<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7802070615517440996</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:09:24.043-07:00</updated><category term="family"/><category term="life"/><category term="sports"/><title type='text'>One, two, three...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-4469061448560111640</id><published>2010-10-22T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:28:31.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Orange October!</title><content type='html'>Quickies and highlights!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;SF Giants!&lt;/b&gt; Die-hards like me have been waiting for this for some time now. I love the group of guys that are in that clubhouse right now, and everything they have done and are doing mean so much to a fan like me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Work.&lt;/b&gt; About three weeks in, and I was elected as a candidate for a new promotion. In the sixth week, that promotion took place! :) After next week&#39;s three-day training, I will be going live! Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Disneyland!&lt;/b&gt; Once again, I made a trip to my home away from home with the bf. It was short, but very relaxing. We took four-hour breaks each day to watch the SF Giants game. Lol! Big shout-out to my father for taking the time to drive us to and from the airport. He&#39;s the best! ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Family...&lt;/b&gt; what can I say? They&#39;re the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK! I apologize for lack of updates. I&#39;ve been so exhausted lately, but I do promise to be back really soon! It&#39;s Orange October... LET&#39;S GO GIANTS!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4469061448560111640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-orange-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/4469061448560111640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/4469061448560111640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-orange-october.html' title='Hello, Orange October!'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-9079232159694729762</id><published>2010-09-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:09:35.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I wear white?</title><content type='html'>My first week at my new workplace was not so bad. I worked six days and recorded forty-four hours of &quot;labor.&quot; By labor I meant: online modules, some hands-on, a lot of observing, and &quot;running.&quot; My new co-workers are pretty much cool people with some good-feels and others still water-testing. Hopefully, once I&#39;ve got just about everything down and good to go, I&#39;ll be alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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For Labor Day weekend, I went with my brothers and two other JB guys &amp;amp; their families to Tomales Bay. Driving through Point Reyes reminded me of years past, and the adventures I have taken. It was a lovely drive despite my sick condition and sleepiness. The kids seemed to have enjoyed the beach and the hiking trail. I enjoyed my picnic chair under the tree. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh! I finally caved in and got the iPhone 4. It was sort of a pushed move by my brother, but I guess I needed the upgrade since my phone was sloooow. I am liking it just as I liked my 3G, which I miss by the way. Also, I have not encountered any problems with the signal reception. Well, except for when we drove through the mountains on the way to Point Reyes. I don&#39;t think that counts though, since that could just be AT&amp;amp;T&#39;s coverage. Well, I haven&#39;t fully used the extra functions of this new phone, so we&#39;ll see as time progresses. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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That is all for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9079232159694729762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-wear-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/9079232159694729762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/9079232159694729762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-wear-white.html' title='Can I wear white?'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-5371568931071605525</id><published>2010-08-30T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:50:24.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense!</title><content type='html'>The weekend has come to an end, and just like all the other weekends, it felt too short.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday was one exciting, &quot;epic&quot; day of basketball that came to a heartbreaking end. Precise Gang &quot;Falcons&quot; went into playoffs undefeated, and were about to face two more teams before playing in the championship game. As they stacked points in their first two games, the last game was a different story. They started the game down nearly eight points and already in foul trouble, most of which came from phantom and ticky-tac calls by the amateur referees. Still, the team overcame the deficit putting themselves up with less than a minute to go in the game. From there, it all went downhill with fouls committed for no production at all, and extended the game into overtime. Needless to say, our undefeated team lost their battle in the championship. This is not to say the team was no better than the opponent, but instead simply fell short of the finish line. No tears could keep the game going, and no words could change the outcome. In the end, the trophy went home with the other team, and ours left with nothing but low heads. I hope our team realizes the hard work they have put in throughout the season, and the terror they&#39;ve created in others as their opponents. Cheers to my awesome men-- B2K, Chargers, Falcons, Precise Gang.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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On to a different tune of the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt a little guilty for not tipping the lady that threaded my eyebrows today. I have a good reason though, I think. As I was sitting back on the chair, she asked me, &quot;Are you pregnant?