<?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-17533467</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:23:01.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-1130628277882053528</id><published>2007-09-01T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T18:41:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a classic puj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RtlAdDx-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/GvLNeZpZc-M/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RtlAdDx-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/GvLNeZpZc-M/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105182520576468290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is just one of the things wrong with the public transportation in lapu-lapu city.  and i guess the rest of the country as well. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note that this puj has no backlights.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt the LTO be more careful especially with the registration of public utility vehicles? for God's sake, they carry the general public so safety should be of primary concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-1130628277882053528?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/1130628277882053528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=1130628277882053528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/1130628277882053528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/1130628277882053528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/09/classic-puj.html' title='a classic puj'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RtlAdDx-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/GvLNeZpZc-M/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-8929996608392579774</id><published>2007-08-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:52:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no guts, no glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RscG595DK7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oX8FLUGRusQ/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RscG595DK7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oX8FLUGRusQ/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100052695956532146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RscG595DK8I/AAAAAAAAALE/A0fPYGZkveM/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RscG595DK8I/AAAAAAAAALE/A0fPYGZkveM/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100052695956532162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RscG6d5DK9I/AAAAAAAAALM/OJoTeFgjO9U/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RscG6d5DK9I/AAAAAAAAALM/OJoTeFgjO9U/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100052704546466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our country had to fight for our independence so fiercely, and look what we do with our hard-fought liberty ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087083897035561298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday the 13th  was a day i looked forward to.&lt;br /&gt;i was finally going home! been in manila for a week but it felt like a month.&lt;br /&gt;my officemates were a dear but i just missed my bed, and my lalabs and my dogs, and my family :)  added to that, i had a date with the friendships! what remains of us (in cebu) that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was early! leaving the office a little after 5 left me with just enough time for the required 1-hour check-in. so i waited. and waited. it was of no help that my entertaining ds-lite was out of batt :( i couldn't play with my mobile either for fear it will also go dead on me. i had to make do with the tv which was airing kapamilya shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after 30 minutes past the expected boarding time, a voice-over announcing the flight delay was heard. hey, took them 30 minutes to realize that there were people waiting for the flight to take off at 19:40! the next etd was supposed to be 20:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was another round of waiting, twiddling fingers, waiting, twiddling fingers, waiting. these were of course interjected with watching tv from time to time which was becoming boring already.&lt;br /&gt;a little before 20:40, finally, we were asked to  board! it was another 15-20 minutes before the plane was able to take off though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd! i would really hope that other than apologizing in the plane for the delays, at least they would inform the people while in the waiting lounge of how things really are. at least i can set an alarm get a good sleep instead of intermittent nods and wake ups for fear of dozing off and being left behind by the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-2408872959034965726?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rpjz2hFqGVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BYK8B3kFdQ0/s72-c/flyt-delays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-2539711308365870606</id><published>2007-07-03T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:47:12.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is she waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;a prince to sweep her off her feet?&lt;br /&gt;a magic glue for all that shattered pieces?&lt;br /&gt;a time machine to bring back all that has passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;that fate will hand you that silver platter?&lt;br /&gt;that God will erase all your hurts and fears?&lt;br /&gt;that others would be forgiving and forgetful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;to realize i was waiting for naught?&lt;br /&gt;to see clearly the path i should take?&lt;br /&gt;to have that courage to do as i see fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience may be a virtue&lt;br /&gt;but waiting surely kills&lt;br /&gt;steadily, slowly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-2539711308365870606?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/2539711308365870606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=2539711308365870606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2539711308365870606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2539711308365870606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-she-waiting-for-prince-to-sweep.html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here he is ... :)&lt;br /&gt;mickey is actually a housemate of pbb2...jologs ever jud ko :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i like about him is that he scores high on  physical&lt;br /&gt;quotient (translation: blessed with good looks and height/built),&lt;br /&gt;intelligence and emotional quotient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this much i gathered through LS (live streaming) which shows&lt;br /&gt;how the housemates really behave. unfortunately, what is being&lt;br /&gt;shown on free tv is what the tv station wants to project - even if it&lt;br /&gt;means blatantly twisting facts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, the other filipino housemates fail in comparison to this&lt;br /&gt;global housemate raised in switzerland.  he has shown self-discipline,&lt;br /&gt;respect, value for hardworking, optimism, logical thinking...&lt;br /&gt;the list can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a half-Filipino raised outside the Philippines be&lt;br /&gt;the embodiment of all that is good in a Filipino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter side of things, he can dance really sexy, has that&lt;br /&gt;stare that makes you feel goosebumps (even if it is not directed&lt;br /&gt;at you) and lashes to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope he wins just to show that Filipinos do know who should win.&lt;br /&gt;but even if he doesn't, he is already a winner in the eyes of whose who&lt;br /&gt;have known him all these 4 months of pbb2 as well as those who have&lt;br /&gt;known him all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Mickey! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-7605718045553048070?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/7605718045553048070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-8646509842895542231</id><published>2007-06-23T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:14:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things</title><content type='html'>...lyrics by Nelly Furtado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;br /&gt;don't like reality&lt;br /&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;br /&gt;But really life is daily&lt;br /&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;br /&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Young and restless&lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets in and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Die die die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;br /&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first heard this on a local youth-oriented show.&lt;br /&gt;it is a sad song and  it haunts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-8646509842895542231?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/8646509842895542231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=8646509842895542231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/8646509842895542231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/8646509842895542231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-good-things.html' title='All Good Things'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-64130024608686289</id><published>2007-06-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:12:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RnUayFSPgKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VJhzjbdKhAs/s1600-h/jollibee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RnUayFSPgKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VJhzjbdKhAs/s320/jollibee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076993602644574370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i recently attended a birthday party for a lovely little girl.  it was supposed to be a happy party. it was in fact a happy party. however, it did make me think about a lot of things. insecurities, one may call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, it made me realize that this is all i will probably ever have - attending kiddie parties. not being able to host one for my very own (which i doubt i will ever have).  