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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQ3k_eCp7ImA9WhRVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960</id><updated>2012-01-15T15:51:02.740+08:00</updated><title>Let my mind and heart speak.</title><subtitle type="html">In this world where lots of events happen unexpectedly, you need an outlet to burst out anything you feel.
It could be excitement, gladness, gloominess, madness, craziness, foolishness , anything under the sun.
In short, this blog is the dwelling place of my mind and heart.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/YtgU" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ytgu" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNQX0-cCp7ImA9WhdUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-4772424605270160634</id><published>2011-09-27T22:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:31:30.358+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T23:31:30.358+08:00</app:edited><title>Neuschwanstein: My Castle</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xJZONaFSjH9JDDEW5XmyqmUHCIE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xJZONaFSjH9JDDEW5XmyqmUHCIE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xJZONaFSjH9JDDEW5XmyqmUHCIE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xJZONaFSjH9JDDEW5XmyqmUHCIE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the album of my friend/officemate, Zann, makes me want to go there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLvGfo7K_3Y/ToHjfpyEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/a1qEd6LULKM/s1600/259928_231992566826776_100000481038037_979187_2418383_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLvGfo7K_3Y/ToHjfpyEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/a1qEd6LULKM/s320/259928_231992566826776_100000481038037_979187_2418383_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657052739885380466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw this castle, I fell inlove and said to myself, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I must go there on my first trip, come what may."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok short introduction of Neuschwanstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a 19th-century Romanesque Revival palace on a rugged hill above the village of Hohenschwangau near Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as a homage to Richard Wagner. Contrary to common belief, Ludwig paid for the palace out of his personal fortune and extensive borrowing, not with Bavarian public funds (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palace was intended as a personal refuge for the reclusive king, but it was opened to the paying public immediately after his death in 1886.[1] Since then over 60 million people have visited Neuschwanstein Castle.[2] More than 1.3 million people visit annually, with up to 6,000 per day in the summer.[3] The palace has appeared prominently in several movies and was the inspiration for Disneyland's Sleeping Beauty Castle[4] and later, similar structures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, last Dec 11, 2010, inspite of just Me and Tan Yin(my singapore colleague) and bad weather due to heavy snow fall, we still went to Neuschwanstein. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjihB7W_s28/ToHj5OII2GI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CSCm8zbXfgY/s1600/148261_470397107057_691102057_5824700_3269455_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjihB7W_s28/ToHj5OII2GI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CSCm8zbXfgY/s320/148261_470397107057_691102057_5824700_3269455_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657053179138332770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached the foot of the hill where the castle is, my heart was filled with so much joy and wish Bert, closed friends and family were there with me on that moment. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ok eksag much lang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the road were slippery and wet and the surroundings were covered with snow,  we didn't care. We still walk going uphill and amazed when we reached the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJKqZpP-lyk/ToHj44ilHZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pkbWZ8MVMWo/s1600/63675_470403162057_691102057_5824930_6235727_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJKqZpP-lyk/ToHj44ilHZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pkbWZ8MVMWo/s320/63675_470403162057_691102057_5824930_6235727_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657053173343657362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad the best spot to see the castle is closed due to thick snow and only experts and professionals are allowed. This is the view from the bridge but this pic was taken two months ago. Summer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdXBA6XbOtA/ToHl9o8u5DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NanjPwWEZXQ/s1600/264763_231992790160087_100000481038037_979197_5566850_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdXBA6XbOtA/ToHl9o8u5DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NanjPwWEZXQ/s320/264763_231992790160087_100000481038037_979197_5566850_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657055454080984114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Ludwig really had chosen the perfect location for his castle. This castle can be viewed from his window in the Royal Palace called Hohenscwhangau, the yellow figure on the left. During sunset it's as if in the spotlight and at night becomes the only lighted thing in the hill. Not to mention the breathtaking view from the castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMp1-3ZS_5M/ToHj5EFwghI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LBDoGw46wuo/s1600/251304_231992716826761_100000481038037_979194_2589757_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMp1-3ZS_5M/ToHj5EFwghI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LBDoGw46wuo/s320/251304_231992716826761_100000481038037_979194_2589757_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657053176443994642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4muYYE3C3k/ToHj5SbKWVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HQKoZcNr7fE/s1600/255714_231992686826764_100000481038037_979193_3843172_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4muYYE3C3k/ToHj5SbKWVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HQKoZcNr7fE/s320/255714_231992686826764_100000481038037_979193_3843172_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657053180291864914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the interior of the castle is not that impressive compared to King Ludwig's palace. Maybe because it is unfinished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way Neuschwanstein comes from the words: Neu Schwan Stein which means New Swan Stone. So you can actually see swans figures around these area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/305/77FDDF1660642EE88765BF544E9FBD00.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/3601043566190065960-4772424605270160634?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/r3-EvXHnW7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4772424605270160634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/neuschwanstein-my-castle.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/4772424605270160634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/4772424605270160634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/r3-EvXHnW7c/neuschwanstein-my-castle.html" title="Neuschwanstein: My Castle" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLvGfo7K_3Y/ToHjfpyEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/a1qEd6LULKM/s72-c/259928_231992566826776_100000481038037_979187_2418383_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/neuschwanstein-my-castle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDRH07eip7ImA9WhdUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-4043931146912416761</id><published>2011-09-21T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:36:15.302+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T23:36:15.302+08:00</app:edited><title>Kaartehan Ko</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-TlD_jPQqjFb06IQFx87WS2Ke0E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-TlD_jPQqjFb06IQFx87WS2Ke0E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Di ko alam kung kelan nagsimulang maconscious ako sa mga sinusuot ko. Siguro kasi ang hirap ko damitan. Cge na nga, di kasi maganda ang hubog ng aking pangangatawan. At aminin naman naten na sa mga department stores at boutique mas marami binebenta para sa mga slim. Di naman ako slim pero di naman plus size. At higit sa lahat andaming di kaaya-ayang parte ng katawan na kelangan wag ipangalandakan. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil dito gusto ko talagang ako na lang gagawa ng mga damit ko. Pero bata pa ako gusto ko na talaga maggagawa ng mga damit...na papel para sa manika. haha! Siguro karamihang girls pinagdaanan un. Kaso pag malaki ka na dapat meron kang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion design skills? x&lt;br /&gt;Marunong magdrawing? x&lt;br /&gt;Marunong manahi? xMga kagamitan? x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala man lang check. Haha!Wag na nga lang. Ayoko kasi ng maraming kaparehong damit. Di naman sa indi ako sumusunod sa uso. Nakikiuso rin naman ako with a twist nga lang. At higit sa lahat gusto ko yung suswak naman sken at keri ko dalhin. At yung tipong sa pananamit makikita mo kung anong personalidad meron ka. Siguro mahilig lang talaga ako sa mga customized. Yung tipong may effort kesa sa binili lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami ko na palang kaartehan. Buti pa nung Naldo pa ako...maluwang na tshirt, pants at rubbershoes lang at maigsing buhok...solved na! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay naku maitigil na nga tong pagtatype ko at baka kung anu ano pang masabi ko. Pero bago yan, ipapakita ko lang ang aking nicombine na mga parts para makabuo ng damit. Thanks to Design Your Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNYYH526DI/Tnn0AEFGrlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-JqfS0q8TsY/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-21%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.39.32.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNYYH526DI/Tnn0AEFGrlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-JqfS0q8TsY/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-21%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.39.32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654819089072696914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dreGQEVCzc/Tnnz7vaXxuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1md5fuwJ1PY/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-21%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.24.06.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dreGQEVCzc/Tnnz7vaXxuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1md5fuwJ1PY/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-21%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.24.06.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654819014805276386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/305/77FDDF1660642EE88765BF544E9FBD00.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&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/3601043566190065960-4043931146912416761?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/G3heQwD1oH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4043931146912416761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/kaartehan-ko.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/4043931146912416761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/4043931146912416761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/G3heQwD1oH4/kaartehan-ko.html" title="Kaartehan Ko" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHNYYH526DI/Tnn0AEFGrlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-JqfS0q8TsY/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-21%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.39.32.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/kaartehan-ko.