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I made my list. I checked it &lt;strike&gt;twice&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;five times.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've never really been afraid of needles, maybe because I grew up getting RBC counts to check against anemia. And although the sight of blood sometimes disturbs me, I enjoy&amp;nbsp;watching a good phlebotomist in action... I think the whole process of blood extraction is somewhat fascinating (in a macabre kind of way, haha).&lt;/div&gt;
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But something about the idea of sticking needleSSSS into my skin for longer than 30 seconds gives me the creeps, that's why I've never tried acupuncture... until today.&lt;/div&gt;
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I attended the Open Space Community Acupuncture and was pleasantly surprised by the experience!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The venue---it's a lot homier in real life, I promise :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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{Via&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://openspaceacupuncture.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;
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I initially wanted to have something done about my back pain, but since it was my first time to try this 'healing technique', Katie, my licensed acupuncturist, recommended something that's more focused on relaxation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hardly felt anything as she stuck 9 extra-thin needles on me (about 3 on my head with one on *gasp* my forehead, 1 each on both my hands, 2 on my legs and 2 on my feet) while I sat on a lazy boy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nothing seemed to happen until about five minutes into the session, when I felt some kind of heat/electricity radiating from the needles. At first I thought I was imagining it, then suddenly, the 'hot ripples' got bigger and bigger, and I began feeling so much lighter, and then poof! Just like that, I was out like a light. (Read an interesting explanation about this&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chenqiang.net/After%20acupuncture%20reactions.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;even know when these were taken!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I woke up some 45 minutes later, refreshed and recharged! Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;
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I felt the most effect on my wrists, which have been aching quite regularly from typing. My hands felt a little less stiff than usual after the session. According to my acupuncturist, there may also be other less immediate, unintended benefits. Guess I'll have to wait for those! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Post therapy, I was just advised to take at least half an hour of downtime to allow my body to adjust. I was also told to hydrate myself to help my body flush out toxins.&lt;/div&gt;
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Will I do it again? Heck, yeah! I'm so ready to book my next sessions! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://openspaceacupuncture.com/"&gt;Open Space Community Acupuncture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tokens proclaiming peace, strength, and love were left in front of the steel barricades...&lt;/div&gt;
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While messages of hope from Bostonians and visitors alike were prominently written on pavements and walls of some of the buildings surrounding the blast sites.&lt;/div&gt;
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Copley Square officially reopened earlier today, but the place will never be the same again not only for the people who participated in the marathon, but for many of us who have special memories of the place.&lt;/div&gt;
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B strong, Boston, my current home away from home.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~4/pfcsEsC28Pg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rheaalba.com/feeds/2816624941450002116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786003507952386830&amp;postID=2816624941450002116&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/2816624941450002116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/2816624941450002116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~3/pfcsEsC28Pg/boston-strong.html" title="B[oston] Strong" /><author><name>Rhea Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556688283172593239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iX1cFDmGdA/UWgZCJCANFI/AAAAAAAAGD0/G9O_4957_b8/s220/boathouse%2Bheadshot.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gR1PbHQn5_Q/UXids4fQXEI/AAAAAAAAGGE/G4wC2Rgtphc/s72-c/copley+square.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rheaalba.com/2013/04/boston-strong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GR3w-eCp7ImA9WhBVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786003507952386830.post-3455684218631385546</id><published>2013-04-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-21T20:05:26.250-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-21T20:05:26.250-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><title>Happy Birthday, Maya :)</title><content type="html">Thank you, Maya for...&lt;br /&gt;
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...guiding me around Boston and the US&lt;br /&gt;
...inspiring me to read more books&lt;br /&gt;
...challenging me to think more critically or objectively about situations&lt;br /&gt;
..."wow"-ing me with SlideRocket, Prezi, and communicating skills&lt;br /&gt;
...teaching me to be creative&lt;br /&gt;
...celebrating life (...and Valentines... and Halloween) with me&lt;br /&gt;
...encouraging me to live a more sustainable lifestyle (from choosing what to eat, exercising everyday, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;
...educating me about the theater world&lt;br /&gt;
...infecting me with her love for babies and dogs/puppies&lt;br /&gt;
...helping me set priorities when I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;
...listening to both my happy and not-so-happy stories&lt;br /&gt;
...enlightening me about what it means to thoughtful, and generous, and loving&lt;br /&gt;
...supporting me throughout the year&lt;br /&gt;
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and most importantly, for...&lt;br /&gt;
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....allowing me to become her friend :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thank God for you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Maya]'ll your dreams come true! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(A)dvocacy Summit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I've always said that if there's one sector I'll always have a heart for, it would most likely be the children's sector. Participating in Save the Children's Advocacy Summit with the other GHC fellows gave me an opportunity to remember and experience this in the most exciting ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got to participate in a briefing at The White House...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-18563_162-4340955.html"&gt;Valerie Jarrett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Obama's right hand woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And did some lobbying at Capitol Hill on behalf of the community health workers who provide life-saving services to children around the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(B)asilica of the Immaculate Conception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalshrine.com/site/c.osJRKVPBJnH/b.4719297/k.BF65/Home.htm"&gt;Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the largest Roman Catholic church in the United States and North America, and is one of the ten largest churches in the world. &amp;nbsp;Some of this church's most famous visitors include Pope Benedict XVI, Pope John Paul II, and Mother Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's the&amp;nbsp;United States' preeminent Marian shrine, dedicated to the patroness of the country—the Blessed Virgin Mary under her title of the Immaculate Conception. Sometimes, people refer to it as "America’s Catholic Church."&lt;br /&gt;
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It's one of the most majestic Churches I've visited, and I enjoyed learning about the different representations of Our Lady in the small chapels around the building. (Not) surprisingly, a lot of my &lt;i&gt;kababayans&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;where there too, not only as a visitor or parishioner, but as a staff of the church too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(C)onference - TEDMED 2013!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gone are the days when I would salivate in front of my computer, hoping that I could watch at least one live session of these talks. Together with some 40 other individuals from &lt;strike&gt;Boston, Seattle and DC&lt;/strike&gt; all over the country, I got to volunteer with the TEDMED staff to register people and welcome delegates/speakers to this year's event.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aside from the actual talks, I also had a chance to try out some gadgets set to revolutionize medicine and health...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;How good is your concentration?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;picks up your brain waves. The goal is to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;mentally move the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was floored by the brilliance and passion of all attendees, and I hope I can still participate next year.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a bonus, I got to dance on the TED stage (I know, so random!) with &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Simmons"&gt;Richard Simmons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! If his face looks familiar, then you might have seen him on a couple of exercise videos like &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhZ2fYQj6IM"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(D) ay trip to Old Town Alexandria and Mt. Vernon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Old Town Alexandria is a historic town that dates to 1749. Its colonial port was most important during the colonial, revolutionary and Civil War periods in America. Now, it's best known as a place that caters to the interest of history buffs, but also for tourists who would like a quick, easy but historical getaway from DC.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountvernon.org/"&gt;Mt. Vernon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;served as George Washington's home for 40 years. It was nice to learn about the Commander-in-Chief and first President of the United States. Several years after, this prime area is now known to be the most popular historic estate in the country.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(E)x boss - Meet up in Maryland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After months of not seeing in each other, I met up with my former chief of party and her family in Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;
