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Understanding and patience is best attitude to keep when your in relationship. Be patience to wait him.her for a couple of minutes when he or she is late at your date. Understand why there are times, he or she have to cancel &amp;nbsp;a promise bonding time with you because of some certain reasons. Remember, yes your in relationship and yet, you both still have an outside world.&lt;/div&gt;
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who`s who if they don`t have name tags of their baby dress. But, as they grow up, some deference were also identified between them. Shape of the face, depth of dimples, and some small visible marks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their family is not well off, their father income is just enough, or sometimes less for their needs. I witness, how these three have their rice coffee instead of milk when they are just 1 year old and up. Yet, they grow strong and healthy in God`s grace. Now, they are really grown ups, beautiful and smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-7766129284102162679?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-25T02:39:20.288+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cnffb84slxw/T76AON1YJsI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qSeL4dMKuhc/s72-c/triplets.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Unusual without HiM</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/05/unusual-without-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 00:38:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-120414756785823489</guid><description>HiM went home for couple of days to Bicol for the favor that his Tito asked to him. For those days, I`m not comfortable that we`re distant apart. Not, because I`m worried that he might play around. But, I feel unusual knowing that he is miles away from me. Here in Manila, I`m in Taguig and his in Pasig, and its fine. It`s really different that he is in Bicol and I`m in Manila, it drives me crazy thinking over, if he is okey, if he eat already and &amp;nbsp;I keep asking when he`s coming back. (over!!! hehehehe )&lt;br /&gt;
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Plus, added to my anxiety is, he is not replying to my messages, if he does, too late!. Also, sometimes he wasn`t able to answer my calls. ggrrrrhhh! And most of his reasons are, his little busy because some friends come over to their house, he fall sleep, he left his cellphone, he got lowbat... etc!&lt;br /&gt;
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Good, yesterday he`s back, we`re in normal phase again, hehheehe! Although, I really miss Him. And we have dinner date last night, he keep on saying sorry on what he did in Bicol, for not replying on my messages and sometimes not answering my calls, and for being "pasaway na boyfriend".But he said, he will make it up to me. Yahh!, he should be, or he`ll be punish. Oh, just kidding! I love you too Hon :)&lt;br /&gt;
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PUSH - Pray Until Something Happened. &amp;nbsp;Self motivation is really needed if you really determine to accomplish a job with a good result. I`ve been working again with the Abaqus for two days, and I`m almost to its end. But as I get closer to the finished line, things become more complicated. whhoohhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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10 pages left out of 63. &amp;nbsp;I almost there, though I still have some questions need to confirm on previous pages, those are just support details on the process . More doze of PUSH I have to take maybe until tomorrow to make Abaqus in reality. &amp;nbsp;And when it happened, I know achievement taste so sweet. Ahhhjahhh&lt;br /&gt;
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As the four boys, keep clicking their mouse, zoom in, zoom out, rotate clockwise, rotate counterclockwise. drag up, down, to the left and right. If the model can complain, it does already, good thing it has no choice but to go with the flow, swing along whichever the right hand and fingers may stop and go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tik tak toe :)... clock is on! but seems so slow. Everyone want to drag clock`s hand to make it 3:10 for coffee break or better yet 5:25 for handover and then go home. &amp;nbsp;One day is over! For next day, nothing is sure but need to be ready for another PETIKS day to endure or much to enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-8640323081274163294?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-14T14:40:39.199+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0-T14Aee4E/T7CodkBj4DI/AAAAAAAAA5A/OHw29dvaDWw/s72-c/mama.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I`m Goody Girl</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-goody-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 21:49:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-3586572411508827987</guid><description>One of the attitude of HiM that sometimes I don`t like is, He don`t know, to say "NO" on favors that some friends or relatives ask him. When I ask, Why?.. He`ll just say :, I can`t say, No, I can`t turn them down.(grrhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;
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For that, even it swing my mood, I have to be a goody girlfriend ( hehehe ) . &amp;nbsp;I have to support him all the way, one thing that he needs in times of trouble is my support, not my nag and complains.. ( it can wait, anyway) hahaha!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-3586572411508827987?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-14T12:49:19.564+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgmCzujfP6c/T7COm89HhyI/AAAAAAAAA40/WjtnSydDLjA/s72-c/mama.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>For Mama</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/05/for-mama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 20:06:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-1937413191390000256</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I can`t think of the best word, to say how great you are. &amp;nbsp;All Mom is best in their own special way, but for me, you`re the best of all the best. &amp;nbsp;I`m thankful, because We`re so blessed that you are our mother. For years, you`re not only mother but a father as well. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for the unconditional love. For being so strong for all of us. You are my inspiration. &amp;nbsp;You are my strength. I love you so much. I`m sorry for those times, I been&amp;nbsp;stubborn&amp;nbsp;and hardheaded. (hehehe)... I love you Ma :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-1937413191390000256?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-14T11:06:48.693+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16ZhPwwRPUs/T7B2onNiiDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/SvxLJJ4UkY4/s72-c/mama.