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQ3c_eyp7ImA9WhZWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-7804510468474730302</id><published>2011-05-21T23:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:45:02.943+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T00:45:02.943+08:00</app:edited><title>Passion Run: Our First Run</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T7CEn59MJvItSyRBLglq0beP_jc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T7CEn59MJvItSyRBLglq0beP_jc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T7CEn59MJvItSyRBLglq0beP_jc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T7CEn59MJvItSyRBLglq0beP_jc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just this year, I was diagnosed with migraine and vertigo, likewise, when I came back from Germany I experienced to lose my voice and heel pains(until now), plus, I know I am obviously gaining weight. So this calls for a change in LIFESTYLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to run around Bedok Reservoir at least every Saturday. But I need some motivations. Doing this alone, I know for sure, it will be another failure. Bert always pushes me to make it happen. Last March/April, when I am still in Germany, Bert registered me to join the 100Plus Passion Run 2011 to be held on May 21. Since I came back, together with JhoWa, we constantly run in Bedok Reservoir for 4.2km every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the event. Since we are on the 5km Fun/Chance Run, we are scheduled to start around 6:20pm at East Coast Park. We arrived earlier to change the sizes of our running tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1_QjxJfWrU/Tdfo3OZbFlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ArSec3znCoI/s1600/Iphone%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1_QjxJfWrU/Tdfo3OZbFlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ArSec3znCoI/s320/Iphone%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609207896368420434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ambfjHVeqQ/TdfpQBG6lEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zHNrETonC-M/s320/Iphone%2B002.jpg" style="text-align:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609208322297861186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;East Coast is purely cemented which is a total opposite of Bedok which, in my opinion, is harder or have more pressure on the feet. I don't know which of these factors: red bull I drink before the run, not so flat road or improper start speed; cause me to have a stomach cramps before I reach 2km. Because of this, I was forced to walk and catch my breath. I continued to jog este run after 2km, but to be honest, I was too tired, can hardly speak, can hardly breathed and got scared when we saw someone lying on the road with the first-aid medics around him. Jho is not talking anymore and her upper body is getting reddish. Wali and Bert kept on telling us "ano todo na? malapit na lang oh. Konti na lang(pero malayo pa tlga)." As a result I raised my voice and tell Bert, "Mauna ka na kaya!!!" Later did I know that Jho was also annoyed with Wali and to us when we run faster on the last 500m and even faster on the last 100m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ra4Jci_K94/Tdfp0fRsYFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-0pCXgwxKnw/s1600/Iphone%2B005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ra4Jci_K94/Tdfp0fRsYFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-0pCXgwxKnw/s320/Iphone%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609208948871422034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X64kt04N-WM/TdfqKkzNEvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q_R6XqhvC5I/s1600/Iphone%2B006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X64kt04N-WM/TdfqKkzNEvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q_R6XqhvC5I/s320/Iphone%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609209328311276274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since we run so fast, we didn't notice that we went on the wrong lane on the finish line. Someone handed us a finishing medal and was so happy about it and because I really need a water, we didn't check the medal and the run ends. Jho and Wali were still on the road so I told Bert to wait for them. When they arrived, I asked why they don't have the medal. Wali went back to the finish line area. That's when I check the medal. Whoah! 25km! 5km runner will not receive any medal. Hahaha! So embarassed that I quickly hide it in the bag. Well, it's a good souvenir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZXI-RdJ27s/TdfqZVOWrJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4oqbXdgtbY8/s1600/Iphone%2B010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZXI-RdJ27s/TdfqZVOWrJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4oqbXdgtbY8/s320/Iphone%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609209581828222098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After this, we went to Bedok Interchange to treat ourselves for a yummy dinner in Antons. Next run will be in July for women only while bert+Bedok boys will run on Mizuno next month. Hopefully we can do this once every quarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvL_sioS1MA/Tdfqq4Xch8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/L4MZ2eDMVfY/s1600/Iphone%2B003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvL_sioS1MA/Tdfqq4Xch8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/L4MZ2eDMVfY/s320/Iphone%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609209883319371714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---Thanks God we survived the first(except Bert) run.&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/3601043566190065960-7804510468474730302?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/O2abTpYpc2k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7804510468474730302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/passion-run-our-first-run.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/7804510468474730302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/7804510468474730302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/O2abTpYpc2k/passion-run-our-first-run.html" title="Passion Run: Our First Run" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1_QjxJfWrU/Tdfo3OZbFlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ArSec3znCoI/s72-c/Iphone%2B001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/passion-run-our-first-run.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDQnc9cCp7ImA9WhZQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-794729798151774269</id><published>2011-04-22T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:37:53.968+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-22T02:37:53.968+08:00</app:edited><title>Questions</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Moqgxz9nzOR5HS7vaj33IRgwAJc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Moqgxz9nzOR5HS7vaj33IRgwAJc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Moqgxz9nzOR5HS7vaj33IRgwAJc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Moqgxz9nzOR5HS7vaj33IRgwAJc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ever wonder if you are on the right track? Did you question yourself if what you're doing is really what you like? Are you going crazy over thinking of what if and what if? Or feel helpless with the pressure of responsibilities and dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. Yes. Laking problema naman yan. But i will not answer those questions. &lt;eh ano?!&gt; Eh wala naman sa akin ang sagot eh. One last question, which is you in these 3 characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretense. A person who follows what other people wants him to be and forgets what he really likes. The person who doesn't want to disappoint others, thus, never listens to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear. A person who follows his passion but too afraid to fail and commit mistakes. A person who feels too much pressure and always pray to ask favors. One reason, fear of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion. A person who's carefree but will choose his passion over good reputation. A person who's not chasing the success but aims to continuously improve in his chosen path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of them , then how can you do your best, if your heart is not on what you are doing? If so many fears for tomorrow, how can you live for today? If you don't have a good reputation, then how can you make your passion your profession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart. Forget your fears. Correct your mistakes. Move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---this blog is inspired by the 3 Idiots, a super duper long bollywood movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-794729798151774269?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/gGZVvG7Dzv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/794729798151774269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/questions.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/794729798151774269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/794729798151774269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/gGZVvG7Dzv8/questions.html" title="Questions" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/questions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCQHw4cSp7ImA9Wx9aFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-3616339843793518087</id><published>2011-03-07T03:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T03:56:01.239+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-07T03:56:01.239+08:00</app:edited><title>Fasching</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M9kUVPsTVzt7Vqt0k6CdZKyqY8Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M9kUVPsTVzt7Vqt0k6CdZKyqY8Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope I got the right term for this event. Fasching is Munich's term for Carnival. But this is not the same as the carnival we have in Philippines. Today, 06.03.2011, I go to Marienplatz alone to witness this event for the first time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l1Fnbui4ZM/TXPlgSxU2II/AAAAAAAAAT4/1Vsma4qcQZw/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055957419364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8F3EA6Qfk/TXPk0tWPEgI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZY9YF_GsrSM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There are so many people dressed in their comical costume; people wearing silly but cute headbands, different types of nose, hats, wigs; and some painted their faces. First impression, it's a combination of cosplay and carnival in Philippines.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l1Fnbui4ZM/TXPlgSxU2II/AAAAAAAAAT4/1Vsma4qcQZw/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055192289837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4wVKXz3Lkk/TXPkILBJApI/AAAAAAAAATg/4EtTMnPQTp4/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Konfetti(confetti) is everywhere too. Children and adults have plastic full of confetti and they will throw it to their friends and strangers(and I'm not an exception) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055437123153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xew7iA00_qQ/TXPkWbF87dI/AAAAAAAAATo/hUaZ85Ds3Ew/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There are many fancy stalls selling sausages, pretzels, mandeln, fries, burgers, costumes, Fasching accessories, gluwein, beers, etc. No wonder you can see some drunk people walking in zigzag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581054910875026498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8OKjTZvC4Q/TXPj3yqnxEI/AAAAAAAAATY/Gz-UPMnFTgk/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Main event, i think, is the concerts/performers in front of Rathaus and the crowd will dance, sing, laugh together with their friends/families. I love this part and wish I have someone/group beside me doing these also. In order not to spoil the mood, picture here picture there, smile here smile there, tap my feet and move my head to the beat of the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l7UOMD60ZoM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-3616339843793518087?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/N36Vd3yeyLI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3616339843793518087/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/fasching.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/3616339843793518087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/3616339843793518087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/N36Vd3yeyLI/fasching.html" title="Fasching" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8F3EA6Qfk/TXPk0tWPEgI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZY9YF_GsrSM/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/fasching.