being a middle ager, it would be a high-risk for both parent and child - physically, financially and what have yous.  it also made me realize that trying to be too practical will do you no good. i see families with the parents earning only half what i do but i see them happy. i guess the happiness of taking care of someone of your own blood erases all the fatigue, gives one strength and courage to do even better. it is also during kiddie parties that you realize that friends are so busy feeding their babies that your attempts at making conversations are punctuated with phrases meant to encourage their babies to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know not all people are meant to be parents and have families.&lt;br /&gt;i just wished i realized i was probably one them soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these musings were cut short when jollibee did finally come in.&lt;br /&gt;something about a yellow and red-orange bee prancing along to the latest dance hit somehow made me smile. laugh even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, jollibee, can i adopt you instead? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-64130024608686289?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/64130024608686289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=64130024608686289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/64130024608686289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/64130024608686289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/06/jollibee.html' title='jollibee'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RnUayFSPgKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VJhzjbdKhAs/s72-c/jollibee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-2402829827331830191</id><published>2007-05-08T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:06:39.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream venti</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.rndprs8.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rj-MswoKCpgAAF72PZc1/starbucks.jpg?et=lkpwhP%2CD4cgH758xrLn8MQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dropped by starbucks today to get my "at least once a month" starbucks coffee. &lt;br&gt;the barista was sure friendly and would want you to come back for coffee with a &lt;br&gt;little chit-chat to go. he was not bad-looking either so one more plus for the shop. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the barista ended up giving me an application form with dream venti splashed on  it. &lt;br&gt;a dear friend and i have always thought of doing part-time work as a barista. &lt;br&gt;actually, we were willing not to get paid for as long as we would know how to make &lt;br&gt;a real good cup of coffee and frap. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, whether dream venti remains just that, a dream remains to be seen. &lt;br&gt;for now, maybe i have to reconsider that "at least once a month" starbucks coffee.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. &lt;br&gt;Venti. From the Italian word "venti" meaning "twenty."  &lt;br&gt;A Starbuck's twenty ounce coffee drink is known as a venti.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-2402829827331830191?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/2402829827331830191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=2402829827331830191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2402829827331830191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2402829827331830191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/05/dream-venti.html' title='dream venti'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-3804932682733922645</id><published>2007-04-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:59:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RjCtTEBr9oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y-lYdOfRkbI/s1600-h/wed-bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RjCtTEBr9oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y-lYdOfRkbI/s320/wed-bells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057732924547004034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wedding bells that is ...&lt;br /&gt;they seem to be (furiously) ringing...&lt;br /&gt;but not for me...zannen desu ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy for those who have found love&lt;br /&gt;and who are making their commitment official&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes of both men and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy for those who have cast their fate&lt;br /&gt;to the winds, believing that long engagements&lt;br /&gt;is not the sure fire way to make marriages last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does not sit well with me&lt;br /&gt;is having to answer that nagging question again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a speaker once directed to me...&lt;br /&gt;"your 3* y.o and you don't have a problem with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-3804932682733922645?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/3804932682733922645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=3804932682733922645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/3804932682733922645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/3804932682733922645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/04/bells.html' title='bells'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RjCtTEBr9oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y-lYdOfRkbI/s72-c/wed-bells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-5463470405779215576</id><published>2007-04-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:37:50.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiN71GJ5IoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KUR2XBe8xlw/s1600-h/tiger-grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiN71GJ5IoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KUR2XBe8xlw/s200/tiger-grass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054019358955217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that my 1st days with a new company&lt;br /&gt;seem to be punctuated with lots of chitchat?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that my 1st days with a new company&lt;br /&gt;seem to be very slow moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;as always, it was a decision done with a lot of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, pretty soon, days will be hectic.&lt;br /&gt;if history is to repeat itself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a tiger, i should patiently wait&lt;br /&gt;for fulfillment of this innate desire to do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-5463470405779215576?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/5463470405779215576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-2969605145921911001</id><published>2007-04-14T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:37:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiA4IGJ5IlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hT0RUEU1izw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053100493651911250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiA4IGJ5IlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hT0RUEU1izw/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;an old and true friend jabbered me to ask if i cried during my farewell speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she knows me well enough thus the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cry buckets easily so it was really a pretty good effort on my part not to be bawling when i said my (impromptu) farewell speech yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a tinge of sadness of leaving a company i have been passionate about for more than a decade. it was heartbreaking to say thank you and goodbye to truly exceptional people who had to trusted me to steer our projects to success. it was heartbreaking to look at the faces of true friends who have made seemingly impossible work conditions bearable. i felt a sense of loss to realize that there are interesting people i would probably not be able to work with anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i did manage to keep my tears at bay. wanting to leave with a smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, i only said goodbye as a "warrior of the light" of nsp. i only said goodbye as a pm, pl, bridge se, design engr, nihongo training coordinator and a host of other tasks i assumed before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe that is what made it easier for me. &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/17533467-2969605145921911001?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/2969605145921911001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=2969605145921911001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2969605145921911001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2969605145921911001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/04/saying-goodbyes.html' title='saying goodbyes'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiA4IGJ5IlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hT0RUEU1izw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-4274998337705118537</id><published>2007-04-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T09:53:48.