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The best part about this mini-reunion (aside from the lovely weather, mouthwatering &lt;i&gt;déjeuner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and cupcake) was that it made me realize that I found not only a boss and mentor in Inna, but also a friend. We also talked a lot about how we both miss the Philippines so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Three redheads in a pod :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I should've totally shown up with curls too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(F)riends and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(G)HC Co-Fellows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I met a couple of new friends and finally found more time to hang out with some of the DC-based fellows.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Met Fon in Chicago (2008), and I just found out she's friends with Lisa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;my new friend from TEDMED (2013)! :) Yay to happy connections!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I listened to my co-volunteer, stunned by the news. Just minutes before, we were just talking about how bummed I was that I had to choose between joining the marathon crowd or volunteering for TedMed, one of my dream conferences in DC. I chose the latter, but was still checking news about what was happening in arguably, one of the most well-known marathons in my current home city.&lt;br /&gt;
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She then showed me photos of the area, topsy-turvy and bloodied. As a frequent visitor of the area, I couldn't believe how quickly it became the site of confusion, anger, and much anguish.&lt;br /&gt;
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I immediately tried to call Maya to see if she's ok. I shuddered as her phone went to voicemail. I turned to my Facebook account to contact Kirby and Celine and was relieved to find out that they were safe. Seconds after, I receive a message from my co-fellow. She's ok, albeit a little freaked out as she was just in the area with an officemate before the explosions. I couldn't call her earlier because cellphone service was shut down to avoid possible remote bomb detonations.&lt;br /&gt;
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With each detail I read on my newsfeed, I got more and more sick to my stomach. My phone and social media accounts were exploding with messages from loved ones. &amp;nbsp;They knew me too well---if I were in Boston, I am 80-90% sure that I would be in the area sharing in the the festivities, admiring everyone's sportsmanship and discipline. I have talked to many people about wanting to be among the greeters of the marathon finishers, and like most of the runners and spectators present, I never imagined that such a thing would happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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To quote a friend, &lt;i&gt;"The Boston Marathon is a dream marathon of most runners. And some people are trying to make it a nightmare."&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Just got the advisory that my bus back to Boston has been suspended indefinitely. I was hoping to get home early to surprise my co-fellow on her birthday, but clearly, this is not happening. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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I am stuck in New York until I don't know when, following Boston's lock down as authorities search for the second suspect in the bombings, the first one was killed last night.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Boston public transportation system is closed, and so are the schools and establishments. Residents had been advised to stay in their homes and not to open doors unless for the police.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is nothing much I could do except get updates from the radio and the &lt;a href="http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2013/04/19/live-blog-police-action-in-boston/?iid=article_sidebar" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt;. I am barraged by a million questions about the event--the quality of media coverage, the many theories about the motivations and history of the suspects, the value judgment attached by people , and the reaction of the general public about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still couldn't wrap my head around such senseless killings, but I try to cope by reflecting on the amazing examples of human spirit and compassion despite the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope this matter is resolved soon. I pray for all the victims and those who have been entrusted with their care.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, I really wanted to see&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookofmormonbroadway.com/"&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;but tickets were sold&amp;nbsp;out (and it's coming to Boston anyway, hihi). After doing a bit of research and consulting my co-fellow Maya (an amazing theater&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;actor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and director&amp;nbsp;herself), we decided to buy tickets for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pippinthemusical.com/about.php" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pippin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I vaguely remember hearing how popular it was in the 1970's, but I never really paid attention because the name reminded me so much about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottie_Pippen" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(and I don't want to confuse a Broadway show with a&amp;nbsp;basketball game).&lt;br /&gt;
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The story is simply about a young man's quest to find meaning in his life. Sure, it may not be the most unique subject matter, but that doesn't make this musical any less special. I felt that the premise is very easy to relate to, despite the many fantastic, circus-like ways used to present it (on purpose, I think).&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, the material struck a chord in me too. &amp;nbsp;For the most part of the show, J and I were laughing because despite the many hilarious punchlines and sequences (some even called for audience participation!), the serious side of the subject was totally hard to miss. It was as if... there was no other way to deal with how close things were hitting home but through laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aren't we like Pippin in a way, at some point in our lives? &amp;nbsp;Who among us has never dealt with frustrations and dreamed of truly finding and living one's life purpose, regardless if that means being engulfed by the all too enticing flames?&lt;br /&gt;
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The score, needless to say, was amazing. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Schwartz_(composer)" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen Lawrence Schwartz&lt;/a&gt;, the same theater lyricist and composer who wrote my other Broadway love, Wicked, is such a genius! The whole show was also such a visual feast! It was so appropriately magical that people had no qualms about expressing their oooohhhs and ahhhhs throughout.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a little more background from Diane Paulus, ART's Artistic Director:&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving you with the lyrics of "No Time at All", sung by Berthe, Pippin's grandmother. It's one of the more famous songs and she is one of the most loved characters show (watch the show to understand why):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, it's time to start livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Time to take a little from this world we're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In just no time at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Wishing we'll all find our own &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/pippin/cornerofthesky.htm"&gt;Corner of the Sky&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After 10 days of being on the road with J visiting Niagara City, Washington DC, Philly, Boston and NYC, I am back to the real world. I don't know why, but with all 'cheesy and emo-ness' aside, time suddenly feels slow and empty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because this time, I feel like I'm the one who is left behind? Or maybe because I'm so close to the end of my fellowship program, and that the last stretch is always the hardest?&lt;br /&gt;
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Or maybe I'm just finding other reasons when in fact, being with J even for such a short time just made me realize how much I've missed him. Needless to say, sending him off to the airport was the most difficult part. It was ten times worse than when I was the one saying goodbye for Boston.&lt;br /&gt;
