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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>life suckz*</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesuckz" /><description>...life sucks...but it ain't that boring</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 10:07:29 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="lifesuckz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>...life sucks...but it ain't that boring</itunes:subtitle><item><title>Pinatikai: 2011</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2011/01/pinatikai-2011.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 02:31:10 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-7294150130392926339</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TTAl3ZOCODI/AAAAAAAAAjE/paKoasRcuqs/s1600/Pinatikai%2B2011%2BSinulog%2BCebu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TTAl3ZOCODI/AAAAAAAAAjE/paKoasRcuqs/s400/Pinatikai%2B2011%2BSinulog%2BCebu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561987173395347506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-7294150130392926339?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-14T18:31:10.373+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TTAl3ZOCODI/AAAAAAAAAjE/paKoasRcuqs/s72-c/Pinatikai%2B2011%2BSinulog%2BCebu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>STK (Sugba-Tula-Kilaw)</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/12/stk-sugba-tula-kilaw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 13:47:48 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-2021570377216425694</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been wanting to dine at "STK ta Bay" near Capitol from the day I have heard that they serve delectable sea foods like my all time favorite baked scallops. since then, i have been inviting friends and even pedor to join me in searching for that place (i actually don't know where it is located and i don't have a sense of direction so i don't wanna go own searching for that place on my own: alone).  lucky for me, i didn't have to go on searching as my new team decided to dine at STK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRzvjq_WqXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_yTMdXTpV5o/s1600/stk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRzvjq_WqXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_yTMdXTpV5o/s320/stk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556579436382824818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the dishes served were all scrumptious&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;that I forgot my own name (me exaggerating) but seriously I was satisfied with the food.   knowing that we didn't pay much for it but nevertheless it tasted so good. and the place is not your usual place too. they have lots of antiques  and memorabilias on display.  they even have signatures of famous people who visited and dined at the restaurant. Oh! I forgot to leave mine though...tsk tsk. and I love their restroom too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRzz5_taqXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/m1bg1tCNNs4/s1600/stk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRzz5_taqXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/m1bg1tCNNs4/s320/stk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584217948367218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STK's fish fillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oops! i was so excited with STK's sea food dishes that i forgot that they serve other dishes too... my bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz0nW7VqhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Es9VsllExQQ/s1600/stk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz0nW7VqhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Es9VsllExQQ/s320/stk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584997274888722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STK's deliciousness Crispy Pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a "grilled-tuna" fan as well. and STK's tuna brought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;back childhood memories. &lt;/span&gt;I am a tuna eater since I was a kiddo. (sinugbang buntot and panga ng tuna are simply the best in davao - because i am not a durian eater hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz1zq1wSlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0SrXAldt1vQ/s1600/stk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz1zq1wSlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0SrXAldt1vQ/s320/stk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556586308290234962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STK's grilled buntot ng Tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz4srINInI/AAAAAAAAAh0/etSybShDLsY/s1600/stk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz4srINInI/AAAAAAAAAh0/etSybShDLsY/s320/stk6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589486643421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STK's grilled panga ng Tuna (after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the ruckus lolz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz5rtH34YI/AAAAAAAAAiE/n9Tz4JMubtg/s1600/stk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz5rtH34YI/AAAAAAAAAiE/n9Tz4JMubtg/s320/stk5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556590569510658434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my all time favorite - STK's baked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; scallops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz6RaUjkNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3hzUMIczISw/s1600/stk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRz6RaUjkNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3hzUMIczISw/s320/stk7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556591217298608338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STK before the ruckus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We ordered their sizzling gambas and the "chicharon-like-but-not-so-chicharon" dish as well.  The sizzling gambas is okay but the "chicharon-like-but-not-so-chicharon" dish is superb. forgive me for i don't know what it's called and too bad I wasn't able to take a picture of it. but i have mentally added it to my list of favorites :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;visit &lt;em&gt;STK&lt;/em&gt; ta Bay! at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bing.com/maps/default.aspx?v=2&amp;amp;pc=FACEBK&amp;amp;mid=8100&amp;amp;where1=%236+Orchid+Street+Capitol+Site+%2C+Cebu%2C+Philippines%2C+6000&amp;amp;FORM=FBKPL0&amp;amp;name=STK+ta+Bai%21" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;#6 Orchid Street Capitol Site &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;Cebu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="country-name"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;6000&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/8550303309214396155-2021570377216425694?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-31T05:47:48.830+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TRzvjq_WqXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_yTMdXTpV5o/s72-c/stk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>yet another birthday celeb</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/11/yet-another-birthday-celeb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 04:42:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-1558799488481466158</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as usual this is a very late post... i just wanna write a post about how i celebrated my 23rd errmm 24th birthday this year. funny as it may seem but honestly i still feel like im 16 hehe. going back, may 18th: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02168284352583773315"&gt;pedor&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; i just had a simple dinner at Shakeys (The Walk, IT Park). Why? Because we had work on that day. But nevertheless, i enjoyed it. I love Shakeys. I'm just so addicted to their pastas and mojos.  