post, post script. They are both for if you forgot to write something in the letter, and want to add it in.</i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-69797567673232475102010-11-02T09:53:00.001+08:002010-11-11T01:33:35.962+08:00An advance birthday gift!I just arrived at home from work (yes, I worked on a holiday - All Saint's day!) and was greeted by my sister, <a href="http://dimmpss.wordpress.com/2008/12/12/happy-birthday-sarang/">Maricar </a>who arrived from Batangas this evening. She was already half-asleep and told me not to get cookies from our kitchen which she bought from Bizu . Just hearing the word Bizu, in a few seconds, my face transformed from excitement to disappointment for she told me she bought the cookies for a friend. She knows I have been craving for some cookies in Bizu.Even as sleepy as she was, she laughed at the transformation of my face! Hahaha! Oh well, I can't describe how that was. LOL.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Cookies she bought for a friend. Hmm, I wonder to whom.</div><br />
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Until finally, I learned she was only kidding me and she told me I have a pack of 8 different flavors of macaron de Paris!!! She laughed again as my eyes sparkled of her news and told me it's her birthday present. I immediately checked her present and was ecstatic seeing these beauties in our refrifgerator:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Aren't they beautiful? I was too excited to munch them! LOL. Make a guess which I took first.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">After about a minute or two, this is what was left. Hahaha! Talking about being ravenous...of sweets or of macaron de Paris to be specific. LOL. I started with my favorite - Pistachio flavor, followed by Blueberry and Vanilla. As of this writing, I only have three left as I already finished the mango and raspberry. Darn, I can't help it!</div><br />
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The truth is even if I was disappointed as the quality deteriorated, I could still finish all 8 flavors in one sitting. That's how addicted I am with this French cookies. I fell in love with them 5 years ago. It started with reading too much about these cookies from the blog of <a href="http://roboppy.net/food/">"The Girl Who Ate Everything" </a> when she was still studying in Paris. Then it progressed to visualizing how they taste like until I got my first bite from Bizu's branch in SM Mall of Asia before it closed. That didn't stop me there. When I learned there was a class offered by Chef Vicki Villanueva at <a href="http://www.henysison.com/">Heny Sison Culinary School</a>, I immediately signed up and took it. Unfortunately, I didn't practice what I learned for I didn't even try to bake a single cookie for I find them complex to make.<br />
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I hope one day I will have the courage and confidence to bake them. I wish too that I will have the chance to go to Paris to taste the authentic ones from Laduree, Fauchon or Pierre Herme!<br />
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***<strong>Gracias, Maricar for the sweet treat!!! :D </strong><br />
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<strong>Nice to know facts from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaron">Wikipedia</a>:</strong><br />
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<em>A <strong>macaron</strong> is a sweet confectionery. Its name is derived from an Italian word "maccarone" or "maccherone". This word is itself derived from ammaccare, meaning crush or beat, used here in reference to the almond paste which is the principal ingredient.<sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaron#cite_note-0">[1]</a></sup> It is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meringue" title="Meringue">meringue</a>-based: made from a mixture of egg whites, almond flour, and both granulated and confectionery sugar.</em><br />
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<em>The confectionery is characterized by its smooth, domed top, ruffled circumference (referred to as the "foot"), flat base, mildly moist and easily melted into mouths.<sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaron#cite_note-1">[2]</a></sup> Connoisseurs prize a delicate, egg shell-like crust that yields to a moist and airy interior. The macaron is commonly filled with a buttercream or jam filling sandwiched between two macaron cookies.</em><br />
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<em>Macarons can be found in a wide variety of flavors that range from the traditional (raspberry, chocolate) to the new (truffle, green matcha tea).<sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaron#cite_note-seattle-2">[3]</a></sup> Since the English word macaroon can also refer to the Coconut <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaroon" title="Macaroon">macaroon</a>, many have adopted the French spelling of macaron to distinguish the two items in the English language. However, this has caused confusion over the correct spelling of the cookie. Some recipes exclude the use of macaroon to refer to this French confection while others think that they are synonyms.<sup><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaron#cite_note-3">[4]</a></sup></em>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-73590905534863027392010-10-22T20:47:00.001+08:002010-11-09T03:45:57.133+08:00A great post by my cousin!I was at work when my sister, Mau sent me a message telling me about a note in an answer/defense to the accusations of "buying votes and being rich" that my cousin, <a href="http://katandcot.blogspot.com/">Katrina </a>posted in Facebook. My uncle is running for re-election for Barangay Chairman and his opponent's daughters who are actually 2nd degree cousins of ours are making accusations of our uncle or rather family.<br />