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Adieu :(</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/04/adieu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 23:08:39 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-4286827075163905094</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21YT-rDZIvU/T4u3UFXTfvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qHwGgyPXXYg/s1600/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21YT-rDZIvU/T4u3UFXTfvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qHwGgyPXXYg/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731876506424278770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must not feel sad with the resignation of the this two boys whom I work with for almost two years. I could say, Mar and Noel are two of the best associates.  When they have job to be done, they make it sure to finished it before or within the deadline.  So easy and good to work with. &lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;Very professionals towards their job... I know, in their absence, there would be a big adjustment to be made for the whole team... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, whatever their reason of leaving, I know they just follow what they want to have in life and what they want to be. Personal growth and be more competitive towards their profession as fresh graduates, I know the feeling of wanting to explore in the industry.  Gain more experience and learn everything that boost your interest.  It`s not an easy decision to make, but they have to take risk for them to get what they dream.  I just wish them the best luck a head of them.  Though, I`m confident that whatever they will go through they can make it with flying colors! 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I`m gonna miss the "emo boy wafu" ( Mar) and "da boy" ( Noel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodluck and Good bless boys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-4286827075163905094?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-16T14:08:39.458+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21YT-rDZIvU/T4u3UFXTfvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qHwGgyPXXYg/s72-c/IMG_2494.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Surprise from Him :)</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/04/surprise-from-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 11:11:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-7824196908957035276</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf-psdNES1c/T4hsHNSM85I/AAAAAAAAA4U/kp8WIDO89q0/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf-psdNES1c/T4hsHNSM85I/AAAAAAAAA4U/kp8WIDO89q0/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730949396909847442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Him acting &lt;/span&gt;weird&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;  this past two days.  His temper is hot and cold!!! hehehe.  I can`t talked to him seriously over the phone. We`re having Q&amp;amp;A portion... one question one answer! and most of it is "yes", "no" and okey... and honestly he is getting into my nerves too!  hmmmm... feeling like, my &lt;/span&gt;patience is being tested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;He is supposed to fetch me at Alabang, coming from the office early this morning. But he wasn`t able to wake up on time.  I`m already in Alabang, when he answer my call.  We juts decided to met halfway and have breakfast at Mcdo and bring me home right after. Then, past 12:00 noon, he text me that, he was going to drop by and come with me to Alabang. But, since I need to by a gift, I replied to met him in Ayala instead and from there we go to Alabang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;On our way to Alabang, I asked him, why he is acting weird for the past 2 days, he just smile and said "nothing... I just miss you"... wow, so sweet ( kilig naman ako) :), to his sweetness, I also replied "I miss you too" ayyiieieee...! Then, he said, "for you not to miss me, I want to give you something, that when I`m not around just hold it so you could feel my presence, It`s in my necklace"... I thought, He is going to give me his necklace... so I said, "no it`s yours, I`m okey", because I know, it was like his lucky charm. But, he said... no, just pull my necklace! and I was so surprise when I saw the ring.  Speechless!!! I just hug him and say thank you! and He give me a kiss :)...&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/1195690925066985771-7824196908957035276?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-14T02:11:02.183+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf-psdNES1c/T4hsHNSM85I/AAAAAAAAA4U/kp8WIDO89q0/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Bakasyon Grande :)</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/04/bakasyon-grande.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:16:12 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-8457995696669382155</guid><description>I never expect that our vacation will be that happy and successful.  I could say, it was one of the best vacation I ever had.  I really enjoy a lot.  Even it was not plan very well, everything went smoothly.   We had a safe trip back and fort.  The weather is good.  Almost everything that we want to do has been accomplished.  We really thank God for giving us that kind of opportunity a time spent together with our family and friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4ywQHtjByI/T4SFlmLeGrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rjFKlpqq1Ro/s1600/h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4ywQHtjByI/T4SFlmLeGrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rjFKlpqq1Ro/s320/h.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729851506872425138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday around10:30am,we just have a quick drop at our individual houses to change and went to Rizal for my Lola`s 30 days. There, we meet the oldies on my side. Since this was the first time that we went home together. I have to introduced him,not only to my immediate family but to the whole clan.Hehehe! Nervous at first,but were able to manage. Same thing,when he introduced me on his side,though I already know his mom and all of his brothers, only to his Dad. Still, it was different to be introduced being his girlfriend, because I don`t know what do they expect.If they will like me or not. Good thing, we feel good vibes and support from both parties.hehehe!...In the evening,Ronald invite at Rizal beach, jamming session and catch up things with some of my childhood friends. They have prepared "hinagum"... wow! sarap :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjpYxu9iKY/T4SFXPzPkXI/AAAAAAAAA38/bz4rnLeYWUM/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjpYxu9iKY/T4SFXPzPkXI/AAAAAAAAA38/bz4rnLeYWUM/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729851260347060594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our second day, we wake up early in the morning, we left at home around 4:45 am and went to the beach. We have little walk at the seashore.  Build sand castle and go swimming for  almost an hour. At 7:30 am, we`re home again and have breakfast.  