and I love them more because they treated me with a sundae with all the works (chocolate syrup &amp;amp; cherry). however, i secretly informed the waitress who assisted us that im allergic to birthday songs. im afraid the whole crew might sing a song and we might draw other people's attention. pedor and i are suckers for anonymity or whatever you call it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNEyx_uO2lI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qjhx3U3UYqk/s1600/shakeys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNEyx_uO2lI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qjhx3U3UYqk/s320/shakeys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535261251515374162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakey's Sundae with chocolate syrup and a cherry on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;who would have thought that this year I would have a post birthday celebration (blame it on our working schedule).  we celebrated it at Gimik KTV bar at Paseo, Mabolo. few friends came and we enjoyed a night of beers, sisig and a surprise likeness to Gimik's pancit canton and pancit guisado. what's a birthday without the usual "happy birthday pansit". Gimik's pancit surprised us because it cost less but it tasted so good. One can order a plate of pancit canton or pansit guisado for around 70 to 80 pesos only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE15e6oA2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Xsj9I2A8xGw/s1600/gmik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE15e6oA2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Xsj9I2A8xGw/s320/gmik.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535264678682821474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gimik's Pancit Canton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE2qq2324I/AAAAAAAAAfw/RJDgPp594Xk/s1600/gmik1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE2qq2324I/AAAAAAAAAfw/RJDgPp594Xk/s320/gmik1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535265523701898114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same dish (wasn't able to take a picture of their pancit guisado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE3DV0y0YI/AAAAAAAAAf4/47fPcajoYE0/s1600/birtday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE3DV0y0YI/AAAAAAAAAf4/47fPcajoYE0/s320/birtday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535265947552764290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friends who came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE3VblDtdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ClTHPKj8crc/s1600/twistedmind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE3VblDtdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ClTHPKj8crc/s320/twistedmind.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535266258335020498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;twisted mind - the team that was (miss this team)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the next day, after the party pedor &amp;amp; i headed to Matias in AS Fortuna for their talked about balbacua. Balbacua is a beef stew, as far as i know it is composed of beef skin, tenderloin and other internal organs which i am not familiar of. i have this male palate in me that's why im drawn to these kind of dishes just like soup number 5 or lansiao as what they usually call it. going back, this balbacua in Matias is on the top of my "male favourite dishes" list (yeah i have that list lol). i don't know what are the ingredients on their balbacua but i'm guessing that there's curry on it and i haven't tasted it in other balbacua sellers (i don't even know what to call them hehe). to sum it up, this sticky soup made a great ending to this year's birthday celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE8dRLpHrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p5hUXWZ8T3M/s1600/balbacua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNE8dRLpHrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p5hUXWZ8T3M/s320/balbacua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535271890541158066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Balbacua - Matias, AS Fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-1558799488481466158?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-31T20:42:37.656+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TNEyx_uO2lI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qjhx3U3UYqk/s72-c/shakeys.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>wicked trip</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/10/wicked-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 20:59:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-6942854350880519601</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer of '10, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02168284352583773315"&gt;pedor&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; i went to siquijor for our summer getaway and to celebrate my birthday. that was my second time to visit siquijor. the first time i had been there was when i was still in college. it was pedor's first though.  we had spent 2 nights and 3 days in there and the experience was wickedly outrageous (translated as: awesome).&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDOWm5GYkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wumxHD58MQI/s1600/siquijor1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDOWm5GYkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wumxHD58MQI/s320/siquijor1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530647230203454018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDOWm5GYkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wumxHD58MQI/s1600/siquijor1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(siquijor, siquijor - view at the pier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;We stayed at hotel Agripino. it is actually a government owned and managed hotel. we had a clean room with hot and cold shower for only P800 per night. and if you are on a budget you can just rent a tent for like P200 and you can set it up near the beach. the place is great for backpackers. They have their own restaurant as well and they serve food and drinks until 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDdP_x7GmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dMrYCwWScAA/s1600/siquijor2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDdP_x7GmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dMrYCwWScAA/s320/siquijor2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530663609299573346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hotel Agripino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDeIWu-MGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GgVjFpTIqPc/s1600/siquijor3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDeIWu-MGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GgVjFpTIqPc/s320/siquijor3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530664577533882466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (the road going to the hotel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second day we tour the island and it only cost us around P750 which was not bad at all. manong driver was our  tour  guide but i forgot his name. first stop: cambugahay falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDm_tMzqVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ddxq1TX6TDg/s1600/cambugahay1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDm_tMzqVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ddxq1TX6TDg/s320/cambugahay1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530674324550429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(cambugahay falls with pedor...manong driver took this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDoOtRaPFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GDHiuwb8uoU/s1600/cambugahay2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDoOtRaPFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GDHiuwb8uoU/s320/cambugahay2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530675681779399762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't go chasing waterfalls...lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Maria to visit its famous Capilay Spring Park. we also stopped at Castaways  beach cafe (still in Maria) 'coz i needed to pee and pedor had a bottle of coke.  just in front of castaways is a beach with crystal clear water so i took some pictures too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDtBDREkLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-HKzTpl4KBI/s1600/maria1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDtBDREkLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-HKzTpl4KBI/s320/maria1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530680944723529906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(capilay spring park, maria siquijor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDtYI91iiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Tg-977LGank/s1600/maria2.