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day presents :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzQ2J5IgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RxSOQavnLr0/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053095146417627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzQ2J5IgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RxSOQavnLr0/s200/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the friendships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzRGJ5IhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ilf8ez6h7Dc/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053095150712594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzRGJ5IhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ilf8ez6h7Dc/s200/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from my project group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzRmJ5IiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Z5g-ZCMNgSo/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053095159302529570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzRmJ5IiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Z5g-ZCMNgSo/s200/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the book and specially made scrapbook for me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God is good :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-4274998337705118537?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/4274998337705118537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=4274998337705118537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/4274998337705118537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/4274998337705118537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/04/graduation-day-presents.html' title='graduation day presents :)'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RiAzQ2J5IgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RxSOQavnLr0/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-2972540734257112520</id><published>2007-03-31T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:45:26.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally! bora ...</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/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg05UbPFOeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T_07NcPBSsk/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg05UbPFOeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T_07NcPBSsk/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047753780423375330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bora's sunset with great company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg05UrPFOfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2AWIyubdT3k/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg05UrPFOfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2AWIyubdT3k/s200/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047753784718342642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovely couple, yes? :D&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg03m7PFOcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jBW4YzofA8M/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg03m7PFOcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jBW4YzofA8M/s200/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047751899227699650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and bora's really powdery sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg03nbPFOdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BBbrsl9zDUI/s1600-h/DSCF0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg03nbPFOdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BBbrsl9zDUI/s200/DSCF0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047751907817634258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alin, alin, alin ang naiba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-2972540734257112520?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/2972540734257112520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=2972540734257112520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2972540734257112520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/2972540734257112520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-bora.html' title='finally! bora ...'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rg05UbPFOeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T_07NcPBSsk/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-8956144222684189869</id><published>2007-03-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:15:12.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutting up</title><content type='html'>if you don't have a viewpoint, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;this was a line that was firmly etched in my mind when i attended a problem solving and decision making seminar sponsored by my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, we really do not have a viewpoint when it comes to discussing employee woes.&lt;br /&gt;at least that is what the message that was stressed by one of our top management.&lt;br /&gt;even if we are supposedly "middle managers".&lt;br /&gt;even if we simply had the best interest of the company at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, tears, whether genuine or not are still effective.&lt;br /&gt;even in the corporate world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i will now shut up.&lt;br /&gt;better yet, i will just fade away :)&lt;br /&gt;probably best is to just pray  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-8956144222684189869?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/8956144222684189869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=8956144222684189869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/8956144222684189869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/8956144222684189869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/03/shutting-up.html' title='shutting up'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-5402250988369258136</id><published>2007-03-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:34:28.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98%</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RfVkxpLnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/G7vxYPFDIos/s1600-h/thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RfVkxpLnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/G7vxYPFDIos/s200/thinker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041046161942070098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that is my current status now.&lt;br /&gt;in terms of making that big leap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray for me!&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that something good comes out of my decision...&lt;br /&gt;not necessarily for me but for those who will still be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the remaining 2% by the way is just the formalities :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-5402250988369258136?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/5402250988369258136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=5402250988369258136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/5402250988369258136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/5402250988369258136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/03/98.html' title='98%'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/RfVkxpLnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/G7vxYPFDIos/s72-c/thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-8651549813485840949</id><published>2007-02-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:13:07.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tulips!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6pQz19CI/AAAAAAAAADE/LxVMvLPqLnE/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036214763868517410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6pQz19CI/AAAAAAAAADE/LxVMvLPqLnE/s200/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6LAz19AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wzP4ssfQE_A/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036214244177474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6LAz19AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wzP4ssfQE_A/s200/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6LQz19BI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gPucQgMU4_s/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036214248472441874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6LQz19BI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gPucQgMU4_s/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ5XQz18_I/AAAAAAAAACs/w_U8ML8Ogq0/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036213355119244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ5XQz18_I/AAAAAAAAACs/w_U8ML8Ogq0/s200/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yehey! got a bouquet of tulips for valentine's! just learned that tulips mean perfect love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was just coming in the office, i actually noticed that flowers were being delivered at about the same time. i thot how lucky in luv the recipient is ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i entered the office, our guard gave the bouquet to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was indeed a pleasant surprise from my lalabs :) mwah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17533467-8651549813485840949?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/8651549813485840949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=8651549813485840949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/8651549813485840949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/8651549813485840949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/02/tulips.html' title='tulips!!!'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/ReQ6pQz19CI/AAAAAAAAADE/LxVMvLPqLnE/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-4159559531808530623</id><published>2007-02-19T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:40:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday sucks</title><content type='html'>this is a line in the shirt i am wearing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never was it truer than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the multicab following me bumped me and the multicab&lt;br /&gt;following it bumped it again in consequence bumping me again&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, i have become a traffic accident statistic.