Then, we looked for our reservation ticket, sad because we`re not able to get ticket for April 9, fully booked already, so we decided to get the available seats for April 8. We really have to make most of our time because we were less by one day.  We decided to drop at Benad house and have our lunch at Paco in Kuya Mark`s place.  Payting and Benad do the cooking for our lunch. we have our siesta at bahay Kubo, nice fresh air.  In the afternoon, the boys get buko... hmmmmm! sarap... fresh sweet buko juice. I miss a lot of this things for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RaFMr5gC_WM/T4SFI2QGY6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/_5RLC8ZoLQ8/s1600/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RaFMr5gC_WM/T4SFI2QGY6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/_5RLC8ZoLQ8/s320/b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729851012970603426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our third day, it was Good Friday already.  Since for catholic practice, no eating of meat is strictly observe during Good Friday. And also less outdoors activities except those on the church.  As part of our bonding we spent our time in cooking in their place together with his three brothers.  While we are cleaning and preparing the malunggay vegetable for lunch, his kuya volunteered to cook the pacit we buy at the market for breakfast.  Then, Paul also volunteered to scraped the coconut for Malunggay.  And Payt is the one who cook the ginataang malunggay, I`m the sample taster... hehehe! After cooking, we took some to bring at home for our lunch. It was really nice, that we came both are in same place. Exchange or sharing dish is not that difficult. Hahaha! (Tipid).  In the afternoon, we joined the "Prusisyon" it was around the publacion and almost all the symbolic image and all the saints of the Catholic church are present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRw4XfhoWj4/T4SE3JGVUmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/18NlrWKp6aw/s1600/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRw4XfhoWj4/T4SE3JGVUmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/18NlrWKp6aw/s320/c.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729850708792267362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, on Black Saturday we have our outing at Orok cold spring.  At 5:00 am we`re are already at the market for our foods need to bring. We have ginataang langka, pusit, fish to grill, watermelon and some snacks. Around 10:00 am, we arrived at the spring, the place are almost full. Lucky, one last cottage left for us. They boys prepared the fish to grill and start the bottle session.  Jamming and bonding time for all. Drinks, foods, picture time and swimming at very cold water. At 2:00 pm pack-up time, at 3:00 we`re home.  But, still we have schedule, because Miles father passed away, we have to go to extend our condolences and give her support that we`re just around.  Tiring day! yet very fruitful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwtEnCFVnFc/T4SEj1ExbBI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Wrq6rHJ9ZOc/s1600/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwtEnCFVnFc/T4SEj1ExbBI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Wrq6rHJ9ZOc/s320/d.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729850376999496722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday, our last day. As part of the tradition, we have so called "Salubong" because we want to join as early of 3:00 am we`re awake.  Salubong start at 4:00 am Christ the king and it was followed by mass, almost 6:00am  when it was finished. We decided visit ate nene at Benguet since we are going back in manila by afternoon. I was able to roam around in our own backyard very  relaxing and refreshing all the toxic in me was remove. At 9:00am we`re back in town ate breakfast then went to cemetery to visit Papa`s grave. And go straight to the venue of kite making activity, super hot sunny weather but I really enjoy! We`re home before lunch, get rest and prepare again going back in real world.  Five days is little bit short yet  good enough we really enjoy and had the  best time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wum-DDJJa0/T4SEJWPPCfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/aL5pFr8HqLY/s1600/g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wum-DDJJa0/T4SEJWPPCfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/aL5pFr8HqLY/s320/g.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729849922045282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL3eDVcvNN8/T4SEJbP07XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/7DkvI-tfRJc/s1600/f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL3eDVcvNN8/T4SEJbP07XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/7DkvI-tfRJc/s320/f.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729849923389943154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-8457995696669382155?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-11T03:16:12.835+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4ywQHtjByI/T4SFlmLeGrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rjFKlpqq1Ro/s72-c/h.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I`m "In relationship"</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/im-in-relationship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 05:18:59 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-2847977839887484505</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hf-xlD0vwuw/T3YFtpnNciI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tIBYpAQQ118/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hf-xlD0vwuw/T3YFtpnNciI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tIBYpAQQ118/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725770258070729250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Just to share my new status... single Gilay is now signing off... hehehe! Yes, I`m "in relationship".  I thank God for giving him to me.  Not the best, not perfect but someone who is true.  I`m happy that I have him in my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;We`re good friends for years.  I don`t even expect that our friendship will turn to a romantic relationship.  The time he confessed with me, I thought it was just a joke but when pursue it with me &lt;/span&gt;seriously, I feel I`m in trouble because of the friendship that we have.&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;  At first I`m really &lt;/span&gt;hesitant, I don`t want to take risk on our friendship.  But, I don`t know what happened and what he did... I just wake up one morning I`m missing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;It`s feel good to have someone in your life.  You always looked forward for the next happy day.  Have inspiration to be good and be at your best.  Life is not that heavy because there is someone make it light for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now that God give him to me, I can`t promise of anything. I`m just wishing and praying that our LOVE will last forever. I lover you :)&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/1195690925066985771-2847977839887484505?