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDtYI91iiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Tg-977LGank/s320/maria2.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530681341390457378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(castaways beach cafe, just across capilay spring park...if i'm not mistaken h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDt2pEkh8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/rEg0CnFJjqg/s1600/maria3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDt2pEkh8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/rEg0CnFJjqg/s320/maria3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530681865404712898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(public beach in front of castaways beach cafe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then we went to coco grove beach resort and then headed to coral cay resort where i took a dip and pedor took pictures. and lastly we visited siquijor's famous 400 year 0ld balete tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD2LRjvSKI/AAAAAAAAAck/_uwVA6j8vRw/s1600/coco+grove1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD2LRjvSKI/AAAAAAAAAck/_uwVA6j8vRw/s320/coco+grove1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530691015963265186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(inside coco grove beach resort)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD2coxZrFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1DAEo299uxA/s1600/coco+grove2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD2coxZrFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1DAEo299uxA/s320/coco+grove2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530691314252360786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(still inside coco grove, i took this picture and i soooo love it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD3W7zBW2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-tJqd9rCHrU/s1600/coco+grove3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD3W7zBW2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-tJqd9rCHrU/s320/coco+grove3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530692315791842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pedor's version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD2vRn7_II/AAAAAAAAAc0/M7abL0Zq3wQ/s1600/coco+grove4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMD2vRn7_II/AAAAAAAAAc0/M7abL0Zq3wQ/s320/coco+grove4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530691634456165506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i was aiming for the parrot on this picture but the parrot was camera shy and pedor isn't so i took a pic of him instead lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEIezqM4hI/AAAAAAAAAds/teb5jH5TE7U/s1600/coral+cay1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEIezqM4hI/AAAAAAAAAds/teb5jH5TE7U/s320/coral+cay1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530711142743990802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pedor's blurry shot at coral cay beach resort, san juan siquijor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEJRrP2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/CUBW3YR5yqQ/s1600/coral+cay2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEJRrP2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/CUBW3YR5yqQ/s320/coral+cay2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530712016659301314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(clear blue sky at coral cay; pedor's shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEJpgC7hsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rFk6slxrvnY/s1600/coral+cay3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEJpgC7hsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rFk6slxrvnY/s320/coral+cay3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530712425969190594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( i took this pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEKJuNEhVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BsuEMsI9Zh8/s1600/coral+cay4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEKJuNEhVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BsuEMsI9Zh8/s320/coral+cay4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530712979525633362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEKXukayOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lj8xOVR-Ae8/s1600/balete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMEKXukayOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lj8xOVR-Ae8/s320/balete.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530713220141730018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lazi's 400 year old balete tree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8550303309214396155-6942854350880519601?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-22T11:59:30.127+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TMDOWm5GYkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wumxHD58MQI/s72-c/siquijor1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>after party (read as: "after-being-hospitalized" party)</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-party-read-as-after-being.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 22:51:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-3478423197351653537</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is going to be a very late post already (blame it on the &lt;span class="hw"&gt;procr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;astinator&lt;/span&gt; in me hehe). i wasn't able to enjoy this year's Sinulog because i was diagnosed with amoebiasis. I don't know where i've got that bacteria but one thing's for sure i got pissed because it stopped me from enjoying the city's party. i stayed in the hospital for like a week and the telly's remote control was my only bestfriend. (i am just exaggerating, my bestfriend visited me though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe0quouRRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pv0P5LuTu8Q/s1600/southgen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe0quouRRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pv0P5LuTu8Q/s320/southgen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528085713786914066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, while i was lying there on that bed, i promised myself an after party. i was thinking , i need to celebrate life as i am still alive (but at the back of my mind i know i was just looking for some excuse: and in this case it was soooo damn lame hahaha). sinulog night came and friends bombarded me with text messages on how they've enjoyed the night. i envied them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and so... after a week of medication, 13 bags of IV fluids, non-stop blood pressure tests and monitored temperature &amp;amp; stool... time for revenge (should i type in: wicked laugh? i did anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to pipeline for some chillaxin' night. I had my first taste of GPS &amp;amp; we enjoyed the food and the night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my tagay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe2iaiQoRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b0ZeB8uKOQQ/s1600/pipeline1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe2iaiQoRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b0ZeB8uKOQQ/s320/pipeline1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528087769975398674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ice cold beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe2z2sgP6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/S5bBauIGjso/s1600/pipeline2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe2z2sgP6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/S5bBauIGjso/s320/pipeline2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528088069592334242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pipeline's gambas (quite salty though but still