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I was not able to read it at that time as I was still busy and already wanted to go home for it was beyond my shift hours. So, when I got home , I immediately logged in to Facebook. It was admiration and pride that I felt while reading it of cousin, a truly educated person<br />
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Here's the note that was posted on his brother's account for she's not a friend in Facebook of the people she wanted to talk about and be heard:<br />
<div><div><div><h2><em>The other side</em></h2></div></div><div><div><em>by <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1074071562">John Francis Eli Padua</a> on Wednesday, October 20, 2010 at 1:58pm</em></div></div></div><div><div><br />
<em>People may think of me as a reserved person, one who does not care. But, I DO. I just don't do a lot of talking. I weigh things first. I do a lot of thinking rather than blabbering tons of balderdash words. Well, let me tell you my story.</em><br />
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<em>I. Freewill</em><br />
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<em>Like my father, I abhor politics. It is such a dirty stuff. I am a private person. And I love to keep privacy to myself. That is why I never added Quinoy before here in fb to protect that privacy. However, I cannot forever set my self in silence. After reading so many babbling, I cannot contain the reasons unceasingly bugging my head. Mahirap manahimik if you know other people enjoy trampling your name.</em><br />
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<em>I am blessed with a mind that can think rationally. And for me, I have the obligation to enlighten others with the perspective I am blessed with. Leaving these thoughts to myself, I think, is selfishness. And so I decided to stand and speak. Let my voice be heard.</em><br />
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<em>I respect older people. They have more wisdom than I have. They have experienced more things than I did. But somehow, sometimes, a new perspective from the younger generation is a good source of a new direction, I guess.</em><br />
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<em>I am a youth. And I hope, I would be able to speak in behalf of them.</em><br />
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<em>This obviously is a campaign material. I do not deny this fact. But, no one had asked me to do this. Let me put an emphasis that I did this on my own will.</em><br />
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<em>But, let me say that I would try my very best not to trashtalk the other party. I do not like that kind of game. It's just not my cup of tea. Besides, I have confidence in my uncle's ability, so bakit ko kakailanganing manira ng ibang tao? The strengths of my uncle are enough to persuade voters. I need not to strike the other candidate's weaknesses. And I would not like to copy their tactics, I might be called a copycat. I'm afraid. *shivers. I am educated. And I would not yield to ways that would degrade my personality. Such routines of lying to get the sympathy of people.</em><br />
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<em>II. Nobility</em><br />
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<em>I am proud to say that we came from the lineage of a noble man, Eliseo C. Ronquillo, Sr. I believe that everybody will agree. I hear so many stories about my grandfather and I am so proud of him. My grandfather's visions are definitely outstanding. He planned the streets of barangay Quirino. People back then ridiculed him because the roads were too wide. But he said to them as according to what I heard from Lola , "Hindi naman para sa atin ang mga kalasadang ito kundi para sa mga anak ng ating mga anak." See. He visioned the future. Who benefit from these roads today? Hindi ba tayo din? It is of no secret too that Lolo donated land for a high school, for a Catholic church and others. See again. Because of the land, many were inspired, many got education, many had a new way of seeing life and many became victorious in life. Who would have thought of donating a land for the benefit of many?</em><br />
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<em>Even before my grandmother and my mom have told me that Lolo shared 1/3 of the purchase price of the lot for barangay Quirino, I already knew it. There is a bookshelf in our house in Quirino and because of my fondness of books, I have found a piece of yellow paper wherein a simple history of the barangay is written. I have told my mom about it when she told me the story and she said that that piece of paper is written by my grandfather himself. I am so proud that I had a grip of a great man's handwriting. Unfortunately, the books seemed to be thrown already. However, I hope, the story will never die. And that the nobility of my Lolo will never be forgotten by the people whom he loved and will be told to the coming generation. My Lolo is generous. And I can hear many attestations to that. Hindi lang galing sa mga kamag-anak, pati na rin sa mga hindi kamag-anak. If my Lolo would just like na sarilinin ang kayamanan, why would he worked so hard when he would just freely give a part