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-11T20:18:59.380+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hf-xlD0vwuw/T3YFtpnNciI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tIBYpAQQ118/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Tickets ready</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/tickets-ready.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 07:45:45 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-400092642344366926</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuBfn6AoMKw/T3XG6BDCBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dfHrpSdGX4g/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuBfn6AoMKw/T3XG6BDCBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dfHrpSdGX4g/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725701201287316626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, it was just Tuesday we made our decision of going home.  Our problem is our tickets. Because it`s Holy week, most people wants to go for a vacation. Early of March, tickets reservation are on the go. If your going to get reservation just this week its difficult to get one because all bus company are fully booked already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We`re very thankful that others cancelled their reservation, so we`re able to get reservation for April 3.  Two tickets, Pasay to Sorsogon are available.  Thanks to God, no worries anymore.  We can surely go home an enjoy our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-400092642344366926?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-30T22:45:45.930+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuBfn6AoMKw/T3XG6BDCBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dfHrpSdGX4g/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Vacation galore</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/vacation-galore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 12:05:56 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-2359242067043070515</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGdgrmiEfQQ/T3SyJ-UceBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/vsAysax89Qo/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGdgrmiEfQQ/T3SyJ-UceBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/vsAysax89Qo/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725396910712059922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m pretty much excited for the five days vacation next week.  We`re going home.  I and him decided  to spend our holy week in Bicol.  This is the first time, we`re going home together and spend a long vacation together.  This is the advantage when you both came in same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week together with our friends, we`re talking about what`s our plan for the Holy week. I`m still undecided if I will go home or not, because my Ate still don`t have final decision about their plan of going home with the kids. But yesterday, my brother-in-law decided to stay here in Manila. Since, they will stay here, I can leave and go for vacation galore. (hehehe)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also think for the option of going out of town travel, but since we don`t have much time to prepare considering the budget.  We both agreed to have our vacation in our own home town. We know the place very well, so we don`t need to plan our iterinary.  Aside from joining to the church activity for the the Holy week, we also have places wants to visit.  I`m just hoping good weather will join us also.  I know this would be lots of fun and surely we will enjoy our vacation together.... Hoooorrrayyyy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-2359242067043070515?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-30T03:05:56.135+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGdgrmiEfQQ/T3SyJ-UceBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/vsAysax89Qo/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Heart beats :)</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/heart-beats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 11:22:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-1210929455871525818</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrvhjoIU3yw/T3NW79cxTBI/AAAAAAAAA14/ENGIbqtggzw/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrvhjoIU3yw/T3NW79cxTBI/AAAAAAAAA14/ENGIbqtggzw/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725015139425537042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;It`s true, you can never tell, whom you will fall in love with.  Sometimes to the most unexpected one.  But, still no matter who it was, what important is, you are happy.  Your heart beats with joy every single day that you wake up and every &lt;/span&gt;minute that passed your are inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Great feeling when someone treat you in a very special way.  Make you feel how important you are.  Give extra time with you.  Someone that is proud of you. When you feel that you are loved, it`s also easy for you to give love in return.  It may not be in same level but you learned to care and give importance to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Having an inspiration in your life give extra strength to you in doing things.   Your life is more on the positive side.  You can smile even how stressful the days is.  It gives more meaning and reason to be happy.  Love really has its own magic, it makes impossible things possible in mysterious way. You may not see it but your heatbeat can tell.&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/1195690925066985771-1210929455871525818?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-29T02:22:53.255+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrvhjoIU3yw/T3NW79cxTBI/AAAAAAAAA14/ENGIbqtggzw/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>DOS.MIL.UNO Dream Team</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/dosmiluno-dream-team.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 01:21:09 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-6555695705646789551</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxIBQFpA1TM/T2wyDfH_2YI/AAAAAAAAA1s/UQsGFuRYpL8/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxIBQFpA1TM/T2wyDfH_2YI/AAAAAAAAA1s/UQsGFuRYpL8/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723004261957097858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys got an idea to join on the summer basketball game in Pasig.  They are the team DOS MIL UNO.  Although not all of them are members of our batch, but they are all Gubatnons. Common friends since High school who are already working here in Manila.  Boys, are all excited with their game which will open on Sunday, March 25, 2012. Yet, their uniforms are not finished. (Hehehe). They are supposed to pick-up the uniforms last Wednesday, but it is not yet done.  They have to go back on Saturday night and hopefully it`s okey already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For three consecutive  weekends they do practice of at least 2-3 games.  Last Saturday I was able to watched their practice and it`s not bad.  