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDQHozeyp7ImA9Wx9bE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-8882323484685928656</id><published>2011-02-20T22:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:06:11.483+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-23T01:06:11.483+08:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday Mama!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/To79IgJzTEwhc4NsZwWlWxrR7Ig/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/To79IgJzTEwhc4NsZwWlWxrR7Ig/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/To79IgJzTEwhc4NsZwWlWxrR7Ig/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/To79IgJzTEwhc4NsZwWlWxrR7Ig/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Why am I writing a blog about my mom?&lt;br /&gt;-When we were still in Bikol, my sisters and I used to buy greeting cards and will put it under her pillow or on her cabinet. Ok we are not good at expressing our feelings personally. At dahil modern times na, so internet na ngayon ang way. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why English?&lt;br /&gt;-Gusto ko mag-English eh. Joke. Because I think this blog will be more dramatic pag Tagalog. Hihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is the first reason why I believe in miracles, in the power of prayers and faith in God. Why?&lt;br /&gt;-Mama got very sick and was bedridden for couple of years after she gave birth to me. But look at her now, chubby mama na sya who do all the household chores on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was rarely seen in our school and even the day we graduated. She had never escorted me in receiving my awards and accomplishments. She was always in the crowd silently watching us. Reason was because she's ashamed of her looks and the way she walks. But we don't mind at all. She may not be as normal as other mothers out there, but she can do beyond her capabilities. Proof? I have a younger sister. Si panget! hahaha! peace Dimple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575804215665020898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkWaSirHkBw/TWE8ZGvWz-I/AAAAAAAAATI/B-S5pggVQqE/s320/IMG_9453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my extraordinary Mama, happy happy birthday po! And as usual I wish you better health and more years to celebrate. I miss you. Hehehe! Pa-DHL na lang po ng handa. God bless you always po! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-8882323484685928656?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/YM0NkWfcop4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8882323484685928656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-mama.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/8882323484685928656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/8882323484685928656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/YM0NkWfcop4/happy-birthday-mama.html" title="Happy Birthday Mama!" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkWaSirHkBw/TWE8ZGvWz-I/AAAAAAAAATI/B-S5pggVQqE/s72-c/IMG_9453.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-mama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDR3s8fip7ImA9Wx9XEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-2053870994990047457</id><published>2011-01-04T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:16:16.576+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-04T18:16:16.576+08:00</app:edited><title>The Past, The Present and The Future</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eMdaRC3wlN956e_SDNfdKsb_o_0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eMdaRC3wlN956e_SDNfdKsb_o_0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok mejo late na yung blog ko pero syempre habol pa rin sa aking yearly blog. As usual topic is 2010 and 2011. Pano ko ba sisimulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 2010 has been bad and good to me. Bad kasi I experienced a lot of failures from March to September. But I can't really consider them bad kasi during those times, nalaman ko andami ko true friends and for the first time I got the full support of my family when I decided to follow what I want. Selfish act that if I failed, apektado syempre family. Anyways, all of you know that already and thinking of these moments make me smile, as in grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, it pours! Last &lt;a href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html"&gt;Nov 7&lt;/a&gt;, 2009, I wish for &lt;a href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/voice-within.html"&gt;something new&lt;/a&gt; and God granted my wish. I experienced lots of new things this year, in every aspects of my life. So much blessings that I can't contain them anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was also the travel year for me. I've been to 5 countries in a year na dati masaya na ako kung makaisa. Hehe! Sumabit ako sa family ni Bert sa HK, nag-SG para maghanap work, nagGermany para magtraining, nagAustria at Malaysia para mamasyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Philippines is really exceptional. For the first time, wala ako binuksang regalo but it doesn't mean wala ako narecv gifts, di nga lang nakabalot. At sa mga nagbigay, salamuch! I hope next Christmas and New Year makauwi ako ng Pinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Im facing the challenge of my new job. But I know I can do this! Kahit di sing-galing ng mga kasama ko, at least I am learning at darating din ako sa state nila. I just have to do my best again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this 2011, the year of thanksgiving, clearing debts, and start building our house. hahaha! Baon sa utang sa nagdaang taon kaya kelangan bumawi. Thanksgiving sa new blessings. Hopefully, mastart na ang bahay na matagal ko na gusto magkaron. New year's resolution ko pa rin ang pumayat(grabe ilang taon ko ng new year's resolution to) and maging productive sa lahat ng gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all have another gorgeous, unique, blessed and super good 2011. Keep smiling and be positive always. Let me end this blog by saying, Thank you Lord for the wonderful 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-2053870994990047457?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/tdDag1zAjC8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2053870994990047457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/past-present-and-future.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2053870994990047457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2053870994990047457?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/tdDag1zAjC8/past-present-and-future.html" title="The Past, The Present and The Future" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/past-present-and-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQX8ycCp7ImA9Wx9REko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-2880004026099516999</id><published>2010-12-14T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T04:59:20.198+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-14T04:59:20.198+08:00</app:edited><title>First time to!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/juVFheoe5HQ8gPNblJKzXWo7xUg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/juVFheoe5HQ8gPNblJKzXWo7xUg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In 6 weeks never ako nagkamali ng sinakyang train. Ngaun lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left office at 7pm. Since mag-isa akong umuwi so nakatungo ako naglalakad and takip ang ilong kc super lamig. Huhuhu! Kawawang ilong. When I reached Ostbhanof station, I noticed but ignored ang madaming tao sa station. Akala ko naghihintay lang sila sa baba kc malamig sa taas. So akyat lang then pasok sa train na nakastop kc lahat naman ng train sa track na yun dadaan ng Rosenheimer Platz, 1 station lang naman kasi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso nung umandar biglang pabalik and nakalagay pala sa screen Flughafen/Airport. Shocks so baba ako sa di ko alam na istasyon at antay for 15min ng train pabalik. Uber nginig na ako sa lamig kc di maganda pakiramdam ko today. At last may dumating na train. Pagpasok ko may announcement na indi ko maintindihan at yung iba bumaba na. Pero since mas marami ang nanatili sa loob so tuloy, soundtrip lang hanggang makarating ng Ostbhanof. May announcement na naman and this time lahat sila nagsibabaan. So I asked somebody pero di nya yata ako narinig buti na lang may isang guy na nakaearphone pa pero narinig ako. Di na raw tutuloy ung tren stop na sya dun. He was so kind to offer na may alam syang ibang track na dadaaan ng Rosenheimer Platz so sumabay ako sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then on the way, I saw my boss in SG, andito na pala sya ulit with Mun Fei and another colleague na ngaun ko lang nakita. So nagpaalam na ako sa stranger pero nakalimutan ko magthank you. Mun Fei told me na sabay na lang magdinner sa knila since treat naman ng boss namen and sabay na lang kmi maglakad pauwi. Tapos nakita ko ulit ung german guy and he told me na wala raw S-Bahn going to the central station and got the chance to thank him. SO no choice kundi sumama sa mga SG na alam ko naman unplanned na kasama ako. Kapal mukha na lang hahaha! Another colleague told me this "So you just joined RS-SG. Hmm there must be something in you to be accepted in the engineering department because females are not for engineering." Waaa! oo na oo na, nakakapressure na kayo ha. Compliment ba to or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just quiet sa dinner kc mga 10-yr employees na sila ng RS-Sg eh kng wala lang si MunFei(same flight+1 and same hotel kmi) di tlga ako sasabay. Then Dave saw us pero umalis rin since kasabay nya magdinner wife nya and finally met Kai Xun, a colleague from SG who arrived last week and is staying just on the next door. Lakad na lang kami pauwi..kaloka ang lamig lamig. Lord grant me healthy body especially healthy nose please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-2880004026099516999?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/ZEs0M2f2j0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2880004026099516999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-time-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2880004026099516999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2880004026099516999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/ZEs0M2f2j0I/first-time-to.html" title="First time to!" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-time-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMR3w9fCp7ImA9Wx9SFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-7526307085271746154</id><published>2010-12-05T19:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:11:26.264+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-06T00:11:26.264+08:00</app:edited><title>Walking All Day</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HGNXi-ZsPfSMsTXEAhpfd0FAbZI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HGNXi-ZsPfSMsTXEAhpfd0FAbZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dec 4, 2010. My first saturday in Munich kung saan di ako gumala ng malayo or lumabas para mamasyal. I went out this day simply for shopping: buying christmas gifts, souvenirs, "pasalubong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the day by eating breakfast at the hotel and my officemate gave me a slice of cake. He said that it's for me from a colleague whom I met last Sunday. At 10am head out first to BMW(ung isa kc jan nagrequest ng toy from BMW) so I went there first. When I reached the place dun ko narealize that the memories with RS-Munich colleagues will always pop in my mind if I enter this building. Then I watched the exhibition again bago bumili ng toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I return to Marienplatz, shopping area ng Munich. Naligaw ako kakahanap ng Maximillianstrasse so ended up asking some locals. Yeah I walked on the opposite way so balik na naman ako. From end to end ng street kakahanap ng pinakamurang brand ng bday/christmas gift for "him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPukTZd2THI/AAAAAAAAASw/46PLHpAsf8M/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547208019197447282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPukTZd2THI/AAAAAAAAASw/46PLHpAsf8M/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next walk to look for Hard Rock Store for souvenirs