of what he had worked for? Isn't it a proof of genuine care for others? He never hoarded too much for himself and his family. Whenever I'm slacking, mom always tell na nung sila ang nag-aaral ay kailangan nilang magpitas ng kalamansi at iyon ang ibyabyahe sa bus at ang napagbentahan ay yun ang allowance nila. Kung they are selfish, eh di sana they kept everything for themselves. They never stepped on anyone to gain the lands they own now. They never stole it from anyone. Why am I retelling this story? Because I want to show what the background of the person whowould like to serve people is. My uncle was bred in a family that knows how to share. And I believe that our task, bilang tagapag-mana ng dugo ng aking Lolo, is to preserve the NOBILITY he has passed on us. And he, uncle, has a part on the task. Not to boast what we have, but to be as living reminders that whatever we have, we have the task to share. Because in sharing and blessing others, they will be in thanksgiving to the Lord who has entrusted us these things. And that is not glorifying our name, rather, glorifying God.</em><br />
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<em>III. Defense</em><br />
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<em>I have read a lot of comments about the fiesta. People saying fiestas and parties are not the measure of success. Indeed, they are not. But can you agree with me that they are somehow a reflection of hope and a drop of booster for the people? To those criticizing the money splurged during the fiesta instead of just spending it on a more productive one, do not worry. Before you all emerged, I was the first one to criticize that spending. But I realized that people need to broaden their horizons. How can a community progress if they are locked up in one idea? Kung may masayang fiesta, wouldn't people think na kahit madaming problema,there still is a reason to celebrate the wonder of life? That there still is hope? Na let us strive to be able to have a bountiful harvest and aim to have excess to put one happy fiesta again next year. Let us work hard for this community to progress. Fiesta, an icebreaker amidst the heat of politics. It was the time for the people to enjoy. That is why spa and other recreational activities were invented. To have a break. Take a sip of wonderful life. Then, if you're ready to go, stand and work hard again. Bakit, was the page in Quinoy got filled with thanksgiving to those people who contributed much? Hindi naman ah. Natadtad ba ng negative comments ang Quinoy, a fan page which is supposed to be unbiased, when the pictures did not give much of a justice to those who worked hard for it? Gaya nga ng kasabihan, "Ikaw ang nagsaing, iba ang kumain." Did you hear anything from my uncle or my mom sa Quinoy? No. Because the happiness of the people they intended to share the blessings with is more than enough to pay off the hardwork and the money spent. Gaya nga ng point ko kanina pa, kung ang iisipin lang nila ay ang mga sarili nila, they should have spent the amount on theirselves di ba?</em><br />
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<em>They say walang nagawa si tito sa kanyang termino. Then you must have covered your eyes for you not to see the things he is working at. He got so many things for the barangay. The multicab, the dumptruck, everything that is in the barangay hall and the projects for the people. People must be eyeing for the unfinished covered court. He is working on that. Hindi nyo ba naappreciate that sa dinami-dami ng barangay sa Aurora, nabibiyayaan ng napakaraming projects ang barangay natin? Progress is not a one-shot process.</em><br />
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<em>People are blabbering about this mahirap vs. mayaman thing. This is hilarious. I find it funny and annoying at the same time. When I looked backed at the past, who stepped on who? Sino ang nanlait kanino? Sino ang nangikil kanino?</em><br />
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<em>They call us mayabang. Pinangalandakan ba ng mommy ko na wala kaming utang? Marami kami nun. Teka lang, I am getting confused. Is it my mom running or my uncle? Hahaha. 'Coz they seem to be striking the wrong person.</em><br />
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<em>I am proud of my uncle. Who can step out and say that he used his position to his advantage? Ninakawan ba nya ang kaban ng bayan? May nakita ba kayong mga acquisitions nya simula nung nanungkulan sya? Gumanda o lumaki ba bahay nila? Nagkaroon ba sya ng magandang sasakyan? The answer is no. Instead, ang barangay ang dumami ang acquisitions and improvements. And hindi namin pinagdadamot ang tulong namin sa ibang tao. Even private na sasakyan at gamit namin ay nagagamit sa paglilingkod sa mga ka-barangay.</em><br />
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<em>IV. Hardwork</em><br />
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<em>Whatever God has blessed us with now, it is all a product of hardwork. Lahat makakapagpatunay na ito ay pinagpawisan at pinaghirapan. Again, have we stepped on anyone? Have we resolved to stealing? No.</em><br />