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But anyway, there are other positive and happy things to focus on. I'm so happy he was able to make the trip despite the demands of his job and our crazy schedules. I'm also grateful that he met my co-fellows and relatives, and that he had some time to take his mind off, even just for a while, from work.&lt;br /&gt;
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So even though we're both a little sad that we're not able to celebrate his birthday on EST together (he had to leave the night before! :$), I still want to give a big shout out to the universe for making our little East Coast adventure possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday to the boy who continues to bless my world just by being in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Love, peace, happiness and....work-life balance, haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly, he randomly looked at me and asked if I would be interested in jamming with him. J said I would, and since I was such a pushover (lol), I said yes, why not. &amp;nbsp;Surely, it was just about getting inspiration from my videoke days in the Philippines... except that this one's in a very, VERY public place, and I run the risk of getting booed and having tomatoes on my face, geesh. But then again, Bostonians are much more decent than that so I told myself, "What the heyyyy! It's gonna be ok" .&lt;br /&gt;
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It was funny because earlier that day, I was talking to J about wanting to tick this off my list someday and suddenly, there it was--the perfect opportunity to fulfill it, being offered to me! It was also very timely because earlier, I was having major last song syndrome attack, humming one of my favorite Bob Marley songs, only to find out that the guy who invited me is a reggae artist!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to kick myself for forgetting his name and not asking for his contact information, but I want to give him a million thanks for making this experience so enjoyable! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Some quick notes, if you ever decide to watch this vid:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I'm obviously not a singer (my voice was shaking, I was so nervous the whole time! hahaha :-$), but I'm a big lover of music so depending on the occasion, I'm happy to share a mic with someone in the spirit of fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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2. I'm so easily excitable (as if I haven't made that clear enough in my posts). I think J was cringing the whole time he was filming this. Couldn't blame him---I do like like a giggly high school girl in this clip, but only because I was really happy. But I still give him props for being the most supportive boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Let's support artists when we can! A few extra pennies would help, but nothing beats showing appreciation and enjoying their craft with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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So without further ado, my Harvard Station debut (LOL)---&lt;br /&gt;
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Our cover of Bob Marley's "Waiting in Vain". This song was covered by Annie Lennox in the soundtrack of my favorite romantic movie, "Serendpity."&lt;br /&gt;
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A recent visit with J made me realize that I don't have to fly all the way to Japan to see the &lt;i&gt;sakura. &lt;/i&gt;Bostoninans only need to take a nine hour bus ride to witness&amp;nbsp;DC's own&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalcherryblossomfestival.org/"&gt;National Cherry Blossoms Festival.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The annual event marks the spring season, and follows an interesting history:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Each year, the National Cherry Blossom Festival commemorates the 1912 gift of 3,000 cherry trees from Mayor Yukio Ozaki of Tokyo to the city of Washington, DC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The gift and annual celebration honor the lasting friendship between the United States and Japan and the continued close relationship between the two countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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More information about the celebrations &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalcherryblossomfestival.org/about/history/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't resist taking at least one photo of DC in full bloom. Yay, another item off my list! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;These trees are located near the Capitol, but there are several other&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;places in the city&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;where you can spot these beauties! Photo courtesy of J :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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P.S. I did get to hug the trees! Even though it was a bit gloomy on the day we arrived, these blossoms gave the right pop of color to the dreary surroundings!&lt;/div&gt;
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P.P.S. BUT!!! I wouldn't mind flying to Japan too to see more cherry blossom trees! Anyone interested in coming with me, maybe next year? :)&lt;/div&gt;
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A few months ago, I got to read the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/about/"&gt;Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;by Gretchen Rubin. Published in 2009, it's basically an account of the things that she did for a year following various recommendations from philosophers, scientists, pop culture icons, etc. on how to be happier.&lt;br /&gt;
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When friends saw me reading it, I got the most interesting questions. &amp;nbsp;One asked me if it's a self-help book (and if I'm into those); I said no, not strictly, but one can easily pick up a few tips based on the author's experiences (and yes, sometimes self-help books = my guilty pleasure). &lt;br /&gt;
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Another inquired about my motivation in reading it when for the most part, I already seem to be a happy person; I explained that like Rubin, I believe that it's nice to take happiness to 'another level'. There's no harm in seeking new ways to make oneself happier. If it happens to spill over, then I think of it as extra sunshine that can warm up others.&lt;br /&gt;
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This lawyer-turned-writer's book is a pretty straightforward and pleasant read. I got a bunch of random takeaways such as 'anti-nagging techniques' (in case, ehem, 'J' says I'm turning into one), memorable quotes (Buddhist Proverb: "When a student is ready, a teacher will appear"), and geeky facts ("When hugging, six seconds is the minimum amount of time needed to promote &lt;i&gt;oxytocin,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the chemical for bonding.")&lt;br /&gt;
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More recently, my co-fellow Sonya introduced me to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehappymovie.com/"&gt;"Happy."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;This feature documentary racked up several audience choice awards in various film festivals/screenings abroad. After watching it, I understood why. There are a few segments which are definitely depressing, but overall, the film succeeds in being down-to-earth and uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's the blurb from the official site:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Does money make you happy? Kids and family? Your work? Do you live in a world that values and promotes happiness and well-being? Are we in the midst of a happiness revolution? Roko Belic, director of Genghis Blues now brings us Happy, a film that sets out to answer these questions and more. Taking us from the bayous of Louisiana to the deserts of Namibia, from the beaches of Brazil to the villages of Okinawa, Happy explores the secrets behind our most valued emotion. -- (C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11335940"&gt;Happy - A Documentary Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/wadirum"&gt;Wadi Rum Films&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For a small fee, you can catch the full documentary &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehappymovie.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of happiness, while browsing my newsfeed on Facebook, I found out that an hour from now, we will be celebrating this:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Day_of_Happiness"&gt;Happy International Day of Happiness! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;What a coincidence!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And also, I can't believe that exactly nine days from now, I'll most likely be on Cloud 9 because of 'someone's' arrival. Oh man, sometimes, I still don't understand how this person brings me happiness after all these years! *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;
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I am on full OCD mode with the preps... the maps, budget, itinerary, are making me all giddy! I really hope things turn out well.&lt;/div&gt;
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Will share happy news as I get closer to the date. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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"&lt;i&gt;Kiligers&lt;/i&gt;" (yuck, haha),&lt;/div&gt;
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Sure, I still have to wear my heavy coat and there are days when I still feel like my ears are about to fall off from the cold (because I forgot my ear muffs), but now I can literally see the brighter side of things. :) The sun is less shy about coming out and it has for the most part, been generous enough to bless us with clearer, bluer skies.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a few more days left before the winter-related amusement places close, I was so thankful because my Pinoy friend Debbie gave me a special invitation and treat for my birthday. Without knowing that it's on my list of things to do, she asked if I would be interested to try snow tubing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now how could I possibly resist something like that? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;