&lt;br /&gt;i have become party A in a party of 3 vehicles&lt;br /&gt;caught in a mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 yrs that i have been driving,&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it would ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do sometimes press a little too hardly on the&lt;br /&gt;pedal but i have always been careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am sometimes guilty of wishing ill a non-thinking&lt;br /&gt;driver that will endanger me with his driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, life sometimes really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;we sometimes pay the price for the misdoing of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it is, my body is slowly realizing the impact of what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think it is that serious though....&lt;br /&gt;probably a good rest will do me good for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-4159559531808530623?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/4159559531808530623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=4159559531808530623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/4159559531808530623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/4159559531808530623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-sucks.html' title='monday sucks'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-6456184060415366809</id><published>2007-02-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:56:55.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rc3BGQKiyBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8VCBRzEIyKE/s1600-h/PC080515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rc3BGQKiyBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8VCBRzEIyKE/s320/PC080515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029888672005277714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just wanted to share this one.&lt;br /&gt;this is the wedding invite received by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to him, this is the "sosy" version.&lt;br /&gt;too bad he did not receive the "not so sosy" version.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-6456184060415366809?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/6456184060415366809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=6456184060415366809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/6456184060415366809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/6456184060415366809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-wanted-to-share-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kijbLqRN_s/Rc3BGQKiyBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8VCBRzEIyKE/s72-c/PC080515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-117106494316057891</id><published>2007-02-10T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:49:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ty family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7747/1675/1600/906585/DSC_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7747/1675/320/748516/DSC_0058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family portrait in ty bear format!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess which color i am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tnx to mcdo for the really cheap ty bears!&lt;br /&gt;used to shell out around 750-en for 1 cutie.&lt;br /&gt;at mcdo,  busog meal + 95, u can take home 1 na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i sound like a mcdo commercial na... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-117106494316057891?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/117106494316057891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=117106494316057891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7747/1675/1600/212310/boatrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7747/1675/320/628208/boatrace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the years, one question (albeit differently phrased) kept popping up...&lt;br /&gt;"u married na?", "single lang gihapon?", "when man ka mag minyo?, "musta na imo husband?"&lt;br /&gt;my answer has always been a "wala pa lagi.." delivered with a wry smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an interesting conversation with my mom this morning. the talk started with my mom asking about what i wanted to say to my sis last nite. i said it was just a gift suggestion for my  cousin. my mom's retort surprised me. "she has everything. a couple of nice (bath) soaps will do. she's a doctor now, she has a boyfriend and is probably getting married soon.  lupig mo." the last part nearly floored me  :D i can only reply "lumba diay na siya my? ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i dismissed this implication about my status which is still single and living with my parents. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to the office, my cubemate was looking at the latest thanskgiving photos from our US friends. at some point, we realized that there are still a handful of us who are single.  Single of different forms mind you - single but in a relationship, single and looking, single and not looking, single and just waiting, single but so in luv with work, and other forms of single blessedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure why people kept on bugging us singles about our status. is it a deep concern for mankind that we will not be contributing good genes? bwehehehe ... is it just a rhetorical question? is it just a conversation opener? a really genuine concern not to see as old and lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, just maybe, my circle of single friends just missed out on the announcement that it is a race after all. hehehehe the question is now, is it a race as to who gets married first? or as to who gets married last? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-116464143809078071?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-116390078808599907</id><published>2006-11-19T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:46:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gyuudon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/IMG_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/IMG_0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/IMG_0086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been hankering for yoshinoya's gyuudon for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;it had been a comfort food for me back when i was in the land of the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never entered my mind that i would be having a taste of their gyuudon&lt;br /&gt;in the lion city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i missed out on  2 of the must-see attractions in singapore,&lt;br /&gt;that beef bowl was enough for me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-116390078808599907?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/116390078808599907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=116390078808599907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/bowling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being treated to a superb  dinner of predominantly red-orange colored (i.e. italian tomato sauce laden) food by generous officemates and friends, my labs and i went to CM to  try to work out the extra carbohydrates we have just loaded into our system. work out here means doing some bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i was so happy with my score :)  my usual score is a little over a hundred on a good night with the scores dwindling as the night trudges on. tonight was different though :) i easily scored 148 on my 1st game and eventually averaged between 120-130 in almost 5 games. that sure was an accomplishment (for me)!  so much so that i wanted to reward myself with a bowling ball :D it was a good thing that no one was manning the bowling accessories corner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115954958988184551?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115954958988184551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115954958988184551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115954958988184551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115954958988184551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/09/bowling.html' title='bowling'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-115919534691988926</id><published>2006-09-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:49:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers!</title><content type='html'>"sir, how long did it take for you to decide?"&lt;br /&gt;18 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a question i posted to my boss in his farewell dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;yes, after 14 yrs with the company, he has decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;leave to finally pursue his interests, elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like him, i have been contemplating for the longest time now.&lt;br /&gt;i even had the opportunity to finally make that switch but for&lt;br /&gt;a few major reasons, i did not (yet) take the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for someone like me who values loyalty most of all,&lt;br /&gt;it is in fact very hard to throw 11 long years of trying to&lt;br /&gt;build a company which i had hoped i can say with conviction,&lt;br /&gt;"i helped build that one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sir fred can rightfully say this though.&lt;br /&gt;for your foresight, your far-reaching ideas,&lt;br /&gt;cheers sir fred!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115919534691988926?