pero walang nabili. Then I passed by the Christkndl Market, bukas na pala sya ng morning akala ko sa gabi lang yun so uber dami ng tao plus Christmas sale pala. Dun na nagstart ang paglilibot sa mga Christmas stalls at inusisa mga products nila. Ang cucute ng mga stalls kc ung hitsura may miniature ng famous church, palibot ng christmas lights at maraming decorations. Pero super patok talaga ang Gluwein(hot wine) cguro kc malamig ang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPt-OiP1MMI/AAAAAAAAASI/YpVlbWB-GnA/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547166154213372098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPt-OiP1MMI/AAAAAAAAASI/YpVlbWB-GnA/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nakarating na ako dun sa binilhan ko ng damit last Monday and tinry ko papalitan ng size ung binili ko kc maliit sya, buti na lang pinalitan naman nila. Then I bought some of my gifts there. Dahil sale, nakabili rin ako ng damit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, lakad pa rin and I saw this group wearing santa claus costumes so I asked them why they are wearing such outfit. Sabi nila they want to share the true essence of Christmas(catholic group sila giving small booklets about Christmas and Jesus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPt-49SsOBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8oWzYxoEjh4/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547166883027630098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPt-49SsOBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8oWzYxoEjh4/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pinicturan ko sila pero bago ko pa napress sabi nung isa sya na lang daw kukuha para kasama ako. Then after that, binigyan nila ako booklet kaso german so di ko naman maiintindihan plus a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPt_uh-3n_I/AAAAAAAAASY/YjC8LmqT2H4/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547167803409670130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPt_uh-3n_I/AAAAAAAAASY/YjC8LmqT2H4/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I continue walking and stopped at LV and other famous brand shops. I bumped with one of my female RS-SG colleague. We went to eat late lunch at KFC and first time ko makakita ng mga pinoy dito. Hehehe! Mga nakapag-asawa daw sila ng german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPuIVEgRXhI/AAAAAAAAASo/PKrQUxkZH0E/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547177261604625938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPuIVEgRXhI/AAAAAAAAASo/PKrQUxkZH0E/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos lakad ulit but this time with Weiwei pero naghiwalay din kmi sa isang store kc may bibilhin ako pero sya gusto na nya lumipat sa iba. Lakad lakad ulit pero napapansin ko parami ng parami ang couples on the streets na naghahalikan or kahit sa loob ng stores. hihihi! and of course ang iingay ng mga magbabarkada. Then suddenly namiss ko ang berks, check the time and I know by this time nastart na ang party party ng berks. I was about to call one of them pero mahal baka mapahaba tawagan kc dami nila. hahaha! Then biglang tumunog ang bells. Since magkakalapit churches dun kaya nung tumunog as if they are inviting me to go inside. So bago pa ako ma-emo(nakakaemo kc ung surroundings plus ung tunog) ng tuluyan pumasok na ako sa Church of our Lady. Stay there for few minutes and observed the people inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPu5Ugh8B7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/AGov99zpidA/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547231128017700786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPu5Ugh8B7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/AGov99zpidA/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then naisip ko may di pa ako nabibilhan kaya hanap ulit ng shop kng san makakabili. Then pinakahuling shop na pinuntahan ko is chocolate shop of course. Hahaha! Then dahil sale at malapit na christmas, siksikan kmi sa train. Pagdating sa hotel, microwave yung tinake out kong carbonara na di ko naubos last friday, nood ng MTV pa rin, sort ng pictures sa Salzburg, laruin ang isa sa mga katabi ko sa higaan then tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPuAOXIAgOI/AAAAAAAAASg/8-1n9jXkFNs/s1600/Iphone_20101107%2B140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547168350251024610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPuAOXIAgOI/AAAAAAAAASg/8-1n9jXkFNs/s320/Iphone_20101107%2B140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-==The End==-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-7526307085271746154?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/sKKo-H37baw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7526307085271746154/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/walking-all-day.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/7526307085271746154?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/7526307085271746154?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/sKKo-H37baw/walking-all-day.html" title="Walking All Day" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TPukTZd2THI/AAAAAAAAASw/46PLHpAsf8M/s72-c/Iphone_20101107%2B134.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/walking-all-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYERns5eyp7ImA9Wx9TEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-2488505116386832835</id><published>2010-11-18T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:58:27.523+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-18T00:58:27.523+08:00</app:edited><title>Amazing! Awesome!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lW5HfWvBfVr6dn8mHi9hz-SWC68/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lW5HfWvBfVr6dn8mHi9hz-SWC68/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lW5HfWvBfVr6dn8mHi9hz-SWC68/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lW5HfWvBfVr6dn8mHi9hz-SWC68/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two words I said about the BMW Welt experience. Ok I am not into cars, I don’t know the parts of it, I only know few brands, and I don’t want it that much(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe in the future…hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). However, after seeing the BMW factory, I bought a car…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…of course a toy car(X6) from the BMW shop.&lt;em&gt; Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to buy the small BMW X3 white, the newest type which will be released this year, but costs €28. L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bmw.com/com/en/newvehicles/x3/x3/2006/allfacts/_shared/img/equipment_msport_aerodynamic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating 45 thousand cars per year is not a joke, which means 120 cars/day must be produced. How do they do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robotics(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know if the term is confidential, I hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Almost everything is automatic and computerized from creating the frame, engagement, marriage, up to the wedding. Well that is their terms for that. Unfortunately, I can’t share the whole procedures here and taking photos are not allowed. I know now why BMW cars are very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW Welt(World) became one of the landmarks in Munich because of it’s unique architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540562927568006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TOQIoKFjrzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WrPgPZpIGFQ/s320/IMG_7524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the building are of course cars, shops, restaurant, exhibition area, and a private area where customers are entertained and given a chance to test their new car. The other two buildings are the BMW factory and BMW museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540562441445831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TOQIL3I_9JI/AAAAAAAAARw/vfp-mPOk0RM/s320/IMG_7463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call this the first stone of BMW because, when it was built, some of the invited guests wrote their wishes and put them in this stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TOQJG2m6qKI/AAAAAAAAASA/aLs7ERIT6bw/s1600/IMG_7495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540563454915160226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TOQJG2m6qKI/AAAAAAAAASA/aLs7ERIT6bw/s320/IMG_7495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first indoor RS-Munich/Singapore outing participated by 32 people: 27+2(kids) from Munich and 3 from Singapore. A guided tour in the BMW Welt held from 8:30am-1:30pm. Thanks to my colleague here in Munich for arranging this private tour. This is really a unique experience to see live the step by step in developing a BMW car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-2488505116386832835?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/FhMJcgRf94A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2488505116386832835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/amazing-awesome.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2488505116386832835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2488505116386832835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/FhMJcgRf94A/amazing-awesome.html" title="Amazing! 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CEQk1pmUhSb9ZR2pm4bfejWfrGg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CEQk1pmUhSb9ZR2pm4bfejWfrGg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being here for a week already makes me want to list what I have observed and experienced which are not unusual in Philippines and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Automatic Train Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We are still not used to pressing the door to board or alight the S-Bahn(ground and underground) and U-Bahn(underground) trains. Sometimes we still wait for the door to open automatically. &lt;em&gt;Mejo di ok pag may german sa likod. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538770245806673954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TN2qMWHPUCI/AAAAAAAAARA/gJNWdhiPcTA/s200/Picture%2B017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany, so far, has the best campaign/rules for what they call "Go Green". First, if you buy in a supermarket, be sure to bring your own bag or else you will be paying a not-so-fair-enough-price for a plastic bag. That's why RS have these shopping bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538772476829245314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TN2sONUeH4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/2RCUV-8Vi90/s200/Picture%2B029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, all bottled drinks have deposit. But there are machines(see symbol below) where you can return the bottles and will give you a receipt of your deposits. Then you can claim it from the cashier or use it when you buy bottled drinks again. &lt;em&gt;Kaya lang kinukuha ng hotel staffs yung mga empty bottles sa room. hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538774232347171586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TN2t0ZIj2wI/AAAAAAAAARo/GaYVM5saSQc/s320/post-4788-1195567850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Third is the proper sorting of garbages. You can see it on the streets, inside the buildings(including RS buildings). &lt;em&gt;Indi lang ok sa indi marunong magbasa ng german. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earth Colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Germans preferred earth colors(gray, brown, black, white...). It is so uncommon to see them wearing colorful outfits. &lt;em&gt;Kaya di ko maisuot ung pink jacket ko sa labas. hihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538772974398468882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TN2srK6N8xI/AAAAAAAAARg/N9bry4Scp_c/s320/IMG_6782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family-Oriented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are family-oriented persons. Shops are closed on Sunday because they said that it's a family day. For tourists, this is the best day to go out because there are fewer people on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shorter Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived in Munich at 5:30am and it's still dark and cold(well cold naman lagi). Reached Rosenheimerplatz at 8am but still looks like 5am in Philippines. At 5pm, it gets dark easily so when you go out at 6pm, you'll feel like it's already 9-10pm. &lt;em&gt;Hihi! kaya pagdating ng hotel 8pm pa lang nananaginip na ako then gigising ng 4-5am para magnet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-5032113356534819523?