great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe2_N4vmvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_cLvzicKze8/s1600/pipeline3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe2_N4vmvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_cLvzicKze8/s320/pipeline3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528088264796248818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pipe's chiken buffalo wings (this one's amazing 2 thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe3P49H8oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/z8cqG-CDb1M/s1600/pipeline4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe3P49H8oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/z8cqG-CDb1M/s320/pipeline4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528088551235252866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pipe's onion rings (one of my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe3jdqvmQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Dp9bcXJm2Uk/s1600/pipeline5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe3jdqvmQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Dp9bcXJm2Uk/s320/pipeline5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528088887507785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe3zHHwlHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/SRH6we3n0E0/s1600/pipeline6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe3zHHwlHI/AAAAAAAAAZc/SRH6we3n0E0/s320/pipeline6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528089156333376626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pipeline Cebu located @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;479-E Archbishop Reyes Ave. Cebu 6000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-3478423197351653537?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-18T13:51:43.430+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/TLe0quouRRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pv0P5LuTu8Q/s72-c/southgen.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>random happenings</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-happenings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 07:51:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-971759197843938578</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's been almost 5 months since the last time that i posted something on this blog. a lot of things had happened. i left my previous company, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02168284352583773315"&gt;pedor&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; i went to siquijor for my birthday celebration/our summer getaway, i transferred to another company, i am no longer taking calls, i have watched a movie alone, i have learned to love korean food, i've met new people, i've already talked to people whom i haven't talked to before, i've been to STK, discovered new food from different restaurants, learned that i will never get to love kimchi, my friend ladin already gave birth to a baby boy, experienced going on SL &amp;amp; VL with my new company, finally got to spend time with au2x, learned a lot of new things from an ISP's point of view, just had a new LCD monitor (yey), went back to dumaguete for team's teambuilding, visited apo island and soooooo much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-971759197843938578?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-08T22:51:14.714+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>breaking my hiatus</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/10/breaking-my-hiatus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 21:50:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-2046881543303126423</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://magickalgraphics.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h268/mysticalmoon_2006/Friendship%20and%20Greetings/Welcome/WelcomeBack/welcomeback49.gif" alt="Welcome Back Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK! what more can i say? well, i've got a lot of new stories to tell. new job, new people, new experiences... and trust me, this life ain't boring me yet! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-2046881543303126423?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-08T12:50:43.998+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>be sure to know the difference</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-sure-to-know-difference.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 14:57:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-9142363191027134318</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S-cvp-b_uiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7K_0opLGJzU/s1600/dsc02319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S-cvp-b_uiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7K_0opLGJzU/s320/dsc02319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469392670646319650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is love? Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest? - it isn't love, it's like. You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? - it isn't love, it's lust. Are you proud, and eager to show them off? - it isn't love, it's pride. Do you want them because you know they're there? - it isn't love, it's loneliness. Are you there because it's what everyone wants? - it isn't love, it's loyalty. Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand? - it isn't love, it's low confidence. Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them? - it isn't love, it's pity. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat? - it isn't love, it's infatuation. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? - it isn't love, it's friendship. Do you tell them every day that they are the only one you think of? - it isn't love, it's a lie. Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake? - it isn't love, it's charity. Does your heart ache and break when they're sad? - then it's love. Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong? - then it's love. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? - then it's love. Do you stay because a blinding incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there? - then it's love. Do you accept their faults because they're part of who they are? then it's love. Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret? - then it's love. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death? Think about it for a second. -anonymous-&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/8550303309214396155-9142363191027134318?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-10T05:57:14.600+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S-cvp-b_uiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7K_0opLGJzU/s72-c/dsc02319.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>inlababo</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/04/inlabbo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 02:53:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-6890855031126403847</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S8rVsBxAvzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uuJ5ytpx-CY/s1600/inlababo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S8rVsBxAvzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uuJ5ytpx-CY/s320/inlababo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461412450505113394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'i love you' means that i accept you for the person that you are and that i do not wish to change you into someone else. it means that i do not expect perfection from you - just as you do not expect it from me. it  means that i will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do the things i want to do. it means loving you when you're down - not just when you're fun to be with. 'i love you' means that i know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them - asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. it means that i care enough to fight for what we have and that i love enough not to let go. it means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-anonymous-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-6890855031126403847?