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<em>And to those saying na mayabang at mapagmataas kami. I am brave to say that we are otherwise. We experienced hardships as much as you are or even more. So why should we look down kung sino kami before? My mom is a farmer. Blessed she is that she can tilt her own land but she handed soil. She got dirty. We did. Have you tried to eat na bagoong at sibuyas lang ang ulam sa loob ng isang linggo? We did. Have you experienced to do all the chores since you were grade 2? We did. Have you tried to wake very early in the morning to harvest coffee or calamansi everyday? My mom and uncle did. Hindi kami nanlalait ng mahihirap because we have experienced what they are going through. And I believe na pahiram lang ang lahat kaya we do not have the right to boast. During Christmas and New Year, we share the same table sa mga nagtratrabaho sa bukid namin. During birthdays, lagi silang imbitado. For fools and jealous people, sharing is boasting. But for wise, sharing is an act of generosity and kindness.</em><br />
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<em>V. For The Youth</em><br />
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<em>I myself has a vision. Kapag nakikita ko yung mga maliliit na bata na anak ng mga nagtratrabaho sa bukid namin, I always hope that they will not end up doing this kind of thing forever in their lives. Being a farmer is a noble thing, we are farmers. But what I'm trying to say is for them to open their eyes to other things. I always hope that their parents through us would have a new way of looking at life. That they will get inspired at hindi inggit to the point of they will say things against us even though hindi naman totoo. Tapos they will work hard to be able to send their children to schools. And these children who have broaden their horizons will be the pioneers who will revolutionize everything. With rational, ambitious and diligent people, a progressive community is on its way.</em><br />
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<em>I never thought of getting super rich. What I always wanted is to have a peaceful life. And a peaceful life includes a peaceful and progressive community. I always think to myself kung maimumulat lang nila ang mga mata nila sa ibang bagay na pwede nilang makamit kaysa sa i-contain at limitahan ang mga sarili nila. I am thankful enough that I have parents who are not self-contained, who have visions and who are hardworking.</em><br />
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<em>I believe every individual is packed with potentials and capabilities. As youth, we truly are the hope. If only an effective catalyst can unlock these potentials within us.</em><br />
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<em>Here is a secret that I've been keeping in my head. You know why instead of the youth showing signs of hope, they seem to be walking the other way? I guess because they have no good examples. Leaders corrupt, leaders steal, leaders lie, leaders think only of themselves. What do you expect the product would be? That is why the change must start now. And that is why we need a responsible leader. A good leader who can lift our visions to a higher perspective. A firm leader who will support us and who will guide by setting as a good example of unselfish leadership. Less talk, more actions.</em><br />
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<em>Who needs a leader who believes in hearsays and reacts uneducatedly? Who needs a leader who says one thing then contradict what just have been said? Who needs a leader who says one thing then acts the other way? None.</em><br />
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<em>What we need is a leader who inspires. We, the youth, are so fed up with the negativity of life. We need someone who can uplift our morale and give us hope. We need someone who has so much that he can share rather than someone who claims to have nothing then steal.</em><br />
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<em>Youth, time for you to make your stand.</em><br />
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<em>WE NEED NOT A LEADER WHO WILL DO EVERYTHING FOR US. IF THAT IS WHAT WE ARE ASKING FOR, WE ARE ASKING TO BE TAUGHT HOW TO BE LAZY. WHAT WE NEED IS ONE WHO WILL INSPIRE AND CAUSE US TO MOVE.</em><br />
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<em>VI. Final Stand</em><br />
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<em>Para sa akin, ang isa sa mga main reasons kung bakit ninanais ng aking tito na mahalala bilang punong barangay ay upang ipagpatuloy ang pangagalaga sa mga taong unang minahal ng kanyang ama. Hindi upang pangalagaan ang kanilang pangalan. Hindi upang magpasikat. Hindi upang makilala. Hindi upang magkaroon ng political dynasty. (Besides, sino ba ang may political dynasty?) Kundi upang ipagpatuloy ang nasimulan ng aking Lolo. Upang manguna sa pag-angat ng kalidad ng buhay. Upang makapag-bigay inspirasyon. And that I guess is a mark of a good leader. A leader do not all the things by himself, he shows directions.</em><br />
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<em>I pray that whatever the outcome of the election is, it will be for the benefit of the people. People always complain about the government officials in the national level. Hindi ba nila naisip na nag-umpisa ang lahat sa barangay level. So, if you have not chosen good barangay officials, what then is your right para magreklamo? You had the privilege of choosing a right leader for your benefit, but you failed to use it.</em><br />
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<em>I know that when this is posted in Quinoy, I'll get lots of trashtalking. But criticisms are good, they make me a better person. Pero kung mapadpad man ito dun, at least, I know I have laid my stand educatedly. I have stated my propositions without making up stories. I would like to say na hindi ako naghahanap ng kakampi. But, with what I did here is just to express the other side. (Because people just hear one side most of the times.) As my professor said na hayaan mo na tirahin ka ng tirahin because at the end of the day, a lot of comforters will be with you. And as by not talking too much, he added, you dignify yourself and prove that you are educated. At least now, I'm relieved na nailabas ko na ang na sa loob ko. And with a verse I'll end this note.</em><br />