All team members are really doing an effort to make it for the game. Most of them, give an extra time for the practice since they have also work schedule.  And I also enjoy watching their practice game with all the "kinkoy" moves inside the court... Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the 1st time they will be joining basketball league here in Manila.  And all of them are positive to make it to the championship. I have a good vibes also for them... hehehe! Well, they should be, because the whole batch supports them.  And of course I will be cheering for them in &lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;all their games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-6555695705646789551?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-23T16:21:09.329+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxIBQFpA1TM/T2wyDfH_2YI/AAAAAAAAA1s/UQsGFuRYpL8/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I`m happy with Him</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/every-girl-wants-to-be-treated-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 10:11:44 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-5439150943273553235</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItDRl4yj9cw/T2Ih2IXuYoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SJZzF05A3x0/s1600/l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItDRl4yj9cw/T2Ih2IXuYoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SJZzF05A3x0/s320/l.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720171690557596290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every girl wants to be treated like a princess. It feels good if someone shows how special I am.  That one man have courage to take care of me.  And always there to give a hand if ever I need one.  I always say, that I know how and I can always take care of myself, but still I want to have a man who can make me believe and prove to me that I can`t, because he wants to do it for me.  Sweet, isn`t it? (hehehe) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, some will question "why him?", there is much better or best than him that I should choose. Yes, maybe true enough! but I`m not asking and looking for the best, I had one before!... What I want is someone who is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, as of this time I`m still weighing things.  I`m thankful that finally there is one out there make me believe again that love has it`s own magic.  Thant when you are together, time is not enough.  No necessary topic to brought out for you to enjoy talking to each other.  Yes! I`m happy every time I`m with him.  (aayyiieee.. kilig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we`re both busy doing some stuff with our life, we don`t have to be committed to each other, as girlfriend and boyfriend.  We`ll just enjoy what we have now, as the feeling is mutual, no pressure.  By the time we`ve accomplished everything and still we`re together. I know that would be a happy ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-5439150943273553235?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-16T01:11:44.383+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItDRl4yj9cw/T2Ih2IXuYoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SJZzF05A3x0/s72-c/l.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Sadness and Joy</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/sadness-and-joy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 18:03:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-947379159281375180</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-469_oV70xIg/T1lkHqRuNbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/78PYHrtGxh4/s1600/l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-469_oV70xIg/T1lkHqRuNbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/78PYHrtGxh4/s320/l.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717711284694037938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Farewell Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;The whole family is grieving for Lola pia`s death. She may rest in peace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the age of 101, last Tuesday afternoon Lola finally surrender her body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and soul to God. Yes, we feel the sorrow of losing love ones, but we feel more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;joy in our hearts because we all know that Lola is already in God hands now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;Since the day my sister broke the news to me, I haven`t cry, not until now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Though, I`ve been prepared and expected it to happened. Still, the feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is different facing the real thing. As my time of going home come closer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;one by one sink in to my head. I could feel the great sadness at my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;for the situation and event I`m going to witness by tomorrow. If by now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can resist my tears, I know by then I can`t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;We`re so lucky and blessed more than enough for having her in our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Her loving heart and caring hand will always be remember. She`s been the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;great inspiration of the whole family. Her simplicity, humility and kindness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;will be cherish for the rest of my life. I know everyone will miss her. The old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;place will not be the same, now that she`s gone.  But I know, Though, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;her presence will not be seen, yet all the memories of her will always remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;We love you Lola. We thank you for the best life you`ve shared with us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We thank you for the great love you filled in our hearts. I. thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;for everything. What I have now, is something I owe to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&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/1195690925066985771-947379159281375180?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-09T10:03:00.792+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-469_oV70xIg/T1lkHqRuNbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/78PYHrtGxh4/s72-c/l.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Love vs friendship</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-vs-friendship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:04:39 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-3415193915886826950</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ATJYMi-6Y/T08fV1XLOwI/AAAAAAAAA08/WiwitTMd8kg/s1600/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ATJYMi-6Y/T08fV1XLOwI/AAAAAAAAA08/WiwitTMd8kg/s320/u.