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115919534691988926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115919534691988926' title='0 Comments'/><link 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have  a personal thought ( mae used to echo this by the way )  that she would be the last friendship standing in nsp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;despite all the major adjustments she and her family has to make because of her decision to take that leap of faith, all it takes is the willpower to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that,&lt;br /&gt;take a bow mae :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115606991044812221?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115606991044812221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115606991044812221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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left by a british national in his father's taxi. it really touched my heart to learn that the driver was afraid of being reprimanded as to why he took some time before he gave back the lost articles.&lt;br /&gt;for sure, the temptation of  keeping  it for themselves was too great.&lt;br /&gt;it would have meant having enough food on their table or a new roof or walls for their house or tuition for the children.&lt;br /&gt;but honesty prevailed and for that i salute that family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something closer happened just today.&lt;br /&gt;a friend dropped his mobile fone on the way to a seminar. after some futile attempts at calling my friend's number, my fone finally dropped dead. however, God sure works in mysterious ways plus the unfailing help of St. Anthony. the finder was an upright man who had found the mobile fone on the sidewalk and was not able to respond to my earlier text messages simply because he does not know how to operate it :) we also found one other purpose for video call :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffice to say, despite all the materialism that abounds, good values are still alive out there.&lt;br /&gt;alleluia :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115531054937512636?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115531054937512636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115531054937512636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115531054937512636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115531054937512636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-hope-after-all.html' title='there is hope after all'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-115361793139086846</id><published>2006-07-23T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:33:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovestories</title><content type='html'>instead of trying to assimilate the kanji being fed to us by sensei, i ended up watching 2 hallmark lovestories ...&lt;br /&gt;what the heck, it was a saturday nite anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely watch anything on hallmark but while surfing the tv looking for something worthwhile to do (i.e. other than study of course), i got a glimpse of a familiar face on the hallmark channel.&lt;br /&gt;i could not quite map the name with the face as i am wont to do  but i remarked on how she has aged gracefully and still have that svelte figure from her teens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the beginning of a marathon of 2 love stories.&lt;br /&gt;the 1st was entitled "back to me and you" and the 2nd, "love comes softly".&lt;br /&gt;both had the theme of finding love again. the 1st with the same man and the 2nd was with another one.&lt;br /&gt;the stories were simple and the endings were happy.&lt;br /&gt;that is how i want my lovestories anyways so it was a worthy 2hrs+ watching tv instead of studying. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115361793139086846?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115361793139086846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115361793139086846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115361793139086846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115361793139086846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/07/lovestories.html' title='lovestories'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-115279650455014564</id><published>2006-07-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:15:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sepsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="minusOne"&gt;according to http://www.nlm.nih.gov:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepsis is a severe illness caused by overwhelming infection of the&lt;br /&gt;bloodstream by toxin-producing bacteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="minusOne"&gt;In sepsis, blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;drops, resulting in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Major organs and systems, including the kidneys, liver, lungs, and&lt;br /&gt;central nervous system, stop functioning normally. And mind you,&lt;br /&gt;the mortality rate is more than 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging about this because my family had a really close encounter&lt;br /&gt;with this a few months back. and boy was it a real scare. instead of a&lt;br /&gt;holiday planned in san remigio, we  ended up holed in a local hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the thousands of pesos  spent on meds, hospital bills, docs fees,&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the sleepless nights in the hospital, i am so thankful to&lt;br /&gt;God for giving my dad a new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;thanks also to my tita doc who was so right to the point in detecting&lt;br /&gt;my pa's condition. u see, early detection is the key to sepsis. plus the&lt;br /&gt;discount we got because of tita doc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, treating open wounds immediately does help. bacteria&lt;br /&gt;is everywhere and when it enters your bloodstream and all other &lt;br /&gt;elements are ripe, better start praying for the best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115279650455014564?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115279650455014564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115279650455014564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115279650455014564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115279650455014564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/07/sepsis.html' title='sepsis'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-115279565581920250</id><published>2006-07-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:00:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey!</title><content type='html'>nakauli ko by 8p.m on a weekday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time in a year man siguro..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe mabaw au ko :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115279565581920250?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115279565581920250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115279565581920250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115279565581920250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115279565581920250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/07/yey.html' title='yey!'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-115212495799262224</id><published>2006-07-06T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:42:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>7/6/2006&lt;br /&gt;2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had italian food for dinner with a side dish of PMS&lt;br /&gt; and gelato topped with juicy office gossip for dessert...&lt;br /&gt;of course with the friendships (i.e. the remaining nsp loyalists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS btw is Post-Merit Syndrome as coined by one of the&lt;br /&gt;friendship  divas ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS is characterized by (me as):&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; proliferation of spam-like emails containing random congratulations&lt;br /&gt;interspersed with rants on the latest performance eval results&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; endless IP messages still with rants on the latest performance&lt;br /&gt;eval results&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; jabber-chats still with questions and hypothetical answers on&lt;br /&gt;the latest performance results.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; sit-down dinners with friends to further dissect the latest&lt;br /&gt;performance eval results.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; insomnia brought about by constant thinking of the&lt;br /&gt;performance eval results.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; this malady would sometimes last for a few days after the&lt;br /&gt;announcement of performance eval results to up to several months.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; terminal cases have been noted which results in eventual&lt;br /&gt;severance of ties with the "beloved" company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**kapuy man diay mag himo og dictionary sa? ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay...&lt;br /&gt;till the next PMS season na pud...&lt;br /&gt;unless i can finally make that great escape...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-115212495799262224?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/115212495799262224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=115212495799262224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115212495799262224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/115212495799262224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/07/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-114264584187296117</id><published>2006-03-18T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:37:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/fearless_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/fearless_33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;been a fan of jet li since i first saw shaolin temple and&lt;br /&gt;and the once upon a time in china series so you can&lt;br /&gt; just imagine how happy i am to see my hero on the&lt;br /&gt;big screen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this is the first movie of jet li that i was not&lt;br /&gt;so engrossed with the action scenes. not that the action&lt;br /&gt;was less entertaining. i was touched by the story.