<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265</id><updated>2012-02-21T08:34:01.172+08:00</updated><category term='Current affairs'/><category term='Trips and Travels'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Snapshots'/><category term='Food and Flavors'/><category term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>The BESS Photoblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8809707961108562252</id><published>2012-02-15T14:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:36:15.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>BAYOYOY – A "Celebrity" from Bohol</title><content type='html'>If you think you’ve visited enough of &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/gusto-mo-bang-magka-bohol-bohol.html"&gt;Bohol&lt;/a&gt;, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a part of the &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/gusto-mo-bang-magka-bohol-bohol.html"&gt;itinerary on a trip to Panglao&lt;/a&gt;. Going to Bayoyoy the dwarf is included in most Bohol and Dauis-Panglao tour packages because it is very rare to see a real-life “dwarf”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709244834254644914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdgP-Uyddow/TztP7Yl7ZrI/AAAAAAAAA9g/i0NptgWghgA/s400/img1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayoyoy was born on Jan. 10, 1947. His real name is Jesus Doldolea, a children of 3rd-degree cousins. He lives in Dauis, Panglao Island, Bohol, Philippines. When our driver recommended the place, we were at first hesitant to go since the house was just like a typical Filipino house with a small “sari-sari” or convenience store with Bayoyoy’s name. When we entered the gate and Bayoyoy’s younger sister invited us to go upstairs, our hesitation turned into curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves facing Bayoyoy. Almost as small as a 1-year old baby, he sat on a stroller. Bayoyoy’s sister relates the story. Their parents died some years ago. There were 12 children in the family and 6 of them suffered from dwarfism. The 5 other dwarfs died early and only Bayoyoy survived. He is now 65 years old and only consumes milk, oatmeal and cereals. He is blind and could only hear. Since his condition requires special treatment, his sister take care of him. The pictures posted on the wall revealed that a lot of celebrities and media people visited him and offered assistance. He was eve featured on national television. Before we left, we handed financial assistance to the sister for Bayoyoy’s use. This, according to our driver, is a normal custom done by visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I haven’t heard of any news about Bayoyoy and I’m not sure if he’s still doing well. But I feel privileged that I was able to meet this ‘celebrity’ from Bohol and I still express my gratitude to people who helped him survive the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you go to &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/gusto-mo-bang-magka-bohol-bohol.html"&gt;Bohol&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy its &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/gusto-mo-bang-magka-bohol-bohol.html"&gt;beauty&lt;/a&gt; share your blessings with Bayoyoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/gusto-mo-bang-magka-bohol-bohol.html"&gt;Click here to see more of my Bohol adventure.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8809707961108562252?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8809707961108562252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8809707961108562252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8809707961108562252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8809707961108562252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2012/02/bayoyoy-celebrity-from-bohol.html' title='BAYOYOY – A &quot;Celebrity&quot; from Bohol'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdgP-Uyddow/TztP7Yl7ZrI/AAAAAAAAA9g/i0NptgWghgA/s72-c/img1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3712501605237272950</id><published>2012-02-15T11:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:18:05.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>A Remedy Under the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHodWmk3hI/Tzsinlm0X9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1bamEvxPJFI/s1600/sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709195016127406034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHodWmk3hI/Tzsinlm0X9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1bamEvxPJFI/s400/sun.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For every ailment under the sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a remedy or there is none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there be one, try to find it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there be none, never mind it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words struck me as I listened to the speaker fresh from New York. This spiritual brother visited the Philippines to strengthen the faith of more than 30 thousand listeners – brothers and sisters in faith from all over the country who eagerly assembled to attend this special meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he spoke, realization dawned on me that sometimes, we ourselves complicate matters turning it into an ‘ailment’. We are caged in negative vibes prohibiting us from moving on (and moving forward). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there are some things we can change (or find remedy), then let’s do it and be positive.However, there are some things we cannot change. Instead of ranting and mourning over such things, let’s accept and adjust our mindset in order to positively proceed with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good example is a Sign Language student I met. She was a 40-year old woman, strong and lively, but hearing-impaired. Another thing, she’s blind! Does she rant non-stop, lament over life’s burden or mourn all the time? No! Since she cannot change her ‘ailment’, she positively embraces life’s course and works on things within her control. Though she can’t see and hear us, the affection and care she receives from everyone fuels her passion for love and life. She lives joyfully and is satisfied with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have our own moments of ups and downs, but remember, &lt;u&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;The only difference between a good day and a bad day is our attitude.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3712501605237272950?