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-18T17:53:33.780+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S8rVsBxAvzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uuJ5ytpx-CY/s72-c/inlababo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>How To Greet Death</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-greet-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 08:02:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-4597829738103178096</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S5kP8gSWlFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9V6fSFh0STM/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S5kP8gSWlFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9V6fSFh0STM/s320/death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447402756414805074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet death&lt;br /&gt;With your hands in your pockets,&lt;br /&gt;Slouched back, cool,&lt;br /&gt;Collected, and confident.&lt;br /&gt;Wear a hint of a grin&lt;br /&gt;And a dash of cologne.&lt;br /&gt;Say What took you so long?&lt;br /&gt;Say You're behind the times, man.&lt;br /&gt;Say Dead is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;Coffin is the new condo.&lt;br /&gt;Pallor is the new tan.&lt;br /&gt;La vida muerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet death&lt;br /&gt;With a fistful of black-eyed susans,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in your stomach,&lt;br /&gt;And two tickets to tomorrow's sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Wear your father's cufflinks&lt;br /&gt;And your mother's wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;Say I brought these for you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Say Kiss me, kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Say But wait until the sun comes up.&lt;br /&gt;Just until daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you something.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta le muerte, te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet death&lt;br /&gt;With a knife at your own neck,&lt;br /&gt;Chin up, throat bared,&lt;br /&gt;Cardiac in overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;Wear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Wear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Say Bring it on motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;Say Only on my terms.&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing&lt;br /&gt;And open your throat.&lt;br /&gt;And bleed to completion.&lt;br /&gt;El final, el final, el final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Gabriel Gadfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-4597829738103178096?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T00:02:56.297+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S5kP8gSWlFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/9V6fSFh0STM/s72-c/death.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>food trippin'</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-trippin_18.html</link><category>food trips</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 04:29:35 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-5343017315673620416</guid><description>food tripping! nom nom nom... my sister paw cooked something for dinner because she and her hubby is having dinner with us tonight. she prepared her own version of chicken halang-halang (&lt;a href="http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooopps-i-did-it-again-i-probably-must.html"&gt;mine's&lt;/a&gt; more yummy though...hehe) and chicken liver and gizzard adobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paw's version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken halang-halang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30teCHCVaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/E7-GPMnvKdc/s1600-h/halang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30teCHCVaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/E7-GPMnvKdc/s320/halang2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439553918919136674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paw's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken liver and gizzard adobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30uMnk-7WI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RsBD2fKac_E/s1600-h/chickenliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30uMnk-7WI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RsBD2fKac_E/s320/chickenliver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439554719250836834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late this afternoon i went to the grocery store (robinsons, talisay) as i'm already running out of hair conditioner. i passed by these lovely looking cheese sticks so i grabbed a pack. after dinner i asked paw to fry it. too bad i forgot to buy a dip. i forgot the brand name but this one's really great as the wrapper is not that salty. you'll really get to enjoy the saltiness of the cheese instead of just the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30v5c8Qt-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-d6-1TEfY6E/s1600-h/cheesesticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30v5c8Qt-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-d6-1TEfY6E/s320/cheesesticks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439556589001422818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my all time favorite cinnamon roll (buns). i bought one from Anitas for less than a hundred and this is already good for 5-6 person. this one is soft and sweet, and i am sooo lovin' the dried fruits on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30wiwn_64I/AAAAAAAAAWw/krL_rr1zhqs/s1600-h/cinnamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30wiwn_64I/AAAAAAAAAWw/krL_rr1zhqs/s320/cinnamon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439557298659781506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-5343017315673620416?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-18T20:29:35.462+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S30teCHCVaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/E7-GPMnvKdc/s72-c/halang2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>L-0-v-3</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-0-v-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:54:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-5899942460182617827</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S21KCiQK7PI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j9CPIbGNGVY/s1600-h/l0v3.jpg"&gt;                                       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S21KCiQK7PI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j9CPIbGNGVY/s400/l0v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435081732720880882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="qcontainer"&gt;                         &lt;span class="quote"&gt;“Some people never say the words ‘I love you’. It’s not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words: ‘I love you’ But, like a child, they’re longing to be told.”&lt;/span&gt;                                                                               &lt;span class="source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paul Simon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-5899942460182617827?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-06T18:54:54.086+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S21KCiQK7PI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j9CPIbGNGVY/s72-c/l0v3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>XOXO</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/02/xoxo.html</link><category>lurve</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 04:35:57 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-5727201228660009697</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will hear it over the radio, it's constantly being flash on telly, most talk shows are gabbing about it. And yes it will be Saint Valentines day once again. I'm overly excited as I will be celebrating it this year with a special someone. Though I'm not planning on having an expensive date or expecting a gigantic bouquet, a hug and a kiss for v-day would  be more than enough.  