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/2f8faNBarUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5032113356534819523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-i-know-so-far-about-munichor.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/5032113356534819523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/5032113356534819523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/2f8faNBarUE/what-i-know-so-far-about-munichor.html" title="What I Know So Far About Munich(or Germany)" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_957pCPDWDiI/TN2qMWHPUCI/AAAAAAAAARA/gJNWdhiPcTA/s72-c/Picture%2B017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-i-know-so-far-about-munichor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHQXw-cSp7ImA9Wx5bFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-7608897930205741797</id><published>2010-10-30T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:15:30.259+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-30T11:15:30.259+08:00</app:edited><title>Ano Pipiliin Ko?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hk0_Ry2SKJeHytCE6UO-jkJJWzM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hk0_Ry2SKJeHytCE6UO-jkJJWzM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hk0_Ry2SKJeHytCE6UO-jkJJWzM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hk0_Ry2SKJeHytCE6UO-jkJJWzM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dahil ako ang taong &lt;s&gt;di&lt;/s&gt; nagpapadala ng basta basta sa peer pressure kaya ang hirap magdecide kung anong phone ang bibilhin &lt;s&gt;ko&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bakit gusto ko bumili eh may phone pa naman ako?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Gusto      ko yung nakakapag-ym, twitter at FB pag wala sa bahay at kahit nasa opis      kc nahihiya ako mag-internet ng not work-related doon.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Lahat      ng teammates or madalas ko makausap sa opis eh naka-iPhone.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Dagdagan      pa ng mga quotes “Bili na ng iPhone.”, “Buy iPhone now, you know we have      this mobile plan discount for R&amp;amp;S employees”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bakit ayaw ko pa bumili ng mobile phone plan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l2 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Unang      una may phone pa naman ako at kabbli ko lang ng phone last June sa 7-11.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l2 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;May      mga gastusin pang mas priority sa ngaun kesa sa bagong phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l2 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Sayang      naman ang 1.5 months or more na indi magagamit yung plan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Pero kng may sasagot naman ng phone ko iisa na lang rason why ayaw ko bumili. Hihi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang tanong ano ba gusto kong bilhin?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;iPhone      4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="a"&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Mas       madaming apps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Mas sikat       and mas marami gumagamit pero parang mas gusto ko pa rin ung iPhone 3Gs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Gusto       ko ung app nila na malalaman kung what time darating ang bus para di ako       malate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Samsung      Galaxy S&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="a"&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Mas       malaki ang screen and may pinakamagandang screen sa tatlo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Mas       matagal battery life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Mas       maganda hitsura kesa iPhone 4.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;HTC      Desire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="a"&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;Compared       to iPhone 4 and Galaxy S, HTC desire ang most recommended ng mga       smartphone reviews.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level2 lfo3;tab-stops:list 1.0in"&gt;No       other reason,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waaaaa! Ano ba ang swak sa akin dito? Ang laki ng problema ko noh?! wag na lang kaya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(in fairness nakapagblog ako ulit! Yes!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-7608897930205741797?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/XmBlU2Afmmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7608897930205741797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/ano-pipiliin-ko.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/7608897930205741797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/7608897930205741797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/XmBlU2Afmmk/ano-pipiliin-ko.html" title="Ano Pipiliin Ko?" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/ano-pipiliin-ko.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HQn8-cSp7ImA9WxFWGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-6034390710561825105</id><published>2010-06-08T02:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:53:53.159+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T02:53:53.159+08:00</app:edited><title>Searching For An Answer</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hU3UzYJkwdPABj3y7eGLTDxDXG0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hU3UzYJkwdPABj3y7eGLTDxDXG0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hU3UzYJkwdPABj3y7eGLTDxDXG0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hU3UzYJkwdPABj3y7eGLTDxDXG0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Suddenly, I want to ask this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY MOST OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW ARE NOT OK AND WANT TO HAVE A CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(used HE for generalization)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I: CAREER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 1:&lt;/i&gt; He knows exactly what he wants, how to get it but afraid to take the first step in making it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 2:&lt;/i&gt; He want a change but don't know what exactly he wants to do and where he is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 3:&lt;/i&gt; He has plans but waiting for something to start his plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 4:&lt;/i&gt; He is making the steps towards his goal, giving his all,  but it's never that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;II: LOVELIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 5:&lt;/i&gt; His relationship is rocky but he never stop giving love a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 6:&lt;/i&gt; He knows staying in the relationship is not ok, but he don't want to waste the years they spent together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 7:&lt;/i&gt; He finally find the courage to end the relationship, but did he completely get out from the box when the person who hurt him is still bothering him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 8:&lt;/i&gt; He is trying to move on from the past relationship, trying and convincing others that he is ok but actually he is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;III. LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 9:&lt;/i&gt; He has no peace of mind due to a property issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 10&lt;/i&gt;: His family is not in good health lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person 11&lt;/i&gt;: He knows almost all he's doing are mistakes, he knows these are not good things to do, he knows he hurts someone, but he chooses to live this way, for in these things, he finds the happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all want a change. Why? What is happening in the universe? Is there an eclipse or some sort of issues in the alignment of the stars. Oh well, I do hope, all will be strong enough to conquer changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3601043566190065960-6034390710561825105?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/sHBiHaOpeII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6034390710561825105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/searching-for-answer.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/6034390710561825105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/6034390710561825105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/sHBiHaOpeII/searching-for-answer.html" title="Searching For An Answer" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/searching-for-answer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGRXkzeyp7ImA9WxFSFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-1240765753277865511</id><published>2010-04-19T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:55:24.783+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-19T19:55:24.783+08:00</app:edited><title>Usaping Pag-Ibig</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-UxuN1F6OgVDkTfZ5JyOkoA-4h8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-UxuN1F6OgVDkTfZ5JyOkoA-4h8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-UxuN1F6OgVDkTfZ5JyOkoA-4h8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-UxuN1F6OgVDkTfZ5JyOkoA-4h8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;font-size: small;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div id="previewbody" style="font-size: 17px;color: rgb(102, 102, 102);margin-left: 0.2em;display: block;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;In English, Love talks...huh?! really?! love talks?...you're so corny nelda...andami mo mais...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;Who wants to be corny anyway? Wala naman di ba. But we can't help to be corny basta LOVE ang topic. Di ba? Wag na magreact ang di agree. Because love is in the air...no... to be specific love problem is in the air&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;, I have collected quotes and punchlines I've spoken and heard from my friends.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cup.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;If you don't want to read corny lines...stop now.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ang totoong love walang time limit.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/clock.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Oracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ang totoong love walang time limit except kay Tooot." - Us&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ang worth-it na guy, di naaagaw.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"If there is love, there is security NOT insecurity.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Baktong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Love. Learn. Live.(mantra in no particular order)." --- Mariposa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ang totoong love di nakakastress." --- Logic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ang LOVE parang MULTO&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;, wag mo hanapin para makita mo." --- Edong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Pag dumating tau sa game over sana makahanap tau ng bonus life.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Mariposa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Truth hurts, but toothache hurts more.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Di mo na maibabalik ang noon, walang ctrl+del ang life...move forward." --- Logic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"When you are down, there's no other way...except to go up." --- Logic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Yun ang masakit eh, yung gusto mo sya alisin sa sitwasyong nagpapahirap sa kanya ng sobra pero alam mong wala kang magagawa.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Love is the most precious gift that becomes a blessing when given to someone who deserves it.