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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MC4TL3onsixZMKOPnd-nM1NmSx4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MC4TL3onsixZMKOPnd-nM1NmSx4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/aIRvxoXczfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/11/hiatus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDSX8zeip7ImA9WhdVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-3164713971303037646</id><published>2011-09-16T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:16:18.182+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-16T17:16:18.182+08:00</app:edited><title>It's Human Nature</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3164713971303037646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=468810669345473017&amp;postID=3164713971303037646" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/3164713971303037646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/3164713971303037646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/qoUo8pDPlTc/its-human-nature.html" title="It's Human Nature" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_IkmsqQIO0/TnMQo6m8smI/AAAAAAAABb4/GHpxKm1b1sk/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have a new favorite brand called Human Nature. It's an all natural beauty product that gives you only the best ingredients sans all the bad things that usually are in most products in the market. I've known HN but never really bothered trying them, I got the chance to sample their shampoo when my hubby brought home a bottle of shampoo he purchased from Gawad Kalinga, I got to try it and-- I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8KAsCZZjybSfNwAoWTIasBrwnts/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8KAsCZZjybSfNwAoWTIasBrwnts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/qoUo8pDPlTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-human-nature.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACSH0-fyp7ImA9WhdWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-2126373407229335497</id><published>2011-09-06T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:12:49.357+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T21:12:49.357+08:00</app:edited><title>MoonCake Festival</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2126373407229335497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=468810669345473017&amp;postID=2126373407229335497" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/2126373407229335497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/2126373407229335497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/jmNjh2k-rR4/mooncake-festival.html" title="MoonCake Festival" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWp95exc6xk/TmYZX2-knXI/AAAAAAAABbY/BkHtLi6pgnA/s72-c/66c7020592184d1a9419a842987e369c_7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">What exactly are mooncakes and why do we have them? Apparently, mooncake festival is for lunar worship and moon watching; mooncakes are regarded as an indispensable delicacy on this occasion. It is either given to clients and among family while celebrating the festival.  I just had one for dinner thinking that I'm cutting calories, when in fact, one piece of this delicacy contains 1200Kcal. Whoa!
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WHATTA FACE!!
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I love the burst of colors in this picture, although, I doubt that my hubby will approve of this, still, I am one that is not afraid of colors, in fact, these vibrant colors make me happy. Who wouldn't want to feel happy all the time, right?

I used to think that less is more, but done in the right way, I think accessorizing can be a chic thing. It instantly gives you that oomph 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OhCfo1sd127qtTDkab5R_imxQ94/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OhCfo1sd127qtTDkab5R_imxQ94/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/fmxIzfVYKPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/08/objects-of-desire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHQHYzfCp7ImA9WhdQGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-3956443137873465053</id><published>2011-08-22T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:43:51.884+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T15:43:51.884+08:00</app:edited><title>Instagram Photos of the Week</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3956443137873465053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=468810669345473017&amp;postID=3956443137873465053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/3956443137873465053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/3956443137873465053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/eQFZHDVgh6M/instagram-photos-of-week.html" title="Instagram Photos of the Week" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QzzHFOqWu8/TlIGdDbsrzI/AAAAAAAABag/C0GeKRFy5_k/s72-c/Monggo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've always liked eating Monggo, it brings back old happy childhood memories. Our cook then would make this for us, and surprisingly, I loved it even as a kid. A couple of days ago, I cooked Monggo for the very first time and it really tasted good. I put a lot of tomatoes, smoked fish, dried shrimps and bagoong. It came out really yummy, even Hubby said so. For breakfast I have been taking 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5bRfLdRvgUt_2MJZ-a28-43qhY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5bRfLdRvgUt_2MJZ-a28-43qhY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/eQFZHDVgh6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/08/instagram-photos-of-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MRnw7cSp7ImA9WhdSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-8963667395472300616</id><published>2011-07-22T09:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:24:47.209+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T09:24:47.209+08:00</app:edited><title>Exotic Animal Skin</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8963667395472300616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=468810669345473017&amp;postID=8963667395472300616" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/8963667395472300616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/8963667395472300616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/TXXv0WyjFtA/exotic-animal-skin.html" title="Exotic Animal Skin" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3MeviPKI40/TijPIQJgd_I/AAAAAAAABaI/3HwTKw513fY/s72-c/CB%2Bdesign.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">These two Croc bags should be a staple for any fashionable woman. Therefore, I should have these beautiful handmade Nancy Gonzalez bags even if I am just a simple girl! They're understated and elegant enough to wear with anything. Popularized in SATC, bags of Nancy are well acknowledged in the fashion industry. I'm sure she makes her motherland, Columbia proud of her success in making handmade 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5dglfbA1vOZZX8-x4OAtiQ-Ok4I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5dglfbA1vOZZX8-x4OAtiQ-Ok4I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/a3K03bEybKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-what-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGSXk9eSp7ImA9WhdTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-3475329637530561122</id><published>2011-07-15T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:43:48.761+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T15:43:48.761+08:00</app:edited><title>New Blog Title</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/3475329637530561122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/3475329637530561122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/ZJDzr94h4wE/new-blog-title.html" title="New Blog Title" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFGzcoWsW14/TiADHebHk6I/AAAAAAAABZc/O1IHYABD3f0/s72-c/2008-short-bob.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Yes, I've matured and mellowed down, time to be humble, time to change my bashful old title to something more apt and easy: FRIVOLITY! It's a word that describe most of what I write here in my personal online diary.I wish I can say that with the change of my blog title, I have also decided to change my hairstyle. I've ALWAYS had my hair long... sort of already boring me. I want to change it but 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J6g-n0iQccpQm-pliBdULsiQ8FI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J6g-n0iQccpQm-pliBdULsiQ8FI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/pmeSE8UytYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-salty-perfect-combo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFSXs6fSp7ImA9WhZaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-8315021514564727687</id><published>2011-07-06T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:38:38.515+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-06T14:38:38.515+08:00</app:edited><title>Public Display of Opinion</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/8315021514564727687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/8315021514564727687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/ufqtDF7NY4g/public-display-of-opinion.html" title="Public Display of Opinion" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tycRog2m8o8/ThQBpfXkumI/AAAAAAAABYI/wumm9KcxKKc/s72-c/pro-rh-bill.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">I love that Adora is taking a conscious effort on social issues that concern the nation at the moment. It also encourages our youth (and everyone as well) to make a stand on such important issues that plague our society today. I am Pro Rh bill, I believe in what it stands for although, I am doubtful on the implementation. Still, I want to make my own stand on the issue and be heard.If I shopped 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l0f5uqgv8gXpnRxoSOGw4IhNHFc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l0f5uqgv8gXpnRxoSOGw4IhNHFc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~4/Hf4FIl7jpNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://zharmagne.blogspot.com/2011/07/voice-season-1-winner-revealed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNRXw7fip7ImA9WhZaF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468810669345473017.post-621699074077408875</id><published>2011-07-04T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T15:04:54.206+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-04T15:04:54.206+08:00</app:edited><title>My Christmas Wishlist</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/621699074077408875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/468810669345473017/posts/default/621699074077408875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnscriptedThoughtsOfAPrettyWoman/~3/5xuOo4816eY/my-christmas-wishlist.html" title="My Christmas Wishlist" /><author><name>Zharmagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566682778981372744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">I know its a tad bit early to create a list for X'mas but I decided I want it written down as early as now. I do my gift shopping this early too, so why not do it at the same time. VOICE LESSONS- yes, its never too late to improve my singing voice- NOT! I have been telling my hubby to gift me with professional voice lessons. It would surely be nice to be able to sing without offending 
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