&lt;br /&gt;the message that  reached was this  - self-discipline does matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;watching the movie made we want to learn wushu :)&lt;br /&gt;God, he is so graceful and quick!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sa p.s.&lt;br /&gt;thanks au to my lalabs who finally gave in and watched the movie with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-114264584187296117?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/114264584187296117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=114264584187296117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114264584187296117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114264584187296117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/03/fearless.html' title='fearless'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-114208989036052370</id><published>2006-03-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:11:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ennui</title><content type='html'>Noun: ennui&lt;br /&gt; 1. The feeling of being bored by something tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adj: tedious&lt;br /&gt;  1. So lacking in interest as to cause mental weariness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it so fits me.&lt;br /&gt;not that i dont have anything that i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;not that i dont have anything that i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;is this mid-life crisis? :0&lt;br /&gt;i want something to change.&lt;br /&gt;but i am too tired to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in inertia...&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something, or someone&lt;br /&gt;to bump me off my present course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sad to say, i guess, as always,&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to do it myself :(&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is how my life will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me the strength to do what i know i should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-114208989036052370?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/114208989036052370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=114208989036052370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114208989036052370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114208989036052370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/03/ennui.html' title='ennui'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-114208809094937242</id><published>2006-03-11T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:13:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pastilan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/Dsc_0068--%20main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/Dsc_0068--%20main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have been in camotes now..&lt;br /&gt;dead-tired from swimming, snorkelling,&lt;br /&gt;wading through ankle-length, crystal clear water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women, commiserate with me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-114208809094937242?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/114208809094937242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=114208809094937242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114208809094937242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114208809094937242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/03/pastilan.html' title='pastilan!'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-114116396386821219</id><published>2006-03-01T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:59:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing shell</title><content type='html'>we lost shell today. he lost his battle with food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was such an affectionate pup.&lt;br /&gt;am sure he is in dog heaven now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-114116396386821219?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/114116396386821219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=114116396386821219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114116396386821219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/114116396386821219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-shell.html' title='losing shell'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113940706100213932</id><published>2006-02-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:57:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy pups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it is the year of the dog, i guess it is just fitting that my first post is about pups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i luv how these puppy pups follow me around, in the hope of getting a few morsels of meat or anything to chew on. not that we are starving our puppies :)   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113940706100213932?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113940706100213932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113940706100213932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113940706100213932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113940706100213932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2006/02/puppy-pups.html' title='puppy pups'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113587039552065023</id><published>2005-12-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:33:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not the usual christmas party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC04779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC04779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the past 5 years now, our office christmas party has been held at the same place...&lt;br /&gt;but this year, it was practically the same but something was different :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, it was an austere preparation for me...no dress this time!!! just my usual MK (Mita Kokusai) attire ...except the maong pants :) &lt;br /&gt;and this time, i just had powder and lipstick on ;) no contribution to the cash register of david's  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC04775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC04775.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the best friends one can have posing in front of that gigantic christmas tree at waterfront... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making christmas matter is not really a matter of wearing the right dress or makeup,&lt;br /&gt;it is being with the persons that matter most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends, in and out of the picture, merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113587039552065023?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113587039552065023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113587039552065023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113587039552065023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113587039552065023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-usual-christmas-party.html' title='not the usual christmas party'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113586849127603645</id><published>2005-12-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:16:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plantation bay , anyone?</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/7747/1675/1600/DSC03233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC03233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was browsing through my old files in an attempt to clean up my personal data, i came across an accounting of expenses incurred last may 2005 at where else, plantation bay : ) and boy was it an expensive kiat... but i guess it was worth every cent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine paying almost 20k for 2 rooms! but it was a dreamland for me.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you look, there are pools everywhere... and the view was just breathtaking ...that is why my friends and i just could not help but pose here, and there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC03263.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC03263.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC03232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113586849127603645?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113586849127603645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113586849127603645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113586849127603645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113586849127603645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/12/plantation-bay-anyone.html' title='plantation bay , anyone?'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113267080531160098</id><published>2005-11-22T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:46:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do u spell kazakhstan again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/kazakhstan-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/kazakhstan-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/kazakhstan-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/kazakhstan-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our circle, there has been a lot of talk about kazakhstan lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, we see our group as the next big thing. by that, i dont mean&lt;br /&gt;fame or fortune but i wouldnt mine if it did happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our next big thing is actually being able to finally make a move on our future.