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Pablooming ka ng bonggang bongga. Dapat maging fan ka ng Mahal Kita Noon, Maglaway ka Ngayon.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- LoBak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ok lang naman kung di mo kayang mahalin, pero ang hindi ok, ang patuloy mong saktan." --- Baktong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Mahirap pag ayaw na eh, mahirap pilitin ang sarili." --- Donkey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Well, kung ginagawa mo naman lahat, baka naman hindi na ikaw ang &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;nagkukulang.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Pwede mo naman ibigay ang lahat... pero wag mawawala ang worth mo." --- Unknown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"When you are begging for love, you know that you are not really loved.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Ang kabaitan ay indi dapat sinusuklian ng pakikipagrelasyon.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;"Jealousy is normal, pero ang makipagaway ng walang basehan ay abnormal.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;" --- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;Ilan lang po yan sa tumatak sa aking isipan&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;. Indi man namen namalayan pero kami'y nakapagbitaw ng ganyan. Korni na kung korni, ang makatulong ang importante. Hangad lang name'y maayos ang lahat ng gusot. Hangad name'y sumaya ang mga pusong umiiyak. Itulot nawa ng Diyos na lumikha. Matuto nawa na umahon sa pagkakadapa.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;Holy Crap!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size: medium;"&gt;--- Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;susyal noh...hahaha! segway &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-1240765753277865511?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/AulvTgO4-38" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1240765753277865511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/usaping-pag-ibig.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/1240765753277865511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/1240765753277865511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/AulvTgO4-38/usaping-pag-ibig.html" title="Usaping Pag-Ibig" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/usaping-pag-ibig.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNRH4zfip7ImA9WxBVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-907648893881761960</id><published>2010-02-23T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:06:35.086+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T16:06:35.086+08:00</app:edited><title>BE@UTYBRICK</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NCg0FWRpT0IfqpEwnTfK95xyhKg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NCg0FWRpT0IfqpEwnTfK95xyhKg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Is choosing the right haircut or hairstyle your dilemma? Do you want to look trendy but don't know how you're going to do it? Do you want an artistic curls or any kind of digiperm? Or simply want a new look and have a makeover?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_301122317057_691102057_3565050_6932493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_301122317057_691102057_3565050_6932493_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, here's the solution to your problem. Go to Be@utybrick located at 122 Jupiter St. Doña Consolacion Building, Makati City, beside Red Ribbon bakeshop. Mr. Gi Jin Shin, the stylist and the owner, is a very skillful and so far the best stylist I've known. At first you will be confused whether he's a korean or japanese coz he speaks fluently using those languages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs295.ash1/22238_301839342057_691102057_3567186_7434727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs295.ash1/22238_301839342057_691102057_3567186_7434727_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service is excellent. All staffs are accommodating, can speak and understand Korean and Japanese as well. They are efficient and fast worker too so you won't regret giving a bigger tip than you usually give to ordinary salons out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs235.snc3/22238_301839212057_691102057_3567175_3905014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs235.snc3/22238_301839212057_691102057_3567175_3905014_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facilities are good.  The place is clean and the walls are artistically painted/designed. I love this part of be@utybrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs215.snc3/22238_301810992057_691102057_3567093_3137816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs215.snc3/22238_301810992057_691102057_3567093_3137816_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a shelf of magazines, table of magazines, cozy lights and this skateboard beside the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs235.snc3/22238_301799622057_691102057_3567057_1304778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 302px; text-align: center; " src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs235.snc3/22238_301799622057_691102057_3567057_1304778_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends went here last Feb 12,2010 and we all give be@utybrick 2 thumbs up. Mr. Shin just knew the right haircut and style for you. The right length  as well as right color for your hair. He turned dull-looking to fresh-vibrant hair. :)&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/3601043566190065960-907648893881761960?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/muaMlDVm4BA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/907648893881761960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/beutybrick.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/907648893881761960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/907648893881761960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/muaMlDVm4BA/beutybrick.html" title="BE@UTYBRICK" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/beutybrick.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4AQXg8eip7ImA9WxBWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-1767237032876133565</id><published>2010-02-03T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:02:20.672+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-03T19:02:20.672+08:00</app:edited><title>To Learn Other Languages...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H1wQq-CXwVgsSq-VVkYiuo7ZGNg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H1wQq-CXwVgsSq-VVkYiuo7ZGNg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...is HARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Argh! &lt;/b&gt;I really want to speak other Languages. It started when I was still in Elementary and reading pocketbooks was my hobby. Back then, I have a notebook where I wrote all Spanish and French phrases I encountered while reading pocketbooks. Sometimes a few Latin words I heard from Mamay as well. I think that notebook is still in one of my boxes in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;como esta usted...  mi casa es su casa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;te quiero... merci... bon voyage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those are few of the words I had wrote and saying &lt;i&gt;'i love you'&lt;/i&gt; in different languages. &lt;b&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/b&gt; Of course I will find it in pocketbooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I'm already 25 and I haven't master any of the two languages I have mentioned. Instead, from 2 languages, now I want to learn 3 more languages such as Japanese, Korean and Mandarin. Oh well, some of you guys know already the reason behind it. &lt;b&gt;Hahaha&lt;/b&gt;. I still use notebooks but since we are in digital world already so most of the tools are in softcopy or bookmarking the websites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's getting harder. Although I knew some common phrases such as &lt;i&gt;hello, sorry, thank you, i love you, good morning, good evening, how are you, welcome, bye, yes or no&lt;/i&gt; in 4-5 languages, but it's still not enough. &lt;b&gt;Where should I get the motivation?&lt;/b&gt; I am not working in a company who requires to speak any of them. I am not in the country which uses any of those languages. I don't have a Japanese, Spanish, French, Korean or Chinese friend. I have no reasons to learn these languages except...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... simply because &lt;b&gt;I WANT TO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will this be enough? I hope so and I want to start with Mandarin. Wahahaha! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will read this blog again after 1-2yrs.  Let's see if I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3601043566190065960-1767237032876133565?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/qH9F1oni1I4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1767237032876133565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-learn-other-languages.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/1767237032876133565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/1767237032876133565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/qH9F1oni1I4/to-learn-other-languages.html" title="To Learn Other Languages..." /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-learn-other-languages.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGSX45cCp7ImA9WxBXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-2565944116147630732</id><published>2010-01-23T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:20:28.028+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T00:20:28.028+08:00</app:edited><title>Nightmares</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrAkZ0QKJLpikXWADWd8LMwRTHY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrAkZ0QKJLpikXWADWd8LMwRTHY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since childhood, I kept on having nightmares or daymares(hihihi pangumaga kc). But they don't happen everyday. Most of the time pag indi ako nakapagpray before going to sleep. Some of them are bombing, ,explosions, a building collapsed and tsunamis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tsunamis and building that collapsed are the most common dreams. Most of the time yung place di nagbabago and yung height ng tsunami. Ang nagbabago lang ay yung mga nakakasama ko. Usually closed friends, family and relatives. May 1 time nanaginip ako na si ate at Jho nasa tuktok ng not so high big waves samantala kami ng tita ko tumatakbo palayo. Kadalasang place is smen sa Bikol, not near the beach pero kita ko ung tsunami at the top ng mga puno then we'll start to run. Minsan naman sa skul namen nung elem. Sa likod kc nun seawall at maingay tlga dagat dun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of my dreams, the waves didn't hit me.Or kng abutan man ako hanggang bewang lang. Did I mention na nadudugtungan ko yung naputol na panaginip. Sometimes nagigising ako ng umiiyak or sobrang bilis ng heartbeat or kaya umihi na sa higaan.&lt;i&gt;(ooops! nung bata pa ako nun ha).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, kanina I slept at 5am and had a dream of tsunami again. Kita ko kung pano  nawala yung tubig sa shore at umangat yung waves. For the first time, me and my lola had no time to run sa bilis ng mga pangyayari. I thought malulunod na kami but we survived. Two...three more waves pero this time nakakapit na kami. Next setting nagaayos na kmi ng gamit para lumikas then I saw how the high-rise building collapsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then afterwards, a man walk towards us and said na kelangan na namen umalis kc gagawan ng kalsada dun sa kinatatayuan ng bahay namen. When I say NO, biglang may rocket then sumabog sya sa bahay namen. Wala kami nagawa kundi umalis bitbit ang aming gamit.  THE END. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then tok! tok! tok! Si ate anjan na. Bumili ng paninda bungad sken "di ka naglaba?!" hahaha! Ooops! I didn't mention pala na 3x na nadugtungan ang dream ko, 1st putol nung sabi dimple na papasok na sya, 2nd nung paalis na si ate, 3rd nung nagising ako na sobra bilis ng heartbeat ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till now d ko pa rin alam kng bakit ganun lagi dreams ko. I don't know kng may kinalaman ung experience namen nung nagkatsunami sa bikol when I was 2yrs old. Kc mama and ate are experiencing the same. Kung susumahin cguro lawit na dila ko kakatakbo sa ilang beses na takbu ng takbo sa panaginip. Almost ending naman sa isang place na di mo akalain na nanggaling ka sa pagtakbo para makalayo sa tsunami. Good thing I have stopped peeing in the bed kundi cguro madalas ako naglalaba ng sapin. hahaha! &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/3601043566190065960-2565944116147630732?