knowing the benefits this simple act of romance could bring, i could celebrate vday everyday. lucky for me, i can have these simple pleasures 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S2p6e8UU-aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xpFdhSiBJqQ/s1600-h/hug+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S2p6e8UU-aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xpFdhSiBJqQ/s200/hug+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434290572381976994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Power Benefits From Hugs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Reduces harmful physical effects of stress;&lt;br /&gt;2. Calms deep pressure, tantrums, and mellows moodiness;&lt;br /&gt;3. Helps the body’s immune system, cures depression, and induces sleep;&lt;br /&gt;4. It’s invigorating and rejuvenating;&lt;br /&gt;5. Increases heart rate and stabilizes blood pressure;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gives a positive emotional state; &lt;br /&gt;7. Brings out a surge of serotonine and dopamine, which are known as “feel good” brain chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;8. Relieves pain, makes you healthier and happier;&lt;br /&gt;9. It helps overcome fear; and&lt;br /&gt;10. It’s a miracle drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S2p8ku2j-xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3bjrXgvTq4k/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S2p8ku2j-xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3bjrXgvTq4k/s200/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434292870869941010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nefits of Kissing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissing is good for the heart, as it creates an adrenaline which causes your heart to pump more blood around your body.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissing is a known stress-reliever. Passionate kissing relieves tension, reduces negative energy and produces a sense of well being, lowering your cortisol ‘stress’ hormone.&lt;br /&gt;3. The endorphins produced by kissing are 200 times more powerful than morphine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kissing uses 30 facial muscles and it helps keep the facial muscles tight, preventing baggy cheeks! The tension in the muscles caused by a passionate kiss helps smooth the skin and increases the circulation.&lt;br /&gt;5. During a kiss, natural antibiotics are secreted in the saliva. Also, the saliva contains a type of anesthetic that helps relieve pain.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kissing reduces anxiety and stops the ‘noise’ in your mind. It increases the levels of oxytocin, an extremely calming hormone that produces a feeling of peace.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissing is great for self-esteem. It makes you feel appreciated and helps your state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;8. Those who kiss quite frequently are less likely to suffer from stomach, bladder and blood infections.&lt;br /&gt;9. Those who kiss their partner goodbye each morning live five years longer than those who don’t.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kissing burns calories, 2-3 calories a minute and can double your metabolic rate. Research claims that three passionate kisses a day (at least lasting 20 seconds each) will cause you to loose an entire extra pound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;info from &lt;a href="http://factoidz.com/powerful-healing-hugs-and-healthy-kisses/"&gt;factoidz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-5727201228660009697?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-18T20:35:57.153+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S2p6e8UU-aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xpFdhSiBJqQ/s72-c/hug+-+Copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>pinatikai: tattoo expo 2010</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/01/pinatikai-tattoo-expo-2010.html</link><category>patik</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 06:30:48 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-6600739470746807751</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S0SPz8ExBSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HsNsHLV-bBU/s1600-h/22080_103749876318594_100000507474649_97416_8013728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S0SPz8ExBSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HsNsHLV-bBU/s400/22080_103749876318594_100000507474649_97416_8013728_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423617973723137314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550303309214396155-6600739470746807751?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-13T22:30:48.500+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S0SPz8ExBSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HsNsHLV-bBU/s72-c/22080_103749876318594_100000507474649_97416_8013728_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><title>but the world lies</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-world-lies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 06:35:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-7501259047403830934</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:. &lt;a href="http://turned2static.blogspot.com/"&gt;pedor&lt;/a&gt; stumbled upon this pic and i lurve it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S0SQg-SCx4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/f_JBfb0V2_E/s1600-h/2009-04-24-Of-Being-Nothing-and-Everything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S0SQg-SCx4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/f_JBfb0V2_E/s400/2009-04-24-Of-Being-Nothing-and-Everything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423618747409811330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ldimaano/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-7501259047403830934?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-09T22:35:54.341+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/S0SQg-SCx4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/f_JBfb0V2_E/s72-c/2009-04-24-Of-Being-Nothing-and-Everything.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>untitled</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 23:52:49 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-3352280306615364576</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A message to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't going to be his first, his last, or his only. He's loved before, he will love again, but if he loves you now what else matters? He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, don't expect more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-3352280306615364576?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T15:52:49.359+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>how i became 'ME'</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:36:10 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-2195671913107022298</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;way back when i was still in college i worked as a library assistant in a known university here in cebu. i was assigned at the graduate school lib where most of the people are grown ups and they were already in the so called serious phase of life. it was boring me to death so when i'm not reading criminal books, i used to chat with my co-workers and would tell them stories about how i became ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my co-worker whom i considered to be my dearest friend, her name is ladin(i used to call her my motherfucker.  simply because she's older than me and though she's not a fucker i just love to call her 'ma'. we just can't stop laughing regarding this issue). we've been together for lots of years already and since she already heard all of my stories she decided to make it short so people will not get bored hearing/reading it. so here it is, my story as told by my mother-fucker. (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW02jnE22I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZxI524VAmPU/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW02jnE22I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZxI524VAmPU/s200/princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400579701627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW1EauMWpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZTMWwGyPLPI/s1600-h/baby_red_dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW1EauMWpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZTMWwGyPLPI/s200/baby_red_dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400817833728658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW1WUHo_aI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pRHYZn5SYlk/s1600-h/Angel_of_Fallen_Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW1WUHo_aI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pRHYZn5SYlk/s200/Angel_of_Fallen_Star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374401125299060130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW1lrjCU1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/OeYdWO7gpUk/s1600-h/mae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW1lrjCU1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/OeYdWO7gpUk/s200/mae.