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We drove to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.skinashoba.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nashoba Valley&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Littleton, Massachusetts&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Every winter, snow enthusiasts flock to this place,&amp;nbsp;known for its snow tubing and skiing facilities.&lt;br /&gt;
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Debbie bought our tickets for $35 each for 2 hours of fun time in the snow playground.&lt;br /&gt;
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We then got our tubes and lined up...&lt;br /&gt;
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And 'attempted' to glide on ice! &lt;br /&gt;
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I was desperately balancing on the sidelines when I saw (and grabbed) this adorable teen to teach me some skating basics. Lucky for me, he's not only an experienced hockey player, but also a patient and willing teacher. He held my hand as I moved around.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't get very far, but at least I did not fall over! (And that my friends, is what I call beginner's luck, haha)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Ali, for the crash course you gave to this wannabe skater---me! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;---Part 3/3: 29th birthday blog series---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a self-confessed "listomaniac."&lt;br /&gt;
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I think listing is a simple but effective strategy to get organized. For me, there's also something about the act of writing goals or to-do's in a neat list that's exciting. I also find checking tick boxes to celebrate little milestones also incredibly motivating.&lt;br /&gt;
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Late last year, during one of my grueling five-hour bus trips from Boston to New York, I suddenly felt the urge to work on my list of 30 things to do before hitting the big 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a way, it was easy because I already had a million ideas in my head. However, I also found the exercise difficult because I ended up with some 50 random things in my first draft, which means I had to seriously cut my list down (at least for now).&lt;br /&gt;
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Prioritizing, I realized, was going to be my first big challenge. Mmmm-K, fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, I took out my more serious life missions from this list (I'd work on those anyway, regardless of the occasion/age/circumstance). Next, I shortlisted those that I've been delaying for the longest time. Lastly, I gave bonus points to activities that are borderline crazy, but can be defining, memorable, and of course---fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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After much hemming and hawing (and 12 days worth of revisions? haha), these are what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. “Drink + paint” with friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Come up with something decent and be sober enough to take the artwork home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. Conquer my fear of these extreme sports: Skydiving! Paragliding! Bungee Jumping! Extreme Whitewater Rafting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: The more of these I try, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Contribute an entry to Thought Catalog or Post Secret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Reveal my identity/entry to a person I trust.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. Cook a special meal for a dear one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Full-course, restaurant-quality presentation, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Dine and chat with a stranger…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Perhaps with a fellow traveler? Maybe even have a Before Sunrise/Sunset moment, sans the romance?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6. Dye my hair a very bright blonde. Or red orange, a la Ariel (Little Mermaid). Or dark purple…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: and stick with it for a minimum of 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. Embark on a personal, spiritual retreat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Go for the solo, silent type.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8. Experience a winter activity—ski! snow tube! sled! ice skate! make a snow angel!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Again, the more I try, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9. Fly a kite!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Design or make the kite myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10. Get a teeny, tiny, private tat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Decide on a quote to use or sketch my own design.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11. Go on a no-rice diet for at least a week…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: or successfully hit 21 days (to make it a habit).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;Hunt down people from my childhood and get in touch with them (a nun who once inspired me to become one, or my first ever, EVER crush).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Get a response other than “Stay away from me, you stalker!”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;13. Jam with a busker…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: without having to wear a face mask. Even better, use it as a fundraiser for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;14. Learn an 'exotic' dance…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: get fit (i.e. lose a few of my pesky flabs, lol) in the process!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;15. Learn the basics of braille.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Participate in an immersion activity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;16. Make a coffee table book of my favorite places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Include specific stories and pages from my travel diaries.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;17. Organize a picnic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Make sure to bring a blanket, food, basket--the works! Plus!!!! Wear a nice summer dress or hat for the full experience, haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;18. Play the piano again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Learn a new song, record, and upload somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;19. Record a song in a real studio...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: and shoot a crazy MTV of it with friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;20. Relax in a royal bath…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: preferably in an authentic&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;rotemburo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;21. See the cherry blossoms...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: up-close, then hug the actual tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;22. Make a DIY 'wearable art' (jewelry or apparel).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Do a good job so that I can actually wear it in public.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;23. Sign-up for a pottery class.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Play Unchained Melody during one of the sessions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;24. Sing &lt;i&gt;Ma Vie en Rose &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;J’ai deux Amour&lt;/i&gt; in perfect decent French.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Memorize the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;25. Slow dance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: In a burning room. To John Mayer. Or Frank Sinatra. Or Eric Benet. Or some other artist I really like.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;26. Travel to a continent I've never been to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Learn a few local words I can use to describe the experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;27. Try acupuncture...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: get photographic evidence of the needles sticking out from my skin. &amp;nbsp;Look at it without getting grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;28. Work on my family tree project.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Organize a photo-shoot for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;29. Write a love letter/poem/song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Collaborate with a real artist where possible, and perform (read or sing the words) for someone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;30. Make this particular life-changing decision---Embrace or Let Go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BONUS: Pray for Courage. Peace. Contentment. No regrets, no looking back in anger.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have about a year to work on these so wish me luck! ...Or better yet, come along for the ride!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lezdodiz!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;---Part 2/3: 29th birthday blog series---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So how did I end up celebrating my 29th birthday?&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday morning was spent feasting on my first-ever birthday breakfast, prepared by Maya. I was still half-asleep when I walked into the kitchen, where I was greeted by these lovely yellow flowers and a table card that read&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Halikan mo ako&lt;/i&gt;" (Kiss me) in my language.