&quot; I am not pregnant, but I will admit that I have gained some serious wait. Still, I felt offended by her unprofessionalism, or was that just lack of manners? Although I&#39;&#39;ve gone to the place a few times, it was my first encounter with this lady. Therefore, she does not know me well enough to ask any direct questions like she did. I may just be over-reacting though I hope not. :( Grr. Her piercing stare let me know her feelings towards me, and I could really care less.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good night and wish me luck as I embark a new journey tomorrow! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5371568931071605525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/defense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/5371568931071605525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/5371568931071605525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/defense.html' title='Defense!'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-4611323531450768391</id><published>2010-08-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:58:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking up is hard to do.</title><content type='html'>I am talking about my most recent break up with my job of two years. Having been been there five days just about every week for two years and one month had me attached to the place. However, when a new and brighter opportunity presented itself, I had no choice but to grab it. Still, from the moment I knew I had to turn in a resignation paper to the day that was finally my last, I felt all sorts of emotion. In some ways, I was excited to know I could still be a contender elsewhere, and in another, I felt like a traitor for choosing to leave. All week, I tried to slowly empty out my credenza and drawers, finding papers that triggered different nerves within me. In the end, I knew I wanted to leave no work for others to complete. I wanted to make sure that I was leaving clean and with no problems for my soon-to-be ex-coworkers. Finally, the day came... my last day of employment. Initialing off and approving these wonderful people&#39;s works were about to be out of my daily routine. I miss them already. Finding a replacement for me was &quot;a tall order&quot; according to my manager. I was her right-hand woman; I did everything she asked me to do without mistakes and without complains. Though yesterday was officially my last day, I offered to open the building one last time this morning in addition to turning in my keys after. What a day. The moment my keys, all of which I first signed out in July 2008, were officially tuned in today. I felt so bare. I turned in my gate pass, which made me feel officially &quot;out.&quot; I tried not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three hours later, it was my last punch out. I said goodbye to my &quot;mom&quot; of two years - the lady who trained, supported, and fed me. She was the hardest part of the goodbye. We had a rollercoaster ride working together. Though we butt heads at times, we were still the tandem to beat. I love her. I&#39;m gonna miss her. LN. PM. &amp;lt;3 :) I cried. The manager said to not be babies, but who was she to talk? I left. For the last time, I exited through the employee door, and pulled out of the Supervisor&#39;s parking space. It was my last hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to miss that little team. I&#39;m going to miss my &quot;mom.&quot; I&#39;m going to miss the ups and downs and turn-arounds. I&#39;m going to miss my customers. I&#39;m going to miss my daily routine. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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SAD FACE.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4611323531450768391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/4611323531450768391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/4611323531450768391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breaking up is hard to do.'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-1034844830116446525</id><published>2010-08-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:10:01.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One MK would be nice.</title><content type='html'>My middle-child brother used to give awesome gifts for special occasions like Christmas and birthdays. However, since he got with his girlfriend-turned-wife, he became a cheap-o. Don&#39;t get me wrong or anything -- I appreciate anything and everything from them. As a matter of fact, I love most of them. However, lately my family has been receiving gifts such as Snuggie, techno-colored pajamas, clothes that are too small but were bought because they were on sale, and yoga pants. Of course, each item was appreciated dearly, but I was saddened when I found out what their friends received. Try Michael Kors and Coach purses, designer quilted beddings, or how about Lacoste outfits? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;
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Even my 13-year-old nephew and parents recognize the huge defecit. I feel robbed of my role as a sister (-in-law). Blahhh... I just want my brother back! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1034844830116446525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-mk-would-be-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/1034844830116446525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/1034844830116446525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-mk-would-be-nice.html' title='One MK would be nice.'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-7926236870024590687</id><published>2010-08-23T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:59:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to be cleared.</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful birthday week! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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First off, I was able to do everything I needed to do. :) I got my fingerprinting, notary, and drug test done and turned in! My phone on-boarding orientation went pretty well and quickly as well. I&#39;m just waiitng to get the &quot;all-clear signal&quot; now. Ahh! I&#39;m so nervous and anxious&lt;br /&gt;