&lt;br /&gt;and though that future may find us taking different directions,&lt;br /&gt;we have promised to keep in touch .... and to meet in ....&lt;br /&gt;that's right! kazakhstan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why kazakhstan?!? well, it seems one of the places we "think" we&lt;br /&gt;can afford, a few years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but based on these prices, it is not that cheap...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Average Room Prices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;table class="money-costs" border="0"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;     &lt;td align="left" width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deluxe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr align="center"&gt;     &lt;td align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$10-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$20-50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$50-120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$120+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Average Meal Prices&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;table class="money-costs" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;     &lt;td align="left" width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr align="center"&gt;     &lt;td align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$8-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;US$40-60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...guys, how about bhutan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113267080531160098?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113267080531160098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113267080531160098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113267080531160098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113267080531160098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-do-u-spell-kazakhstan-again.html' title='how do u spell kazakhstan again?'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113266901249413121</id><published>2005-11-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:16:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>road to somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/road-to-somewhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/road-to-somewhere.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;this was taken by my sister in her 1st interstate drive in the land of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;milk and honey.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;God gave my sister a very unique birthday gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;her 1st out of country plane ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;a new job in an exciting career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;lots of opportunity to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i had hoped for the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;actually, just the job part. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;but things are not to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;just yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;patience is a virtue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;and prayers can work wonders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;right palang? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113266901249413121?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113266901249413121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113266901249413121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113266901249413121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113266901249413121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/11/road-to-somewhere.html' title='road to somewhere'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113266723653561065</id><published>2005-11-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:47:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spinster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility was published when she was at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, if i had lived during her time, i would be like her, a spinster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by definition, a spinster is an elderly, unmarried woman. i may be unmarried but i am not 'yet' elderly. not by a stretch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do however hope that i would be more of the bridget jones type...the one who finally gets to share the rest of her life with someone really special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113266723653561065?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113266723653561065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113266723653561065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113266723653561065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113266723653561065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/11/spinster.html' title='spinster'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113089803332278129</id><published>2005-11-02T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:20:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSCF8230.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSCF8230.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;what more can a woman ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty with brains to boot!&lt;br /&gt;a sweet and loving hubby&lt;br /&gt;a really good attitude to life&lt;br /&gt;super na great friends pa jud ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mao nga times like these,&lt;br /&gt;maka-waahhhh unsa man ako&lt;br /&gt;ihatag jud ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the best thing for us, friends,&lt;br /&gt;will be to pray for the best&lt;br /&gt;for a really dear friend..&lt;br /&gt;who deserves nothing less :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113089803332278129?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113089803332278129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113089803332278129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113089803332278129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113089803332278129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-girl.html' title='birthday girl'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113076703213027203</id><published>2005-10-31T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:57:22.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC04585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC04585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there,&lt;br /&gt;i had hoped&lt;br /&gt;to witness that sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here,&lt;br /&gt;i only hope&lt;br /&gt;not to miss the last train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-113076703213027203?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113076703213027203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113076703213027203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113076703213027203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113076703213027203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/missed-sunset.html' title='missed sunset'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-113007379382436947</id><published>2005-10-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:26:02.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>東京</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC02360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/200/DSC02360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alone in tokyo. for the nth time. wahhhh. makahurot yen. &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/17533467-113007379382436947?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/113007379382436947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=113007379382436947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113007379382436947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/113007379382436947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='東京'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-112955101015211329</id><published>2005-10-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:24:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/IMG_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/IMG_0477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a friend caught me online today.  he was reminding me to be finally present at the baptism of his soon to pop out 2nd baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you see, i was not there during his wedding and his 1st baby's baptism because of work-related reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;that same day, a newly found japanese friend told me it is her last day today...2 months before she is scheduled to deliver her 1st baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ako kaya, when? hmmm..... the sound of my body clock is beginning to sound like a gong ... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-112955101015211329?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/112955101015211329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=112955101015211329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112955101015211329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112955101015211329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/baby-talk.html' title='baby talk'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-112930113251913775</id><published>2005-10-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:31:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>level 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 8:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;13 oct. 