The food was soooo good (again, Maya's magic in action), I really had no trouble kissing all the food on my plate
away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Birthday breakfast and random gifts from my colleagues = &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When I got to the
office, I found random stuff and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hershey's kisses scattered on my table&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. Maya managed to
get our colleagues to write their birthday messages for me. I even got random presents of things I like: yogurt-covered pretzels, Reese's PB cups, a
bottle of ginger ale, pistachios, bathing products. I was too surprised
and overwhelmed, I spent a good few minutes just thanking everyone over and
over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Come lunch time, I
got slightly confused when the people in the office started putting on their
jackets, as if they were planning to go somewhere. One of my colleagues asked me to grab my coat too. I didn't really understand what was
going on, so I just did as I was told and followed him outside the building. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When we got into my colleague's car, Maya gave directions. That's when I figured out their next surprise---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;we were off to have lunch at the only Filipino restaurant in MA, JnJ's Turo-Turo! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As expected, my colleagues asked me to order the food (pressure!) and I ended up getting &lt;i&gt;Bicol Express, Sinigang na Buto-Buto, Kare-Kare, Sisig, Crispy Pata, Pinakbet &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Diniguan. &lt;/i&gt;Yikes, &lt;i&gt;karne &lt;/i&gt;galoooore.&amp;nbsp;For dessert, we shared a glass of &lt;i&gt;Halo-Halo. &lt;/i&gt;Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After a long, sumptuous lunch, we passed by the Filipino store just beside the restaurant to pick up a few local treats. We bought some &lt;i&gt;hopia ube, suman, pan de sal &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;turon &lt;/i&gt;to share with other people in the coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In the evening, my roommates and I watched Maya perform (she was phenomenal) in a Brecht play entitled, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Good_Person_of_Szechwan" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Good Person of Szechwan"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the Fort Point Theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We were supposed to go out for drinks after the play, but I got carded by the wait staff... on the one night when I left my passport at home. Haha. What a way to spoil my own party, oh well. :D&lt;/div&gt;
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In the end, we just decided to go home and have our drinks there. At least we had a more intimate room to ourselves, and we didn't even have to spend a dime because we have tons of leftover alcoholic drinks from our previous house events.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;Maya had one final surprise for me before the day ended.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been so frugal since I got here, refusing to go to the salon because it's just too expensive. &amp;nbsp;Knowing that it used to be one of my self-care strategies in the Philippines, she treated me to a pamper-me day to mark the occasion. Yay! :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I got some subtle bangs and had my ends trimmed in a local salon, a few days after my birthday---&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Yay---someone's definitely smiling, hihi :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.P.S. Maya, if you ever get to read this post---xoxo, this birthday's one for the books, thanks to you, dearest. Co-fellow love rules! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;---Part 1/3: 29th birthday blog series---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;March 1, 2013&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Relax, birthdays are supposed to be fun,"&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;my co-fellow Maya said, while preparing cottage cheese
pancake and goat cheese-artichoke strata--her surprise birthday
breakfast feast for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I believe her, even though I was guilty of welcoming my 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;
birthday in this timezone with a reluctant groan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's so bad, I know. :( I'm not sure what exactly happened, but I don't remember ever caring about my age until lately. They say 29 is a funny number---no longer young, but not quite thirty yet. That must be it. I'm still asking myself how something
that's supposed to be fun evolved into what I consider as a 'day of reckoning'
of some sort. You know, the whole "What you are is God's gift to you, and
what you make of yourself is your gift to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I evaluate my life and realize that I had made decisions that I really should
be more at peace with. I recall moments when I could have been a little less emotional and invested
in. I remember interactions with people where I could have been either more
understanding, generous, graceful, and maybe much less of a doormat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seriously, is this what adulthood is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“It’s going to be fine,” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Maya said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“This isn’t the day to judge yourself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I find peace in
those comforting words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The decisions I had made may not have brought me exactly where I
want to be, but I have faith that I am where I should be. My being emotional may
have left my heart vulnerable, swollen and bruised many (needless) times, but I'd like to think that it has also brought me closer and better able to relate to people. Although I
sometimes get amazed and confused by the different things I continue to
discover about myself, I realize it’s never too late (or early) to learn and embrace these parts of who I am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...Because it is only through awareness
and acceptance that can I be a better person, worthy of acquiring that precious gift that (hopefully) comes
with age—wisdom. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am a work in progress and I'm grateful because I know, more than ever, that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I don't need to be perfect to be loved. I don't have a vengeful God and I am blessed with the purest love from my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing for me to do but continue this amazing journey of learning, living and loving. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Next stop: the big 3-0!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Oh, and that's an actual icicle I'm holding :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, although I'm still not the biggest fan of cold weather and the snow, I've learned how to embrace it more. No amount of whining can magically transform the winter into tropical weather.,, And really, there's no point resisting Mother Nature---&lt;/div&gt;
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Early this month, my co-fellows and I trooped to the Catskills, in upstate New York. &amp;nbsp;It's funny because I have a rather odd basic idea about the place. &amp;nbsp;I first heard about it from the movie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1441326/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha Marcy May Marlene&lt;/a&gt;, a cult classic (more accurately, a movie about a cult and other things), which features&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth Olsen.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thankfully, the trip didn't involve cults, paranoia, or anything like that. Instead, it was a five-day reflection and celebration of the fellowship thus far, with some of the smartest, most passionate, and interesting people I know.&lt;/div&gt;