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<em>A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours out lies will not go free. Proverbs 19:5 </em><br />
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<strong>NOTE: </strong>This article was posted under John Francis Eli's (Katrina's brother) account in Facebook for Katrina is not connected with the Quinoy account where all the blabbering were posted.<br />
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</div>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-90369643028315110392010-10-20T20:47:00.000+08:002010-10-22T17:31:53.764+08:00Curly or Straight? I love my hair!I saw this cute video from Sesame Street posted on <a href="http://www.stylelist.com/2010/10/15/sesame-street-i-love-my-hair-song/?icid=main|main|dl3|sec1_lnk3|178696">Aol.com</a> last night and thought of sharing it here. I remember during my teen years, I would always wanted to have curly hair (well, until now as I haven't tried permanently curling my hair) but my mother would always contest on it and thus, wouldn't get what I want.<br/><br/>You see, my hair has always been so straight which I find boring. I was one of the privileged girls who was blessed with long, silky, straight, black hair and I know it was the envy of anyone who has curly hair in my school then when hair iron and relax/rebond are not yet discovered. If you will see my classmate's messages during the end of every school year, it was about compliments about my hair and keeping it beautiful. What funny messages they are. Hahah! It was like, that was all I have. LOL. There was even a time in my third year high school, when my hair was from a length up to the waistline, I had it cut in short in "one-length" style just right after my ears. Then my classmates and even schoolmates I am just got acquainted with would talk to me and tell me asking why I cut it short and didn't I regret doing it? Heheh! It has always been like that then.<br/><br/>As the years go by, I don't find myself the only one who is blessed with beautiful, straight hair. Now, women with curly hair, regardless of the degree of coarseness have their options to keep them straight. Now, even hair stylists (as I am always asked if my hair was rebonded whenever I had my hair cut) couldn't even distinguish a naturally straight hair to a rebonded/relaxed one. That's how great technology is. :)<br/><br/>Today, it's just a matter of choice really. But, I admire those who still keep their hair as it is and just style it. I know we weren't blessed such hair type for no reason at all. We just have to learn to appreciate it and carry it well. :D<br/><br/><object height="350" width="425"><br/> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enpFde5rgmw&feature=player_embedded"><br/> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br/> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/enpFde5rgmw&feature=player_embedded;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"><br/> </object>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-42038181388118549822010-10-17T07:54:00.000+08:002010-10-22T17:31:53.753+08:00Dream...I am hooked to another nice song that's very soothing. Listening to it would put me to sleep. It was sang by Princess Ahn whose voice is just so relaxing and wonderful. I first heard of this song on my cousin, Katrina's <a href="http://katandcot.blogspot.com/">blog </a> and couldn't stop listening to it.<br/><br/><object height="350" width="425"><br/> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI"><br/> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br/> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"><br/> </object>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-90851482476678702152010-10-16T07:56:00.000+08:002010-10-22T17:31:53.726+08:00Happy Birthday, Apu!Today is my paternal grandmother's (apu) 79th birthday. There was a small celebration of food that was bought by her grandchildren.<br/><br/>My grandmother, Apung Biling is a great cook. As a kid, I would watch her cook everyday. She was my mentor for my mother is not into cooking. Being the eldest in the family, I was tasked to prepare meals daily. Thus, at an early age of 9, I asked my grandmother to teach me how to cook "Torta" (ground pork with potatoes, carrots and green peas sauteed in oil, garlic, onions, tomatoes and achuete extract) from scratch. The result was a delicious dish that I was proud of at that age.<br/><br/>From then on, I would always sit next to her while she concocts different dishes particularly during fiestas. Her specialties are Kare-Kare, Caldereta, Tamales and Kalamay to name a few. I inherited this for I know without her techniques and teachings, I wouldn't able to cook delicious meals these days.<br/><br/>Aside from cooking, I know my sisters and I got the "kakikayan" from her. I was able to convince myself this was true when we had our first and last trip with my grandmother to Davao two years ago.<br/><br/>While traveling, she was wearing heels, while I was with flip-flops even if she was having difficulty walking on them. Hehehe!<br/><p style="text-align:center;">Doesn't she look "kikay" here? She's wearing a maxi dress!