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! another life lost! been pounding the keys of my mobile&lt;br /&gt;fone for 15 minutes now...waiting for my lawyer here in the hall of&lt;br /&gt;justice. the funny thing is, i do not even know how my lawyer looks&lt;br /&gt;like. u see, he is just a standin for my real lawyer who is still in&lt;br /&gt;sick bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my mom filed a civil case against a person whom it seems&lt;br /&gt;thinks that i am working my butts off so she can take off with my&lt;br /&gt;money and spend it as she wants. i guess trying to help off "someone&lt;br /&gt;in need" can sometimes make you rethink the good samaritan parable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after a year or so with nary a whimper as to whether she&lt;br /&gt;will be returning the money or not, my mom snapped and here we&lt;br /&gt;are in the hall of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom got a call yesterday telling us to be at the hall of justice at&lt;br /&gt;8 a.m. the only problem is, we are supposed to meet up with our lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;after 30 minutes of futile attempts at level 41,  mom and i finally&lt;br /&gt;decided to go in and take a look at the court room where all the&lt;br /&gt;action and talk is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty interesting since most of the disputes were land&lt;br /&gt;related.  the judge was asking the poor old man whether the&lt;br /&gt;defendants have already vacated the land. the poor man&lt;br /&gt;evidently couldn't understand what the lady judge was&lt;br /&gt;asking and was probably wishing that the floor would open&lt;br /&gt;up and swallow him whole at that instant. the lady judge&lt;br /&gt;finally spoke in the vernacular but i guess the man was still&lt;br /&gt;in shock and could only look at the intimidating lady in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few discourses, the court clerk stood and announced&lt;br /&gt;the next case. and my name was announced!  right away, a&lt;br /&gt;man in barong stood and started addressing the judge. so&lt;br /&gt;there is my lawyer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proceedings went on smoothly. the judge was reading&lt;br /&gt;something about making a summary judgment since there&lt;br /&gt;has been no response from the defendants. and  before i knew&lt;br /&gt;it, my 1000-peso worth of representation was over. the court&lt;br /&gt;clerk was calling out for the next case again...and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;yet another land dispute. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making my way out, i almost bumped into 2 men held together&lt;br /&gt;by handcuffs. for some reason, they were smiling.&lt;br /&gt;something you would not think you'd see on the face of someone&lt;br /&gt;looking at possible prison time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours in court done.&lt;br /&gt;level 41 yet to be conquered...&lt;br /&gt;now, where's that mobile fone of mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-112930113251913775?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/112930113251913775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=112930113251913775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112930113251913775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112930113251913775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/level-41.html' title='level 41'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-112878445525272412</id><published>2005-10-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:09:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC029323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC029323.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;leaping from a comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;one can probably come up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;with a hundred and one ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;an equivalent hundred and one ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;why one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;my friend did it to be with a  loved one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;my sister is doing it for growth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;another friend wants to do it as a statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;me? i'd probably do it for my sanity....&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/17533467-112878445525272412?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/112878445525272412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=112878445525272412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112878445525272412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112878445525272412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/leap.html' title='leap'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-112874242467759989</id><published>2005-10-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:41:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/suerte1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/suerte1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from a committed girl to another committed girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl1: magkagusto pa ka og lain guy? truth or truth ni...&lt;br /&gt;girl2: hahahaha...crush2x lang...u?&lt;br /&gt;girl1: oo...kanang ganahan lang gud...&lt;br /&gt;girl2: mao.... like papa sam...(*^_^*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl1: mao na  :D&lt;br /&gt;girl1: makes you think, if manguyab nimo si papa sam, mabiyaan ba ka ha ang SO?&lt;br /&gt;girl2: unya? mabiyaan?&lt;br /&gt;girl1: lisud man...guapo ra au heheheh....&lt;br /&gt;girl2: mao...daghan karibal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess most kapamilyas now are glued to pinoy big brother because of papa sam.&lt;br /&gt;most ha? did not say all kay basi naa mo react ;)&lt;br /&gt;am pretty sure at some point in daily conversations, daydreamings, his name crops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would u in fact do?&lt;br /&gt;give up something stable for something untested?&lt;br /&gt;someone you have come to know over someone yet to be dissected?&lt;br /&gt;familiarity over adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the meantime....&lt;br /&gt;pbb na!!! just have to get that daily dose of papa sam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-112874242467759989?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/112874242467759989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=112874242467759989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112874242467759989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112874242467759989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/papa-sam.html' title='papa sam'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-112860562156410941</id><published>2005-10-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:24:13.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC028331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC028331.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing the setting sun always relaxes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is as if all the frustrations of the day are swept away...&lt;br /&gt;going down with that orange fireball&lt;br /&gt;receding, creeping into the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is as if the memories made in the day are quietly tucked away...&lt;br /&gt;blending slowly with the fading colors&lt;br /&gt;making a picture perfect canvass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-112860562156410941?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112860562156410941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112860562156410941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunset.html' title='sunset'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17533467.post-112860482460086160</id><published>2005-10-06T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:04:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/1600/DSC01499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7747/1675/320/DSC01499.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend once commented&lt;br /&gt;that  4 hours was the maximum for&lt;br /&gt;him for plane rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just enough time to take him  from&lt;br /&gt;the land of the rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;to the pearl of the orient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;kawai sou ne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;to be bridled with a  lamentable fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;dozing off  in that steel bird often jolts him&lt;br /&gt;in a feeling of free fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;of plunging to a bottomless pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;maybe...just  maybe...&lt;br /&gt;he just needs a hand to hold on to for that lazy plane trip&lt;br /&gt;to that part of the world now only seen vicariously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;well, there are other ways of getting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;if you have the time  (^o^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17533467-112860482460086160?l=talisik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/feeds/112860482460086160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17533467&amp;postID=112860482460086160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112860482460086160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17533467/posts/default/112860482460086160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talisik.blogspot.com/2005/10/flying.html' title='flying'/><author><name>chocnut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10755270131097802057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a278/rndrps/leanne.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