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714820912118446850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Falling in love to a friend is not new to me. I've been there a couple of times. (hehehe)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Although, I could say, those are just... admiration on things I saw on them that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;catch to my attention. And I don't need to make an effort to make them feel the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;way with me. Because, "it's just a little crush" hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Recently. I've learned that it's not easy to deal with this case. If a good and close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;friends of yours confined with you that, he/she likes you in special way. At first, you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;thought, it was just a joke!... but when he/she pursue it with you!... you can deeply feel the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;pressure. Friendship is at risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Though, everything can be settled. You can talk to what are the pros and cons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;of the situation.and  all the possible option that you have to make things work for  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;both of you. That what ever you may decide you two are comfortable with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Because the big challenge for this, is whatever will happened no big impact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;change to the friendship that you have. Although, there is no guarantee that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;it will work smoothly, but the foundation of friendship will count on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saying goes " Friends can be lovers, but lovers can't be to friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;but also quoted ... "In every rule, there is always an exemption" ...&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/1195690925066985771-3415193915886826950?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-01T15:04:39.084+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-ATJYMi-6Y/T08fV1XLOwI/AAAAAAAAA08/WiwitTMd8kg/s72-c/u.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>For a Job well done</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/03/for-job-well-done.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 06:28:19 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-322347762297459347</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfo1jx7Lt4/T08N7iCDL2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-yr0MEsONoU/s1600/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfo1jx7Lt4/T08N7iCDL2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-yr0MEsONoU/s320/u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714801768555294562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;One of the best reward for a job well done is, you will be given the opportunity to do more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;There is no work will not be paid of, maybe not by instant but with patience it will be given.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;Sometimes. its not by monetary, but some recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;With the good news that I have receive, I'm happy because I was blessed with a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;opportunity.  Added more responsibility and greater challenge with my job.  I'm so grateful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;that people around me believe on my potential and capabilities doing the job.  Lucky I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;that I have partners and colleagues easy to work with. That makes me more comfortable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;doing all the task given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;My hardwork has been paid.  I love my job from the start. But I appreciate double it now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The new challenge boost my enthusiasm to make more of myself.  Be more creative and innovative &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" &gt;towards my job.  Be a good example and a leader to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm extending my deepest gratitude to all... God bless and more power to the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&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/1195690925066985771-322347762297459347?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-02T22:28:19.105+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfo1jx7Lt4/T08N7iCDL2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-yr0MEsONoU/s72-c/u.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Self makeover</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/02/self-makeover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 00:09:46 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-3884642113645638509</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzMTC-C2wsE/T0dE7r_HM_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gETMby5jPvM/s1600/s.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzMTC-C2wsE/T0dE7r_HM_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gETMby5jPvM/s320/s.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712610444553171954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have this in mind, self makeover for me!... I talking about physical change on my looks. Change my hair style, outfits, &lt;/span&gt;accessories and whatsoever!!! hehehe! I don`t have much knowledge about "fashion". But I do know how to appreciate it, what`s NEW and IN. Thinking this makeover, really a big challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I`m very particular with my hair. Most of the time I just let it trimmed to removed split ends.  I go for hot oil maybe twice a year. I cut it short 6 years ago??... Now, I`m thinking to cut it again maybe above shoulder. I really have to convince myself to go for it. The gorgeous Ferry suggested, curly hair is good. I don`t know if I can go to that extent of makeover, from long straight air to curly one. I have my curly hair once, but only for one day!, and it`s nice too. What I`m really worry about is, the more damage it my cause because of the medicine they have to apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have to look or add some new on my wardrobe. I`m more on pants, walking shorts and T-shirt. Because I`m comfortable with it. For this aiming, the next time I have to buy, maybe I should have to go for some skirts, blouses and casual dresses. For two days, I`ve try to wear skirts going to office... well, not bad...(hehehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;From rubber shoes and &lt;/span&gt;flip tops, I have to go for doll shoes and sandals. With my bag, backpack to ladies bag! And of course, form this time, I will not use cap more often, even I`m in night shift schedule. Maybe , instead of that, I will put some hair clips or use head band. (nyahaha). Honoestly, my serious with this... ! (crossed finger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-3884642113645638509?