</p><br/><p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/n624000755_1315870_8245.jpg"><img title="n624000755_1315870_8245" src="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/n624000755_1315870_8245.jpg" alt="" width="404" height="604" /></a></p><br/><p style="text-align:center;">She's brave enough to hold and wrap this snake around her body when all of us including men in our family didn't try it.</p><br/><br/><div><a href="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/n624000755_1315712_665.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1183" style="display:block;margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;" title="n624000755_1315712_665" src="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/n624000755_1315712_665.jpg" alt="" width="404" height="604" /></a></div><br/><div style="text-align:center;">The two of us. Check the way she stood and held the kikay bag I gave her.</div><br/><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/n624000755_1315716_1743.jpg"><img title="n624000755_1315716_1743" src="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/n624000755_1315716_1743.jpg" alt="" width="510" height="341" /></a></div><br/><div style="text-align:center;">It's sad that she can no longer walk since she had a stroke last year. With that, she also lost weight. Look at her picture now. She was to attend her brother's funeral march on this picture and I "prettified" her for I know she'll enjoy it which she did.</div><br/><div><a href="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/img_0064.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1184" title="IMG_0064" src="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/img_0064.jpg" alt="" width="510" height="716" /></a></div><br/><div>Happy Birthday, Apu! I know you have few years left in this world but please wait for me to get married and see even one great grandchild from me. Heheh!</div>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-14255960400140258162010-10-15T07:52:00.001+08:002010-11-09T18:35:38.388+08:00Tiangge of Cars!I was checking all my posts and saw this draft which I haven't posted yet. It's another stop we had last June when I had a vacation in the North.<br />
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Santa Ana, Cagayan is located at the farthest tip of Luzon in the northern part of the Philippines. Today, it is now known for imported cars just like Subic Bay in Olongapo was before. The travel from Isabela where we stayed was about 3 to 4 hours.<br />
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It was hot when we went there and our patience was slowly dying. But when we saw these vehicles including my favorite green Volkswagen and Hummer, we were all in Cloud 9! The trip wasn't bad after all and my aunt was able to buy one with a plate number of BEDxxx.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I find it interesting to see on the road beautiful, imported cars. After catching one, I would check for their plate numbers and if I see that it starts with "B", I know it comes from Cagayan. Hehe!</div>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-60678393230554744232010-10-13T20:05:00.002+08:002010-11-09T18:24:33.967+08:00I am dreaming of this!<div style="text-align: left;">It's raining and all I can think of is food! What is it with rain that makes us always hungry? Hahah!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">First food that came to mind was soup . And I saw these pictures! Boy, I salivated! Darn!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">So what is this? It's Mama Chabeng's (my sister's mother-in-law) version of Sinigang na Lechon (roast pork in sour soup) that she served us when we had brunch at their house in Isabela last June. Our family loves sinigang soup but we always have fish, beef and pork for that dish. Lately, I have fallen in love with Sinigang na Lechon and Corned Beef (not the typical sinigang soup we have daily) but haven't tried cooking them at home.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Hmmm, maybe I should cook this one of these days!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Welcome, rainy season! I hope it will not end till the end of the year.</div>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767050531268276.post-53638351724581402062010-10-12T20:18:00.000+08:002010-10-22T17:31:53.660+08:00For Pao...I missed checking on you at the hospital and at home but my mind didn't forget the pain you've gone through and I thank God you're back to normal and feeling good if not better and I know in time, you'll be back to this body and this look. Heheh!<br/><p style="text-align:center;">Pao feeling sexy during her "teenage" years. Hahah! (pic taken from her FB account)</p><br/><a href="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/68997_1674035250916_1238476317_1917711_2992251_n.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1164" title="68997_1674035250916_1238476317_1917711_2992251_n" src="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/68997_1674035250916_1238476317_1917711_2992251_n.jpg" alt="" width="410" height="600" /></a><br/><p style="text-align:center;">Here's your long, overdue FFTG (Food for the Gods) cake! I hope you'll like it. Thanks for the "kulit" as I am now in back to baking. Yay!</p><br/><a href="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/img_4966.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1165" title="IMG_4966" src="http://dimmpss.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/img_4966.jpg" alt="" width="510" height="382" /></a>Dimmpsshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130028762917145006noreply@blogger.com4