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We were housed in the Warwicks, a charming bed-and-breakfast/seminar center. Traveling to the place reminded me of going up to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baguio"&gt;Baguio, the Philippines' summer capital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The road was long and winding, and it was hard to see anything, except for the trees that towered over our mini-bus.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was feeling a bit dizzy when we got to the center because of the sinuous roads we took. &amp;nbsp;Add that to the fact that it was getting pretty late, and my poor body just couldn't hold up past 12MN as well as it used to (oh, college days). Feeling sick and tired, nothing was most enticing that a flat, comfy surface to crash on to. Thankfully, when I got in, I didn't find it difficult to warm up and be energized by the place. Yes, the place looked old and we were clearly in the middle of nowhere, but it had that old, comforting charm characteristic of retreat centers I used to go to in high school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We were welcomed by an old, cheery man who introduced himself as the center's director. He explained that in this part of the country, rooms aren't really locked to encourage trust and honesty. A strict schedule for eating (complete with the ringing of a cow-bell at particular hours) is also followed to promote timeliness and discipline for both guests and staff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I liked these concepts a lot, and thankfully, nothing in the next few days changed my mind about the Warwicks' guidelines.&lt;/div&gt;
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For the mid-year sessions, our discussions focused primarily on women and children's health, but we also shared materials about effective communication and leadership. &amp;nbsp;It was also nice to spend the generous free time given to us to catch up with one another.&lt;/div&gt;
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Grateful for the time to reconnect and recharge! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I found this list on my Facebook feed the other day, and I was amazed at how one of the particular "rules" triggered another string of musings for me (as if I haven't been 'indulging' in self-reflection in the last few days).&lt;/div&gt;
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I wonder what I still haven't learned in this situation... Is it the fact that I'm still emotionally invested?&amp;nbsp;That no matter how many times I've been through this, I still can't help but be baffled and feel hurt?&lt;br /&gt;
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Could it be a sign that I'm not where I should be, that I am a square peg trying to fit into a round hole, when I could be more useful somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~4/vn-zsnzm3A0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rheaalba.com/feeds/1970069771720298474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786003507952386830&amp;postID=1970069771720298474&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/1970069771720298474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/1970069771720298474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~3/vn-zsnzm3A0/the-rules-for-being-human.html" title="The Rules for Being Human" /><author><name>Rhea Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556688283172593239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iX1cFDmGdA/UWgZCJCANFI/AAAAAAAAGD0/G9O_4957_b8/s220/boathouse%2Bheadshot.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkK4EZozBQM/Tx0czsvqrFI/AAAAAAAAASM/zDVtff8E73M/s72-c/Rhea+Sig+Web.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rheaalba.com/2013/02/the-rules-for-being-human.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGRHczcCp7ImA9WhNaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786003507952386830.post-6349507804126653819</id><published>2013-02-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-03T16:35:25.988-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-03T16:35:25.988-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Soundtrack</title><content type="html">While reading a friend's Facebook posts the other day, I learned that a local production company will soon be coming out a musical based on Sugarfree's song called "Sa Wakas: A New Pinoy Rock Musical"&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm particularly excited about this because this 1. I haven't seen a Filipino musical based on the music of a Pinoy band, and 2. I really happen to like Sugarfree's music, after being introduced to the group several years ago by a very dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I were to base it entirely on the current demo songs, the musical will carry one helluva sad plot. &amp;nbsp;I've always found most of Sugarfree's songs to be a bit on the emo side (which I kinda like, no surprises there) and could get a little too close to home (not necessarily a bad thing, depending on the mood you're in). &amp;nbsp;Some people seem to find them cheesy, but I think they've got some really good stuff which is why I got so bummed when they disbanded years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;
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Check out the demo songs&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/ejay-yatco/sa-wakas-teaser?in=ejay-yatco/sets/sa-wakas-a-musical-featuring" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and the musical's Facebook page &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/SaWakasTheMusical"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Too bad I'm not gonna be home in April 2013 to watch it. :( I hope they'll keep shows running until August!&lt;br /&gt;
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In the meantime, here's a quick preview of one of the songs from the musical---Kwarto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/58289300"&gt;SA WAKAS (Teaser 1)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user10095983"&gt;Culture Shock Productions&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been reflecting a lot lately about my life's soundtrack, and about the artist who best captures how I feel and think about things. Quite a few made it to my list, but among them, Ingrid Michaelson takes a special spot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think this indie singer-songwriter to be pretty underrated despite being an amazing artist. She pens incredibly personal, reflective and honest lyrics, and it helps that she's a brilliant guitar player too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I must admit that I discovered her music pretty late; "The Way I am" was the first song I heard from her. Even then, I found the single to be pretty catchy and quirky. &amp;nbsp;After I subscribed to her channel on Pandora and Jango, I discovered how much of a gold mine her albums really are.&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't even begin to talk about how much her music has been helping me sort out my emotions lately. I've always believed in the power of music to heal, and just by capturing my happy (and most of my more 'troubled' thoughts), I feel that some of her songs have done that for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are just some of my current favorites (for whatever reason). :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Y'all know how much I love 'love' (in many forms) and happy animated flicks, right?&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's something to kick-off this special month: Disney's Paperman. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;WARNING: &lt;/b&gt;This is going to be a loooonnnnng one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;First, the rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Share 11 facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
Answer the awarder’s 11 questions.&lt;br /&gt;
Ask 11 questions of your own.&lt;br /&gt;