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/WIPuqMdpd98" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2565944116147630732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nightmares.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2565944116147630732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2565944116147630732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/WIPuqMdpd98/nightmares.html" title="Nightmares" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nightmares.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAAQHczfCp7ImA9WxBQGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-3724286125497180710</id><published>2010-01-18T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:39:01.984+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-18T19:39:01.984+08:00</app:edited><title>First Ever Pre-Nup Photoshoot</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-XO223hfRLe2v9M8iPwFGg7DTms/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-XO223hfRLe2v9M8iPwFGg7DTms/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already a late post but I really want to share my first ever experience in Pre-Nuptial Photoshoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4204389797_25a3b1e4ee_m.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, whenever I watched Teleserye or asian series, and if there are scenes that amazed me, I sometimes wish I am adirector, photographer or videographer(?) or even a script writer. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I love owning a camera. At first I don't want to take photography seriously since it is one of the expensive hobbies/career. My primary reasons of buying a cam is just to capture memories from the lens. I only ended up with Canon 1000D because Bert and other friends told me to buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to the prenup experience, at first I had asked Olga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2794/4205147864_80be0ac16c_m.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; my classmate, if they are really serious. Well of course I know that wedding happens only once in a lifetime(unless there will be an expiration) and photos will be the memories left for reminiscing the moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why pics should be beautiful, with glow and romantic. I'm not confident enough if I can do that since I have no experience on prenup prior to this one and I will be using only my kit lens. Most of the prenup pics I saw are superb. But then they said it's ok so there it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Dec 12,2009, we went to La Mesa Eco Park at 9am together with one of the secondary sponsors(Mica) and the flower girl(Hali). And after that a few shots in techno Hub. Only 2 photos were taken there because the guard did not allow us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to take more shots :(. Below are the things we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/4204390273_586828cd04_m.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/4204389071_c1eafa6513_m.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On my part, I searched for the scenes I previously watched in asian dramas and have them printed so that I have a reference if ever i run out of ideas. I wanted to create a comedy yet romantic feeling on the prenup photos. The couple also printed sample prenup shots from the internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring 1-3 pairs of clothes/costumes. Of course this is a must if you don't want others to see your prenup(almost 100+ photos) wearing the same outfit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put a foundation and light make-up to match your outfit and so that you'll not look pale in the pictures. There are couples we saw in the park with 3 photographers and 2 make-up artists with them.(whoah! i felt like I am really not fit to do it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/4204390819_7093a92570_m.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Get a permit at the Admin Place near the entrance. I've read from digital photography forums that a permit is a must before you can start prenup photo shoot at Eco Park. Well it's true especially if you will be using a DSLR. The permit is just a form asking for the Studio Name/Company, name of the photographer(s), couple, some listed agreements and then you will be asked to pay the same amount as the entrance fee. If you're living in QC, never forget to bring your ID to avail the discount.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The couple and the photographer should be at ease with each other. Hahaha! I felt shy at first to tell them to pose like this or to do something because it's my first time and I don't know the couple too well. Good thing Olga and Mark are friendly and cheerful. We managed to become at ease and just enjoy what we are doing. Plus Hali is there to relieve our stress and tiredness? Actually we just feel it when we were packing and about to leave the park. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks God Olga,Mark and Mica like the outputs of the photoshoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2776/4205158608_7096fe1d81_m.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get the original and volunteered to edit their own pics. Since I can't make it on the wedding day, I just created an AVP(just a slideshow with additional text and music) as a gift for them.  They gave me a chance as well to get some pre-wedding photos on the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall results are two thumbs-up. Yehey! First Prenup is successful. All I can say is that the aura of the couple contributes a lot on the output of the &lt;a href="http://neldz.multiply.com/photos/album/95/Mark-Olga_PreNup2009.12.12"&gt;photos&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3601043566190065960-3724286125497180710?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/xEMrx9ASTkk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3724286125497180710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-ever-pre-nup-photoshoot.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/3724286125497180710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/3724286125497180710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/xEMrx9ASTkk/first-ever-pre-nup-photoshoot.html" title="First Ever Pre-Nup Photoshoot" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4204389797_25a3b1e4ee_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-ever-pre-nup-photoshoot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHQH05fCp7ImA9WxBRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-2643945382825325309</id><published>2010-01-04T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:32:11.324+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-04T13:32:11.324+08:00</app:edited><title>Lessons Learned Kagabi</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dbi1eHkmJW65rX9ypVgE_nmm17k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dbi1eHkmJW65rX9ypVgE_nmm17k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At 2am, katatapos ko lang j****s at sina ate naman ay naglalaro ng Myster Case Files, a fire alarm broke the silence outside. At first akala namen alarm lng ng sasakyan kc d naman namen in-expect na may fire alarm sa katapat na apartment. But the first alarm followed by 2nd...3rd...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinabahan na kmi ni dimple kaya lumabas kami(Ewan namen pano kami nakalabas ng bahay na d namen naapakan sina mama sa sahig. Ang kinakatakot ko ng todo is ung magkasunog sa dulo ng iskinita so nung nakalabas kami dun ko agad tiningnan. Kahit papano nakahinga ako ng maluwag nung d dun nanggagaling kundi dun sa tapat namen. Pero since malapit sa poste kaya kinatakutan namen na madamay ung mga wires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing to do is gisingin si mama at papa. As expected cguro dahil nagulat at sadyang nerbyosa si mama nangatog tlga sya. Si ate naman todo panic. Well expected na rin un kc nasunugan na sya sa dati nyang boarding house sa makati na ang natira lang sa kanya is kng ano ang suot nya. We grabbed all important things na makita namen at hinanda namen sa sala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero sa awa ng Diyos d grumabe ung apoy. Don't know kng ano ngyari dun sa kabilang bahay sa likod ng katapat na apartment. All I know was nadamay ung 2 rooms sa apartment na un.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marami kaming natutunan kagabi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know the contact numbers of the nearest fire brigades. Kc kami ni dimple unang nakalabas sa street namen pero d kmi makakontak kc wala kmi numbers. We wanted to help pero wala kmi nagawa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't panic. Yan lagi dapat pero ang hirap pala i-apply. Kc ako mismo nagpanic ako nung bago ako nakalabas ng bahay. Gusto ko malaman agad kng san ung sunog pero mejo panic na utak ko. Si dimple kng anu ano nadampot...mismong alcohol naisilid nya sa bag. First tym kc nya makaencounter ng ganun. Si ate naman sinasabi nya na tumakbo na raw si mama at dimple. May trauma na kc sya sa sunog. Kahit sabhin namen ni papa na wag magpanic nagpanic pa rin sya kaya pinalabas namen sila para makita kng ano tlga sitwasyon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep important documents and things in one bag/box. Kanya kanya kami ng tago ng important documents namen so lahat kami kanya kanya ng kuha. Habang binabalik namen mga gamit, we decided na sa iisang lalagyan lahat ng docs namen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dapat laging charge at may load ang cp. Para may pangkontak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Di dapat natutulog ng maaga. Hahaha! JOke lang. Shifting dapat ang tulog  sabi ni Ate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dahil dito halos 4am na kami nakatulog. Syempre d ka naman pwede matulog ng mejo kinakabahan ka pa at nag-ayos na rin ng mga gamit. Plus masakit sa ilong ang usok. Buti na lang may natirang mask pa si mama. Bottomline pa rin, thanks God none was hurt. &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/3601043566190065960-2643945382825325309?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/BJZzcv8iV7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2643945382825325309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-learned-kagabi.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2643945382825325309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/2643945382825325309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/BJZzcv8iV7U/lessons-learned-kagabi.html" title="Lessons Learned Kagabi" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-learned-kagabi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQng9eip7ImA9WxBRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-5097827844133597833</id><published>2010-01-02T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:24:13.662+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-02T23:24:13.662+08:00</app:edited><title>Kelangang gawin...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/18NAD3Yo-AUGicbtQEQEHv8qjWs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/18NAD3Yo-AUGicbtQEQEHv8qjWs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Magdiet dahil sa dami ng kinain...hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-5097827844133597833?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/6Ekfp25QWCs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5097827844133597833/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/kelangang-gawin.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/5097827844133597833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/5097827844133597833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/6Ekfp25QWCs/kelangang-gawin.html" title="Kelangang gawin..." /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/kelangang-gawin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FQH0_eyp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-6870675088445324731</id><published>2009-11-09T12:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:41:51.343+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T14:41:51.343+08:00</app:edited><title>Something New</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m0PbISim2TQxM87jtZByLkVruT4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m0PbISim2TQxM87jtZByLkVruT4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...yan ang theme ng 25th birthday ko...