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My birthday was awesome. At work, my co-workers and I had a potluck to celebrate... me! One of our US Treasury clients brought me a mocha frappuccino from Starbucks as well. :) Mm! At home, I blew out candles on two cakes: a Hello Kitty cake made of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and a Strawberry Shortcake ice cream cake from Coldstone. YUMMY! Around 5p, the boyfriend and I left for San Francisco, where we watched &lt;b&gt;Beauty and the Beast, the Musical&lt;/b&gt;. It was so good and super funny! Needless to say, my birthday was full of love and blessings! &lt;i&gt;Thank you to everyone who greeted me whether via calls, text messaging, Twitter, Facebook, or in person. Each and everyone of you made me feel &#39;that much&#39; happier. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In addiiton, I gave my resignation letter on my birthday as well. I didn&#39;t know how to go about it, so I typed out my letter and filled out the official form from work. Yikes! =/ Dun, dun, dun... Thursday is my prospected last day of work at my current job.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ahh!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7926236870024590687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-to-be-cleared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/7926236870024590687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/7926236870024590687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-to-be-cleared.html' title='Waiting to be cleared.'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-8322029016607794411</id><published>2010-08-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:12:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need encouragement for some courage.</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;b&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt; much things to do this week, and with the whole week already pre-planned, I don&#39;t know how to make time for the new (very) important tasks that &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; came up. Everything is happening so fast that I can barely breathe. Still, I feel extremely blessed. :) Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the most important and perhaps the most difficult thing I have to do this week, preferrably tomorrow, is to resign from my current job. WHAT?! The worst part? It won&#39;t even be a two-week notice. ::sigh:: I&#39;m having a hard time separating from a place I&#39;ve been calling home five days a week for two years. How do I go about this? I don&#39;t even know, but we&#39;ll see...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll stay posted.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8322029016607794411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-encouragement-for-some-courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/8322029016607794411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/8322029016607794411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-encouragement-for-some-courage.html' title='I need encouragement for some courage.'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-4469460702526161724</id><published>2010-08-14T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:21:31.972-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports"/><title type='text'>No. 57</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to put a recap on my &lt;i&gt;exciting &lt;/i&gt;week. It was full of celebrations and anticipation. On Tuesday, my brother turned thirty-five. Yes, we&#39;ve got quite a gap in age. We celebrated the day at home. The following day, the family went swimming (we like water) while I was at work. I followed to the location after work in time for dinner. I waited a while though, so I could listen to the Giants game during the dreaded drive. I hate driving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mid-week, I had an interview for another job. I was nervous and excited and hopeful all at the same time. I thought the interview went well, not exactly well enough to probably make the interviewers to want me. I had to wait until Friday to know the results. On Thursday, my phone was malfunctioning. Calls weren&#39;t coming through, and text messages and voicemails didn&#39;t come until hours later. I missed three important calls: counselor, Kings representative, and a recruiter. Nonetheless, I received &lt;i&gt;the call&lt;/i&gt; on Friday, and was given the absolute great news. SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;
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On Thursday, the boyfriend and I met with Brandon Lohmann, a sales &amp;amp; marketing representative for the Sacramento Kings. He gave us a brief run-through of Arco Arena, and then gave us possibilities to become season ticket holders. We&#39;re thinking about getting quarter season tickets, but we&#39;ll see. However, if &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;do decided you want to be season ticket holders, contact Brandon! He&#39;s super nice. Shoot me a message, and I&#39;d be happy to send you his number.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, I took my dad and boyfriend to watch the three-game series opener of Giants vs Padres at AT&amp;amp;T Park. Although we lost, we still had an amazing time. My dad got me the &lt;i&gt;Pablo Sandoval Panda Hat&lt;/i&gt; -- finally! :) I&#39;ve been wanting one for so long. Lol! We had great seats, but it was too bad that no balls came our way. Next time, heh. &lt;b&gt;The Giants won today though in the 11th inning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s pretty much it for my week. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. I seriously enjoy getting glimpses of &lt;i&gt;my number fifty-seven.&lt;/i&gt; Hahah. -___-</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4469460702526161724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/4469460702526161724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/4469460702526161724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-57.html' title='No. 57'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-7102823706618013408</id><published>2010-08-09T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:37:23.766-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>Having an &quot;eight to five, Monday to Friday&quot; job sounds like a dream. A lot of people would love to have nights and weekends off, and I do too! However, it takes a lot from me both mentally and physically. By the time the weekends come, I still have so much to do with so little time. Why aren&#39;t clinics and offices open on weekends or past five?! Ugh. Still, I feel extremely blessed to have a job that gives me medical, dental, and vision benefits. Nowadays, even an entry level job is hard to snatch. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;