Nominate 11 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. I love singing in the shower.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So much so that one time, while belting and singing my heart out at 5 A.M in our bathroom in preparation for my morning class, my neighbor shouted "Hey! It's way too early!" Ooooppps. Sorry, neighbor!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. I have a thing for paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I used to collect special paper as a child. I love the smell, the texture, etc. My research project in grade school involved making paper from the guyabano fruit. I wish I knew more about origami and other artsy-craftsy paper-related activities though.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Scrabble is my favorite board game.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As a teacher, my mom has always been a big fan of "educational games". Growing up, she would encourage me and my sibs to play the game. We even used to have mini Scrabble tournaments at home where she would give a prize to the Scrabble King or Queen! For my PE class in college, I took up "Competitive Scrabble" (lol, yes, it was an actual subject. I enjoyed it so much and it brought out my competitive streak that at some point, I was invited to train for the Philippine team (who knew that such a thing exists?). Unfortunately, my schedule didn't allow it. To date, not joining is one of my biggest regrets. Sigh. It's also sad because I've forgotten all about those crucial two and three-letter words and I'm barely good at it now. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. I (used to be) obsessive-compulsive about things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some examples: I used the same type of notebooks and pens throughout college. I visually measured and placed 'tabs' and 'indents' on my notes. When stapling papers, the staple had to be super straight and needed an equal distance from the top and from the left of the paper's edge (approximately .25"). Talk about torturing oneself, haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. I think the bathroom is one of the best places to "concentrate" (i.e. memorize something).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I hope this isn't TMI, haha, but there's something calming about an immaculate bathroom that is so conducive to remembering things. For me, it's not just a place for bathing, taking a 1 or 2. In fact, back in the days, I would occasionally lock myself up in the bathroom with notes that I needed to memorize. Worked nicely for me during exams. I dare you to try it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6. I once dreamed of becoming a nun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I share the same birthday as St. Magdalene of Canossa, my elementary school's patron saint. I talked to a lot of nuns growing up, and I was drawn to their life of service and prayer. Years ago, I also considered attending a search-in, and I even have an idea of the order I wanted to join. I still find their lives fascinating, but as my mom said, "There are many ways to serve the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. I get a kick out of imitating the "Philippine Airlines" voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite line: "&lt;i&gt;Mabuhay, welcome to Philippine Airlines&lt;/i&gt;" and the whole "In the case of a water landing...." thing. I really should memorize the whole spiel!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8. "Little Mermaid" is my favorite Disney Princess movie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The songs from this cartoon are just amazing. I love them so much that I grew up memorizing many of them (yeah, even the villain Ursula's 'Poor Unfortunate Souls')! It has a special spot in my heart because I first watched it from a VHS tape (or was it Betamax?) when Dad's ship docked in Manila. &amp;nbsp;"Beauty and the Beast" gets my vote though as the best-drawn Disney Princess cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9. Tulips make me happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They're just so pretty! Last December, I received quite a bunch from J (30 pieces to represent our second 30th-month together). &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10. I love hats (especially sun hats!), sunnies and random "point-of-conversation" accessories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My family and J would always tease me that if I could only have it my way, I'd probably wear my sun hats all at the same time. =D My said that it's really funny how I share this interest in hats and sunglasses with my dad. I don't own an absurd number, but I do like looking and trying these on when I'm in a store. Also, if you're thinking about the best "&lt;i&gt;pasalubong&lt;/i&gt;" for me, a local accessory would be your best bet. Accessories are &amp;lt;3! I love wearable art! I just find it amazing how even if one is wearing the plainest of clothes, accessories can totally pull a look together or help spruce up an otherwise bland outfit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11. I now know how to cook a little.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hallelujah! This is one I'm particularly proud of. Living in such an expensive country has forced to learn this, for my own survival. I wouldn't say I'm good at it, but at least I'm not as averse to it as before. &amp;nbsp;It's nice to know that I am also capable of finding such an activity enjoyable. It will take awhile before I can gather my guts to feed an army (I don't really intend to), but who knows. Baby steps for now, big strides later.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. When and why did you start blogging? And do you think you will ever stop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
January 2012. This blog was part of my 'mission list' last year. NGL---At first, I didn't think anyone would be interested, and since I rarely have the time to review what I wrote, I was afraid of grammar Nazis storming my page. Those were enough reasons for me not to even begin. Now that I've started the whole thing though and that I have come to terms with the fact that I'm using it more as a form of self-expression (and as an 'updates page' for friends and family), then it's not so bad. There will be days when I probably won't feel like writing, but as of now, I have no immediate plans to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. What is the one thing you can’t do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I can never STOP---living, learning and loving. Oh wait, those are three things. Oh well! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Who is your favorite superhero?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real life? Parents. Fictional? Not really favorite, but I think Jean Grey's and Rogue's powers are super cool (but probably super stressful too).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. What type of music makes you dance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Depends on my mood. On a regular day, some R&amp;amp;B songs on my Pandora/Jango playlist would do. But I also love African and Latin beats. Puto Mayo--my go-to compilations.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Where would you rather be right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the arms of someone I love *wink wink* and also, in a place where my skills can be maximized to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6. What is your favorite day of the week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Friday. It's like light at the end of the tunnel after a busy workweek.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. How much do you think is too much?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you ask yourself, "Is this still making me a better person?" then you get the chilling response (no)... then I'd say stop. That's probably too much.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8. What makes you wake up each morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why, my alarm/body clock of course, and lately, the cold Boston weather! But kidding aside---responsibilities, mostly. But if you're asking me what motivates me to wake up, probably the thought of doing my answer to number 2---the chance to live, learn and love anew.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9. What makes you sleep well at night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Exhaustion. Haha! Seriously, the idea that you are at peace with others and with yourself. Also, the feeling of fulfillment, that you've accomplished or done something meaningful for yourself and for others.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10. What is the one thing you have to do before you die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hahahaha. Sorry, NSFW!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11. Do you believe in reincarnation? Who or what do you think will you be in your next lifetime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Reincarnating in my full form, I don't really think so. But parts of me in different things, probably.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another warning: Presenting the "as random as it gets" list. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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1. If you were to die today, what would be on your epitaph? (Note: Answer only if you're considering it. Otherwise, proceed to question # 2)&lt;br /&gt;