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-24T16:09:46.627+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzMTC-C2wsE/T0dE7r_HM_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gETMby5jPvM/s72-c/s.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Enchanted Award</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/02/enchanted-award.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 01:20:18 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-2776819648995104732</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XvOSmp_fKs/T0Sf5XFV-CI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fKXAjRDo4hU/s1600/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XvOSmp_fKs/T0Sf5XFV-CI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fKXAjRDo4hU/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711866035210418210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;This is not the first award I received but most of them, I wasn`t able to tag to others. My big sorry!( hehehe). But it doesn`t mean that I don`t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt; it, I really do. Maybe I`m just busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;by then.. (hahaha! lusot...) With this one, I will not let it pass not to give this to those person who really deserve to be awarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My big thank you to this Lady, who claimed her self as gorgeous (hehehe)... &lt;a href="http://www.ferryzwill.com/"&gt;Ms. Ferry&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me this award and for everything ( alam na!.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Oh... yes! before I will extend this to my lovely friends. Here are the seven things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. I love to travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. I love matchbox and baseball cap ( anyone wants to add  to my collections, thank you ^_~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;3. I don`t eat beef and &lt;/span&gt;slimy vegetables &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. I  more like to drink beer than have coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. I more on reading than writing ( kaya super effort dito sa blog! hehehe )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. I never dream to be a part of engineering, but I`m one of them now! ( but happy for it. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. I know how to laugh and cry out loud!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I`m extending this award to this lovely people, and most of them I considered as friend that I haven`t met yet... Hope soon if God will permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegreenhornthoughts.com/"&gt;Kha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ronareviews.com/"&gt;Ate Rona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiveofus.info/"&gt;Ate Ice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mystories.info/"&gt;Ate Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jollytoes.com/"&gt;Ate Mel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://placesandplates.com/"&gt;Tsinay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-2776819648995104732?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T17:20:18.842+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XvOSmp_fKs/T0Sf5XFV-CI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fKXAjRDo4hU/s72-c/a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Anawangin Camping</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/02/aniwangin-camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 22:41:09 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-1614557303382952485</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-celulDhvm-o/T0EXnifqyHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/s1xT60dSM2c/s1600/P1010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-celulDhvm-o/T0EXnifqyHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/s1xT60dSM2c/s400/P1010189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710871770524469362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Just arrived from the trip and I'm a bit tired, not only because of the travel but I don't have enough sleep yet. And instead of going to bed right after settling down at my room, I'm writing this, I don't want to miss anything about the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Straight form the office last Saturday morning, we left at Alabang around 5 am headed to North, at Anawangin cove in Zambales.  We arrived at Pundakit seashore around 10 am, and ride to a motor boat, less that 30 minutes we finally arrived at the Camp site, Anawangin cove. Set up the tents, ate lunch and rest for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;First activity, &lt;/span&gt;trekking, we pass the river and climb to the mountain, though we're not able to hike up to the top, I had fun climbing on the cliff, when you look down, you'll see how waves smash on the rocks. I had hair raising feeling. We just make it up to the middle, take some pictures and get minutes of rest, You can see and feel the beautiful scenery of the place from the top. Vast body of seawater, and big high mountains of the side. Amazing! But going down is more difficult than going up, because you really have to keep your balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Swimming after the trekking, but I don't go for it, I'll take some nap at the tent, 'coz  I feel bit dizzy and my eyes are already complaining, since I wasn't able to get enough sleep  during our travel. I hvae at least more than an hour sleep, when I woke up, everybody already have their dinner. No electricity at the camp, we only used our flashlights. Delicious grilled pork and fish for dinner, I enjoy eating with may hands plus one foot on the top of the seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;We have little bonding, right after everybody done taking a bath. We brought in can beers on the camp and lots of snack foods. Instead of bonfire, we just sit on the ground while having our beers and have exchange talks. We had a full day, so most of them went to sleep at around 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, the angel of sleep is not too kind. No milk at the camp, just coffee and choco. Since everybody is on their own sessions. I decided to take a walk at the seashore, sit on the sand, and go for star gazing, then I feel little bored, I decided to go back to the tent, but I stop on the small store, who happened the care taker of the place. I had a great chat with Kuya ( sorry I was't able to ask his name). We talk about nearby islands, kind of fishes and more that got to my interest. And I was hooked chatting with him... then two campers also joined on our conversation. It feels wonderful and add more fun on my stay at the camp. Around 3am already when I go back to tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sounds of the wind is like roaring rain, because it bouncing within the mountains. Creepy at first, but when you get used to it, lovely.  