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374401389286019922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, there live a beautiful &amp;amp; sexy princess name Mayang, who turned into a cute &amp;amp; ferocious yet sweet baby red dragon. She spent most of her time playin', until 1 day she accidentally burned herself while practicin' her fire-breathin' skill. She died and became an angel. For many centuries she live happily in heaven. But the story doesn't end there. She fell down from heaven hanged by a tree, she broke her wings. From being an angel she transformed into an immortal. An unknown species havin' an everlasting life. Who rocked the world with no reason yet touched the heart of every human being around her....hmmmm....the end?**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-2195671913107022298?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-27T06:36:10.124+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SpW02jnE22I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZxI524VAmPU/s72-c/princess.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><title>things i wish guys knew</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-wish-guys-knew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 19:48:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-7989617674333266626</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I love corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't say you understand when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;3. when i say i understand, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;4. sweet talk will always get you off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;5. It's good to be sensitive, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you did something wrong or even if you didn't, apologize.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be spontaneous, dinner and a movie won't always cut it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hugs and kisses must be given at all times.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't compare our breasts with Pamela Anderson's, hers are fake.&lt;br /&gt;10. If you won’t dress like Calvin Klien models, don’t expect us to dress in Victoria’s Secret.&lt;br /&gt;11. Talking about girl-on-girl fantasies is not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love it when you hug me from behind and whisper into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;13. Most of the time when I fantasize, it's about you.&lt;br /&gt;14. I get turned on by simply seeing that I have an e-mail from you.&lt;br /&gt;15. I expect you to call/pm me.&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm in heaven when you hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;17. Celebrating our anniversary, even if it's only been a few months, earns major bonus points.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love surprises. Being thoughtful makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have no sense of direction. Expect to get lost with me.&lt;br /&gt;20. I love compliments.&lt;br /&gt;21. when i ask you if i was fat, tell me you love me the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;22. if i say you look sexy, you really do.&lt;br /&gt;23. 'dont talk just kiss' - if i'm sad, i dont want rational arguments. just make me forget what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;24. dont make me ask you if you loved me. say it spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;25. There is no such thing as too much spooning.&lt;br /&gt;26. Foreplay is not an option . . . its a prerequisite.&lt;br /&gt;27. Laugh at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;28. I have an excuse to act bitchy at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;29. Open the door for me no matter where we are .&lt;br /&gt;30. I liked to be kissed softly, not with an iron tongue.&lt;br /&gt;31.Pay attention to the little things I do, because they mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't say you love me if you don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;33. i like to know what you are thinking, because i care about you and are interested in you. Admittedly, sometimes i forget that you aren't thinking about anything. Particularly if you look like you are thinking. (Note to self: the absent look on his face means he's not thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;34. There is nothing unmanly about having emotions and sharing them. It is actually healthy and helps build a relationship. Don't be afraid to tell me how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;35. Relationships develop between two people who get to know each other by talking and doing things together. Sharing thoughts and experiences. Not just by being physically on the same planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-7989617674333266626?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-27T10:48:14.255+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>an updated  version...</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/updated-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 05:23:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-7088109348930965860</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I can be so awkward at times. I can be insecure. You can call me naive, you can say I'm a child. You can say I'm so immature for me to say that I love you now. But you'll see I will prove somehow, I can be so much more.  And there would be no reasons then to tell me that I'm just a friend. I'll be a much better person, you'll see.  Maybe I should grow a much nicer nose, a much prettier set of eyes. Maybe I should wear more colorful clothes. If it'd help you to realize. I've never been this in love before. Never wanted to change at all. Now I'm willing to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz someday there's gonna be an updated version of me.&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/8550303309214396155-7088109348930965860?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-26T20:23:57.484+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>maes chicken halang-halang</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooopps-i-did-it-again-i-probably-must.html</link><category>food trips</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 05:37:26 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-1120850644494866960</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ooopps i did it again! i probably must be in the mood for some serious cooking this month. last sunday i've cooked bagoong fried rice for lunch and for today i've prepared chicken halang-halang. it's father's day and family day... so this recipe is great for this occasion.  again, everything was just plain estimation. hmmm, i'm getting good at estimation these days. ingredients: chicken cut into bite size, chicken liver and gizzard, soy sauce, onions, finger chillies (siling mahaba in tagalog), red bell pepper, pepper, oil and some spring onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3KJC_654I/AAAAAAAAATM/NP1f2t8Bugw/s1600-h/ch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3KJC_654I/AAAAAAAAATM/NP1f2t8Bugw/s200/ch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654189158623106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3K63bfpKI/AAAAAAAAATc/1L8qll-4yhI/s1600-h/ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3K63bfpKI/AAAAAAAAATc/1L8qll-4yhI/s200/ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349655045046510754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3LwEgtp5I/AAAAAAAAATs/EoCH6a3xXAg/s1600-h/ch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3LwEgtp5I/AAAAAAAAATs/EoCH6a3xXAg/s200/ch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349655959091128210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3Lcvj-itI/AAAAAAAAATk/3izZF7w7c3Q/s1600-h/ch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3Lcvj-itI/AAAAAAAAATk/3izZF7w7c3Q/s200/ch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349655627050158802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-1120850644494866960?