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2. If right now, you could whisper one word to a dear one's ear (without having to explain it), what would that word be and why?&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Would you consider plastic surgery at some point in your life?&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Have you ever self-diagnosed yourself using Google?&lt;br /&gt;
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5. What one piece of clothing would you rather die than be caught (not) wearing?&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Rats, roaches, or lizards---Which one do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Would you date a celebrity/super model? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;
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8. If you were to become an inanimate object, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;What is your favorite scent (not necessarily perfume)? What does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;
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10. What song best describes your state of mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;
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11. When you hear the word "hurt", what image(s) come to mind?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am happy to nominate the following people for the Liebster award:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3d-cesspool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cesspool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Personal)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldofmelodie.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World of Melodie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Personal)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://slatheredinsunscreen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Slathered in Sunscreen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Personal)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://socsyturvy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Socsyturvy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Personal)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://incidentalwhiny.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Incidental Whiny Writes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Personal)&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~4/hERQE-5zE_U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rheaalba.com/feeds/6119889353713351966/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786003507952386830&amp;postID=6119889353713351966&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/6119889353713351966?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/6119889353713351966?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~3/hERQE-5zE_U/liebster-award.html" title="Liebster Award" /><author><name>Rhea Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556688283172593239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iX1cFDmGdA/UWgZCJCANFI/AAAAAAAAGD0/G9O_4957_b8/s220/boathouse%2Bheadshot.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0G3_wYacdI/Ty6KJA1_byI/AAAAAAAAASs/DiXxuoAlkDY/s72-c/Rhea+Sig+Web.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rheaalba.com/2013/01/liebster-award.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICSX44fSp7ImA9WhNaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786003507952386830.post-592303903162036832</id><published>2013-01-19T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-28T16:32:48.035-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-28T16:32:48.035-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weddings" /><title>Congratulazioni!</title><content type="html">Fairytales do come true.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lovely Hazel tied the not with Enrico, her Italian prince. :) It was one of the grandest and most heartwarming weddings I've ever attended, with people flying from all over to join the couple in this long-awaited for occasion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a little something we helped put together:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The Love Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The world really is a small place. &amp;nbsp;Hazel chose his friend Mark, my former grad school classmate, to be one of her secondary sponsors. &amp;nbsp;They met in London while he was on an Erasmus Mundus scholarship and easily became friends. I was so thrilled to meet him again after so many years!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;At our Baguio Country Club villa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mark in the middle, flanked by Beia and moi :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;With the GX girls. Missing Maj :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;At St. Joseph the Worker Parish, with J.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thanks Ana for this photo! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love how the couple incorporated cultural elements and a whole lot of audience participation to keep everyone entertained. I found this to be really impressive because they made sure that the wedding wasn't just about them, but about the love and happiness that they wanted to share with the guests. Imagine &lt;i&gt;balikbayans&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the couple's foreign friends participating in the &lt;i&gt;tinikling &lt;/i&gt;and Ifugao dance---amazing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Credits: Marlon Moneva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The night was filled with a lot of heartwarming exchange of messages, bonding, and some wild dancing!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;With the groom and bride. From left to right:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Beia, Rhea, Poy, Ana, Mark :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Like Energizer bunnies, we just kept on going, and going, and going...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also got to dance with Sir Howie S., Hazel's former boss back in her "Sidetrip" days at GMA and now, one of the primary sponsors.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Guess who got the garter and bouquet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~4/_sWTqAV2jpk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rheaalba.com/feeds/592303903162036832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786003507952386830&amp;postID=592303903162036832&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/592303903162036832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786003507952386830/posts/default/592303903162036832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rheaalba/hWPF/~3/_sWTqAV2jpk/congratulazioni.html" title="Congratulazioni!" /><author><name>Rhea Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556688283172593239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iX1cFDmGdA/UWgZCJCANFI/AAAAAAAAGD0/G9O_4957_b8/s220/boathouse%2Bheadshot.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/fVjz6GOAXaI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Baguio City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>16.4023332 120.59600709999995</georss:point><georss:box>16.280472200000002 120.43464559999995 16.5241942 120.75736859999995</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rheaalba.com/2013/01/congratulazioni.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NSHw9eCp7ImA9WhBRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786003507952386830.post-7672140136655496301</id><published>2012-12-25T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-04T15:48:19.260-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-04T15:48:19.260-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas2012" /><title>White Christmas</title><content type="html">I must have been a good girl this year because it was my first time to receive the following presents for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;
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My 1st time to celebrate a truly white Christmas, with snow falling just before midnight (I swear, right on cue!):&lt;br /&gt;
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My 1st time to spend Christmas eve with my aunt and cousins...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Andrea and Delwyn setting up the fireplace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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...and this Christmas cutie (who just wouldn't stop stealing kisses from me, even though there wasn't any mistletoe! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Oh Brucey (Bruce Wayne), sorry for the tight pyjamas :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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