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to experience new things on this year that's why I started it on the day when I turned 25...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's New?(&lt;a href="http://neldz.multiply.com/photos/album/89/25th_Birthday2009.11.07"&gt;pictures here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First firsts of the day, Canon Lens from Bert na diniliver ni Zerlan. Matagal ko na plan bilhin un pero wala ako laging budget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chupa chups, crazy dips lollipop+poppin candy na pinatikim sken ni Jho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New headbands from my sister na puro pang-noo or pag nakaponytail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama gave me an undergarment as a gift&lt;i&gt;(first tym na niregaluhan ako ni mama on my bday)&lt;/i&gt;. Ate gave me also a pair of undergarments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got the chance to take some pics of my new friends in FF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a dessert with my family at crepes and creams. First time to celebrate my bday with my family since 2001. Kahit d kumpleto eh ok lang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang pinakafirst sa lahat, we went to a comedy bar. First plan is to see Vice Ganda sa Punchline pero since blockbuster nung sat at late na kami kaya nagklownz na lang. Main guests nila si Dessa at Allan K. Ok pa rin 2 thumbs up. Hahaha! Favorite ko si Gie a.k.a Aubrey Miles...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wellll! Amazing!!-gie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New set of earrings. Palaki ng palaki Jho ah...hahaha! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks sa lahat ng bumati at naging part ng mga something new ko. Mas marami pa rin kesa sa mga indi nabreak tulad ng  pagsesenti and bday blues. Thanks Lord, family, hikab, berks, friendships, officemates, classmates, relatives,sponsors&lt;i&gt;(echoz!)&lt;/i&gt; hahaha! for this wonderful day. :)&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/3601043566190065960-6870675088445324731?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/_I1A-MkuUbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6870675088445324731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/6870675088445324731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/6870675088445324731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/_I1A-MkuUbQ/something-new.html" title="Something New" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNRHY-eCp7ImA9WxNWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-4706114940988151854</id><published>2009-10-09T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:21:35.850+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T12:21:35.850+08:00</app:edited><title>What God Wants Me To Know</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x8YSP9CJQHRwggCoKjfPb_xVfMs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x8YSP9CJQHRwggCoKjfPb_xVfMs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x8YSP9CJQHRwggCoKjfPb_xVfMs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x8YSP9CJQHRwggCoKjfPb_xVfMs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's been months since the last time I posted a blog. Now, I'm doing it again to share one of the FB's application, &lt;b&gt;God wants You to Know&lt;/b&gt;. I saw this from Eds' wall but I keep on ignoring it since I am not an FB user who tried almost all the applications she discovered from her friends' walls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, all of a sudden I want to try it. I click the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; button and upon reading the summary, all my cells ignited&lt;i&gt;(exag!) &lt;/i&gt;Hehehe. I became teary-eyed for 5seconds. The message is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;On this day of your life, Nelda, we believe God wants you to know ... that it's OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just rest for a moment. It's OK. Yes, things are crazy, yes, the world is going nuts. Yet, deep underneath the stormy waves, there, in the core of your being, there is pure silence, pure love. And ... it's ... just ... OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No need to explain why it's like that. All I can do is smile and whisper... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3601043566190065960-4706114940988151854?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/p7w1zU7hu28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4706114940988151854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-god-wants-me-to-know.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/4706114940988151854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/4706114940988151854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/p7w1zU7hu28/what-god-wants-me-to-know.html" title="What God Wants Me To Know" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-god-wants-me-to-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ASXc6fCp7ImA9WxJbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-3630927511908574932</id><published>2009-07-23T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:09:08.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T15:09:08.914+08:00</app:edited><title>the voice within</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6KWrpujiR919mhC4r1CKXFGzGHI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6KWrpujiR919mhC4r1CKXFGzGHI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6KWrpujiR919mhC4r1CKXFGzGHI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6KWrpujiR919mhC4r1CKXFGzGHI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I want something new!&lt;br /&gt;I want something different!&lt;br /&gt;I want to move forward!&lt;br /&gt;I want to improve everything!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free!&lt;br /&gt;I want to help!&lt;br /&gt;I want an encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;I want a change!&lt;br /&gt;I want a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;I want a better me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so many wants but where and how will I start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-3630927511908574932?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/IxW2ByR81AI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3630927511908574932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/voice-within.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/3630927511908574932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/3630927511908574932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/IxW2ByR81AI/voice-within.html" title="the voice within" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/voice-within.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICRHk5eip7ImA9WxJWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-1423693296158006026</id><published>2009-06-18T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:29:25.722+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T14:29:25.722+08:00</app:edited><title>Konayuki</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ylym_zQ-Wzvg3xdpBmDt60p_2gg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ylym_zQ-Wzvg3xdpBmDt60p_2gg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ylym_zQ-Wzvg3xdpBmDt60p_2gg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ylym_zQ-Wzvg3xdpBmDt60p_2gg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       Since &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Utada Hikaru's First Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;, my all-time favorite japanese song, another japanese song has captured my heart. Yung tipong parang gusto ko syang kantahin lagi especially yung chorus. Kahit d ko kabisado hina-hum ko habang naglalakad, may gnagawa or gusto naririnig ko bago ako matulog. Hahaha! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Keber kng d ko alam ang saktong lyrics basta gusto ko sya. Gusto ko ung melody, music kaso mejo sad yung lyrics. I love how Remioromen(&lt;font size="2"&gt;parang kilalang kilala ko sila&lt;/font&gt;) sings &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Konayuki&lt;/span&gt;. Hayyy LSS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;"Konayuki nee...totorotorototot ahaaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;...anyways pakinggan nyo na lang...hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/babbfa82-1ab4-45f4-bbac-a9e87d4dea1c&amp;theName=Remioromen - Konayuki&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;padding-left: 2px;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);text-decoration: none;font-size: 10px;font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=babbfa82-1ab4-45f4-bbac-a9e87d4dea1c"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px;font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/babbfa82-1ab4-45f4-bbac-a9e87d4dea1c/Remioromen---Konayuki/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px;font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;         eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-1423693296158006026?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/9CvmhdpsjD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1423693296158006026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/konayuki.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/1423693296158006026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/1423693296158006026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/9CvmhdpsjD8/konayuki.html" title="Konayuki" /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/konayuki.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFR3w8cSp7ImA9WxJXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601043566190065960.post-72176863532549793</id><published>2009-06-09T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:05:16.279+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T12:05:16.279+08:00</app:edited><title>It's Nice To Be Back...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oWKDRhWAmypwmYdnseRXFqsfp4k/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oWKDRhWAmypwmYdnseRXFqsfp4k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oWKDRhWAmypwmYdnseRXFqsfp4k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oWKDRhWAmypwmYdnseRXFqsfp4k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...sa pagbablog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi! Namiss ko kaya magsulat dito. Andami-dami ko sanang gusto isulat pero walang panahon noon. Bisibisihan sa trabaho kasi...tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon naman I am freeeeee. Di ko na nga alam paano uubusin ang 8hours. Naisipan ko bisitahin ang blog ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta naman nakaka-tatlong drafts na ako pero d ko maipublish...parang may mali sa mga sinusulat ko...pagkatapos ko itype ng pagkahaba-haba, iddelete ko lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan naman andami ko time magblog...wala ako maisip na ilagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadya bang di na ako sanay magpetiks...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(charing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601043566190065960-72176863532549793?l=yellowtopaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~4/XEMh5ROtlVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/feeds/72176863532549793/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-nice-to-be-back.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/72176863532549793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601043566190065960/posts/default/72176863532549793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YtgU/~3/XEMh5ROtlVE/its-nice-to-be-back.html" title="It's Nice To Be Back..." /><author><name>neldz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12070409920963037257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t96/nelda_d1/AkinLamang2007/bertneng.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yellowtopaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-nice-to-be-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