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T21:37:26.255+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/Sj3KJC_654I/AAAAAAAAATM/NP1f2t8Bugw/s72-c/ch1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><title>prawns with butter</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/prawns-with-butter.html</link><category>food trips</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 05:06:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-4617384262609821828</guid><description>the picture below is one of the reasons why i can't leave home and be on my own. i'm not saying that i can't be independent it is just that my mama always knows what to cook for me. i've had prawns in butter for dinner. one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjzdFSL2P5I/AAAAAAAAASU/l1dcddhAOvY/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjzdFSL2P5I/AAAAAAAAASU/l1dcddhAOvY/s200/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349393540259921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-4617384262609821828?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T21:06:47.685+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjzdFSL2P5I/AAAAAAAAASU/l1dcddhAOvY/s72-c/Image030.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>maes bagoong fried rice</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/maes-bagoong-fried-rice.html</link><category>food trips</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 05:11:19 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-2717198277089869558</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;woke up today feeling like a chef so i've decided to make something for breakfast and as well as for lunch. this feeling-like-a-chef kind of thing must be due to the fact that i missed eating dinner last night and i'm starving like hell. i've only had 2 and a half slices of pizza before i got to sleep yesterday afternoon. so, for breakfast i made some tuna sandwiches and some hot choco. i wasn't able to take some photos as i'm already dying of starvation (this is me...exagarating again! lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for lunch i've cooked bagoong fried rice like a pro (or that's what i thought..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTRrr1WjHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sxvkQ4Tdw_A/s1600-h/bfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTRrr1WjHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sxvkQ4Tdw_A/s200/bfr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347129206026701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTSCVdryeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7fL34gu3d_Q/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTSCVdryeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7fL34gu3d_Q/s200/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347129595158841826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know it's pink! blame it on the pinkish shrimp paste. i wasn't able to buy a bottled shrimp paste at the groceries yesterday as i didn't plan this and so i bought this shrimp paste from a store nearby. what did i put on it? i mean the ingredients. everything was just plain estimation though.  so i prepared the following: oil, pork cut into little pieces, shrimp paste, garlic, onions, scrambled eggs (cut into strips), green mango (cut into strips), cooked rice and some calamansi. and viola my own version of bagoong fried rice. i've had these for lunch today and i paired it with some fried fish and an ice cold coke. burp! (excuse me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTSPgAXMTI/AAAAAAAAASE/oRR-oSU3gP0/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTSPgAXMTI/AAAAAAAAASE/oRR-oSU3gP0/s200/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347129821326946610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8550303309214396155-2717198277089869558?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T21:11:19.769+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjTRrr1WjHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sxvkQ4Tdw_A/s72-c/bfr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>old, dusty sneakers</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-dusty-sneakers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 20:34:29 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-2679514236261732688</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjB7IaOaDII/AAAAAAAAARs/0cSJHL2Uod0/s1600-h/sapatos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjB7IaOaDII/AAAAAAAAARs/0cSJHL2Uod0/s200/sapatos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345908142097697922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-2679514236261732688?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T11:34:29.331+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/SjB7IaOaDII/AAAAAAAAARs/0cSJHL2Uod0/s72-c/sapatos.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>my take on hayden kho - katrina halili scandal</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-take-on-hayden-kho-katrina-halili.html</link><category>scandal</category><category>bullshits</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 15:05:26 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-5333782505217310268</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmm my opinion on this very controversial issue does not matter and i don't give a shit anyway or may be i do (not sure...hahaha). everything's done and all they could do now is to regain back the dignity they once have. does crying on tv helps? don't know for i haven't tried it yet. but if i were to put myself on the victim's shoes, one of the things that i would do (maybe, as i'm not quite sure yet) is to hire someone who would kill that jerk (this is me thinking evil thoughts hahaha...this is me just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen it on tv but my mom said that hayden was interviewed and he asked for forgiveness as he didn't know that it's a crime and it's going to lead into this f*cking mess. i myself can forgive easily, most specially if the one at fault sincerely ask for forgiveness. hovewer, if my naked arse has already been viewed by millions then i guess that's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8550303309214396155-5333782505217310268?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-25T06:05:26.336+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>rock and rollin' @ 2V</title><link>http://maeyang.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-and-rollin-2v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mayang-)</author><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 08:48:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8550303309214396155.post-4853689627938818586</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/ShlsEX4tk8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AmZ9rYwJ0u8/s1600-h/genie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/ShlsEX4tk8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AmZ9rYwJ0u8/s200/genie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339417655611593666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;list of wishes for mah birthday, i know it's kinda late but it is still my month so i've created a list anyway (lol). this list has been running on my mind for weeks now and it is only today that i've got the chance to blog about it. intangible wishes: forgiveness. more strength. courage. be loved. other wishes: a small notebook and a multi-color pen (doodles). digicam. nintendo ds lite. shi tzu or a pomeranian puppy. a 5 inches chilean rose tarantula. an emperor scorpion.&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/8550303309214396155-4853689627938818586?l=maeyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T23:48:07.396+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ga4udYaCDCU/ShlsEX4tk8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/AmZ9rYwJ0u8/s72-c/genie.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