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My nephews and niece have been here for the past week or so. I love them to pieces, but sometimes my ears start to steam when all I hear are five and seven-year-olds telling on one another about the smallest things like, &quot;He almost closed the door on me!&quot; Ahh! Those two have a love-hate cousin relationship. They miss one another when the other&#39;s missing, but they fight like crazy when they&#39;re together. Of course, they&#39;re okay just two minutes after getting one another in trouble. Ohhh, children. I&#39;m just glad they aren&#39;t mine. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK. Now, I&#39;m anxious for Tuesday and Friday. I hope everything goes well. :) Good luck to me! Please keep me in your prayers. I need GREAT vibes. &amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7102823706618013408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/drained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/7102823706618013408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/7102823706618013408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-2884838164146282658</id><published>2010-07-31T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:19:31.362-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><title type='text'>Hammy is three.</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, my nephew (who we like to call &quot;Hammy&quot;) celebrated his third birthday. On the days leading up to his birthday, I constantly asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and he only had &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; response. &quot;Chuck Cheeese!&quot; Yes, he meant Chuck E Cheese&#39;s, and that&#39;s exactly where my family and close friends celebrated him for lunch. Indeed, he was a happy camper. As for the rest of the day? Well, we celebrated him by doing his new-found love: swimming! It was so much fun, and the big kids enjoyed themselves some more as well. I couldn&#39;t be happier for my sweet little Hammy. Ohh... and Ninang &amp;amp; Fish got him a pair of Nike Frees, two sets of shorts, and two shirts. Gooood stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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As for work, well... -_________-</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2884838164146282658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/hammy-is-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/2884838164146282658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/2884838164146282658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/hammy-is-three.html' title='Hammy is three.'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-8920879618863696371</id><published>2010-07-25T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:19:38.257-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><title type='text'>My favorite cook</title><content type='html'>I would just like to take the time to let everyone know that &lt;b&gt;my father&lt;/b&gt; is my favorite cook in the world. :) It may be bias, but what can I say? I&#39;m a daddy&#39;s girl. Seriously though, I love his personal touches on whatever dish he is cooking. I especially love his flared traditional Filipino dishes. Mm, all day please! I also love his steaks and tortas. Aaah... my mouth is watering now. I would love to someday learn his recipes and techniques, but I doubt I&#39;d ever be able to duplicate his stuff. I like it that way though -- having to look forward to his cooking, knowing that I can&#39;t go into any restaurant to satisfy the craving. I&#39;m pretty lucky that I still live with my parents. However, when the day comes that I no longer do, I&#39;d have to make sure that I continue the fambam&#39;s tradition: Sundays at mom and dad&#39;s. =)&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and my mama? She has her specialties, too. I love her spaghetti, which is neither the tradition Italian or Filipino. It&#39;s... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d like to consider myself lucky to have great homecooked meals. &amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8920879618863696371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-favorite-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/8920879618863696371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/8920879618863696371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-favorite-cook.html' title='My favorite cook'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802070615517440996.post-8028895525216917182</id><published>2010-07-21T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:07:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s looking at things another way.</title><content type='html'>Forgive me. I like to start fresh, and I cannot get away from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/&quot;&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;... my blogging home since 2001 (according to my long-time profile), perhaps even before that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m kind of homey like that, and that is why I miss my happy home - Disneyland. I think I&#39;ve gone back three times this year alone. I live a seven hour drive away, just for reference. Anyway, here is a quote from Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wish to go back soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, the title post? From Wicked. :) I watched it for the second time last night at the Orpheum Theatre in San Francisco. It was wickedly funny just like the first show I watched, but this time two different actresses played the roles of Elphaba and Glinda. The show is leaving early September, so if you&#39;re in the area and have not seen it... GO!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8028895525216917182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-looking-at-things-another-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/8028895525216917182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802070615517440996/posts/default/8028895525216917182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmangoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-looking-at-things-another-way.html' title='It&#39;s looking at things another way.'/><author><name>PM.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16378087641996170702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>