4:30 am I`m awake again, I go for jogging at the seashore for 30 mins then go swimming for 1 hour. When I get back to the tent, some are already preparing breakfast other still with their dreams. After breakfast, we should have another activity, I did not go with them, because that time I feel so sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I wake up, they are discussing whether we're going to island hopping or not, because of the condition of the sea, there are big waves, it's not easy for the motor boat. That makes me, really disappointed.  For safety, the group decided not to go for island hopping, just stay until 2pm. So, I get back on the tent and have more sleep. After lunch, I roam around the camp site taking pictures before we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;I had fun and adore the place. It is almost 9pm when I got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Until next stop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1195690925066985771-1614557303382952485?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-20T14:41:09.876+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-celulDhvm-o/T0EXnifqyHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/s1xT60dSM2c/s72-c/P1010189.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>In memory of Him</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-memory-of-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 11:06:57 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-4245536182948524572</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg2HpoBoW-E/Tz6lQzmy06I/AAAAAAAAAzc/gAIZM6PChYw/s1600/p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg2HpoBoW-E/Tz6lQzmy06I/AAAAAAAAAzc/gAIZM6PChYw/s320/p.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710183085701780386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Its Papa`s birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;As much as I want to dance with Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;As much as I want to Hug and kiss Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;As much I want to eat cake with Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;and see him blowing the candles and make his wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;All this and more, I wish I could do it with Papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;But not a single chance now for he is already with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I`m in tears, while writing this. I really miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I won`t deny, sometimes I feel envy seeing girl with his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Having dinner, do little shopping, attending mass, and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;May God forgive me, or perhaps He also understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Happy Birthday Papa, I love you so much. I know you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;at my side reading this while I`m writing.&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/1195690925066985771-4245536182948524572?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-18T03:06:57.557+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg2HpoBoW-E/Tz6lQzmy06I/AAAAAAAAAzc/gAIZM6PChYw/s72-c/p.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>My Sweet niece</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/02/sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 06:17:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-1167217353325976574</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz3tFK79GyA/TzfI0wV0JcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GlPaSr3PwPY/s1600/P1010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz3tFK79GyA/TzfI0wV0JcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GlPaSr3PwPY/s320/P1010125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708251861370545602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her Mom, they went to Market Market, to buy books, I think  Andrea needs it for school or book that she wants to have to read. When they arrive. she said... Tita this is for you, and it was little Spongebob. I was so touch when ate dea handed me this little stuff toy. She knows very well that I love Spongebob, I have already big one on my room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thoughtful and sweet that she give me other one. With all the happy thoughts in my mind, I'm speechless... I just replied to her... wow, thank you. Aside from that, she also have for his little brother, Angry bird bag. And I know, she buy it with her own money that she saves from her school allowance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't deny, that sometimes ate dea is a bit stubborn and hardheaded, but I understand, at age 13 it's part of being a teenager, I've been also like that before... hehehe, worst, I may say! But, I'm one proud Tita for her!!!&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/1195690925066985771-1167217353325976574?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T22:17:56.564+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dz3tFK79GyA/TzfI0wV0JcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GlPaSr3PwPY/s72-c/P1010125.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Book Sale</title><link>http://gilaylicious.blogspot.com/2012/02/book-sale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gilay)</author><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 20:54:46 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195690925066985771.post-1656404532346655649</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3QIgrfczqo/TzdF5lbEQHI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2ZFtZSanWJ4/s1600/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3QIgrfczqo/TzdF5lbEQHI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2ZFtZSanWJ4/s320/P1010124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708107908315889778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can seat or lay at my back the whole day reading books. Especially if the story really interest me, I will put it down, when I got hungry.  Every time I been in a bookstore, and saw a book sale, no chance that I will not looked for one that might got to my interest. I'm a reader who is not particular who's the Author, but with the story it self that can hooked me on my seats.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love science fiction , mystery adventure, crime scene investigation story, and sometimes romance novel. I just got two books in a book sale, "BONES" by Jan Burke and "ESCAPE" of Robert K. Tanenbaum, for only 75 pesos each.  Though I still have one book half read and need to finish, I grab it, because it might not be available the next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195690925066985771-1656404532346655649?l=gilaylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T12:54:46.590+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3QIgrfczqo/TzdF5lbEQHI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2ZFtZSanWJ4/s72-c/P1010124.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