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3712501605237272950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3712501605237272950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3712501605237272950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3712501605237272950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2012/02/remedy-under-sun.html' title='A Remedy Under the Sun'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHodWmk3hI/Tzsinlm0X9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1bamEvxPJFI/s72-c/sun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1971018011187618156</id><published>2011-11-19T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:53:30.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Blind Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you  stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gsjdnGN2uo0/TseJ6OTYziI/AAAAAAAAA7I/G9DtDqUWNOU/s576/horse2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gsjdnGN2uo0/TseJ6OTYziI/AAAAAAAAA7I/G9DtDqUWNOU/s576/horse2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 473px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attached to her halter is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x4XKFMjNinc/TseJ6E3tOhI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Km8EwUoN3kM/s576/horse.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x4XKFMjNinc/TseJ6E3tOhI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Km8EwUoN3kM/s576/horse.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 468px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the owners of these two horses, real friends do not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They watch over us and even bring others into our lives to help us when we are in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those people placed in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see. Good friends are like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sharing this inspiring story by one of the speakers in a Christian meeting's public talk. My dear friends, please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1971018011187618156?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1971018011187618156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1971018011187618156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1971018011187618156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1971018011187618156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/11/blind-horse.html' title='The Blind Horse'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gsjdnGN2uo0/TseJ6OTYziI/AAAAAAAAA7I/G9DtDqUWNOU/s72-c/horse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4624535967795480331</id><published>2011-11-19T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:57:50.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Ride Momma, Ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou shall not ride if you’re over 3 years of age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FyG58KxMx1k/Tsd9PvfZsmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/S4OrJatCyS8/s591/mother.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FyG58KxMx1k/Tsd9PvfZsmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/S4OrJatCyS8/s591/mother.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FyG58KxMx1k/Tsd9PvfZsmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/S4OrJatCyS8/s591/mother.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 444px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait, momma wants to ride, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, the love of a mother for her child is always, a justifiable exemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo taken using Nokia E71 at WOF, Riverbanks Mall&lt;/i&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/35537265-4624535967795480331?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4624535967795480331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4624535967795480331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4624535967795480331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4624535967795480331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/11/ride-momma-ride.html' title='Ride Momma, Ride!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FyG58KxMx1k/Tsd9PvfZsmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/S4OrJatCyS8/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3440231981071356646</id><published>2011-11-19T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T17:09:27.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Roses are Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pink – not as bold as red, but signifies happiness, romance, admiration and sweetness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gCOmpdvGuc0/TsduxJUa6kI/AAAAAAAAA64/Lzpm0Idz-J4/s720/close%252520up%252520flowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 509px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gCOmpdvGuc0/TsduxJUa6kI/AAAAAAAAA64/Lzpm0Idz-J4/s720/close%252520up%252520flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep pink roses are perfect choices to show someone how grateful you are to have them in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HUI3-HyPc30/TsduLgsw3TI/AAAAAAAAA6o/55dYZQgTJSo/s512/front.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HUI3-HyPc30/TsduLgsw3TI/AAAAAAAAA6o/55dYZQgTJSo/s512/front.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink blooms bundled with surprises brought a faint blush on the fair maiden’s cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked intently at the giver and gave a sweet, blissful smile with a future in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M29gC-_XwVI/Tsdutz27LvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cKN1YCBPXgU/s512/bouquet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M29gC-_XwVI/Tsdutz27LvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cKN1YCBPXgU/s512/bouquet.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3440231981071356646?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3440231981071356646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3440231981071356646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3440231981071356646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3440231981071356646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/11/roses-are-pink.html' title='Roses are Pink'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gCOmpdvGuc0/TsduxJUa6kI/AAAAAAAAA64/Lzpm0Idz-J4/s72-c/close%252520up%252520flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-2605713487890866366</id><published>2011-10-29T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:13:44.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Wacky's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It’s a dog’s life!’ Mine was really a dog’s life – was born with my siblings and shared resources with more than 5 dogs in the house. After more than a month, I was given to a family who lost their beloved dog named Charcoal. I didn’t have enough time to know Charcoal before he passed away but I was told he was my uncle (I guess to some degree). &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/08/mans-best-friend.html"&gt;Please click here to read Charcoal’s tear jerking story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was warmly welcomed by my new family and they call me Wacky. I don’t do somersaults, make funny faces, nor wag my tongue every time Bess (the daughter) takes pictures of me, but I was labeled Wacky by Mommy (I can call her that now) for no reason whatsoever. First choice is Bruno, to jokingly create an impression of a huge dog (which is in fact the opposite), but thank goodness Wacky is what I was fondly called now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4HNcD4LNzp0/Tqtuf8b5jmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DpFXMrRZ8FM/s512/DSC_0438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4HNcD4LNzp0/Tqtuf8b5jmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DpFXMrRZ8FM/s512/DSC_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear them saying I am well-behaved and not craving for much attention as their old dog. I just want to be cradled in my master’s arms and given food. They had lots of dog food and I love it! Then the big change came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was brought to another house, heard I was to meet Mommy’s son and his family. Whew! The first time I saw their 2-year old baby Mishi, I felt home. She became a playmate and a good friend. We watched cartoons together and playfully ran around the house. When the time to leave came, she cried so hard that I had to stay in their house for a couple of days. I don’t know how, but there suddenly sparked an emotional attachment between a little girl and a dog. Every time she wakes up in the middle of a long sleep, she’ll ask, “Where’s Wacky?” and when they assured her I’m nearby, she’ll fall asleep satisfied. And so, this goes on and I now live in their house. That 2-year old girl became my master and good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the beginning of a brilliant career as an entertainer and playmate. And thanks to that, I am better fed and cared for than ever. Looking forward to years of being with this family. Anybody for a dog’s life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the beginning of my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lots of love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wacky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-2605713487890866366?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/2605713487890866366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=2605713487890866366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2605713487890866366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2605713487890866366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/10/wackys-story.html' title='Wacky&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4HNcD4LNzp0/Tqtuf8b5jmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DpFXMrRZ8FM/s72-c/DSC_0438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1626005852845225507</id><published>2011-10-11T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:12:23.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Explore. Dream. Discover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel inspires us all. An we return from our journeys with a better sense of who we are. We’re all a company of travelers beefing up ways to make travel a richer experience for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jqN0AkR2JRk/TpRECBx0s7I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4yoLGJ3CYGs/s512/havs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jqN0AkR2JRk/TpRECBx0s7I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4yoLGJ3CYGs/s512/havs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we have to let our memory be our travel bag. It's not about wearing the most beautiful footwear or checking in the most luxurious hotel. It's about learning to remove your shoes and letting your feet explore freely, unmindful of the sand on your toes nor the heat of the sun; but laughing your heart out and exploring the beauty of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles&lt;/i&gt;." - Tim Cahill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."&lt;/i&gt; -- Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1626005852845225507?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1626005852845225507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1626005852845225507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1626005852845225507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1626005852845225507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/10/explore-dream-discover.html' title='Explore. Dream. Discover.'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jqN0AkR2JRk/TpRECBx0s7I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4yoLGJ3CYGs/s72-c/havs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5739634248131958889</id><published>2011-10-05T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:05:50.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>HongKong - Thru My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minutes before we landed in HK, roughly before 10AM, last 10th of September 2011, I breathed out a silent prayer of thanks for having a safe flight. Though we’ve talked about all sorts of enjoyable and near-death experiences we’ve encountered, my comic seatmate resisted my gratitude and mentioned “Too early to be thankful”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agree. I cannot blame anyone part of this trip to have second thoughts of visiting HK. After a year of the scandalous HK tourists-hostage-taking in Manila, there have been various talks searching for justice and peace. But while I’m writing and posting these photos now, I feel earnestly sorry the victims and their families. However, we don’t have to generalize – time and unforeseen occurrences befall us all. True enough, these issues were forgotten and a new story began as the plane touched HK’s airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HCEE0ES5bJk/TowJBgzgvAI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Yc_qjyzgVac/s512/DSC_0879.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HCEE0ES5bJk/TowJBgzgvAI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Yc_qjyzgVac/s512/DSC_0879.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HongKong - from a Cantonese name meaning "fragrant harhour"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k701L5NSdbw/TowI9ztX_WI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GgBHvl_IayA/s720/DSC_0856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k701L5NSdbw/TowI9ztX_WI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GgBHvl_IayA/s720/DSC_0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 463px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We arrived at L’Hotel Nina, a 5-star hotel situated in Kowloon and checked-in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-C_VUaJMKydY/TowJAMFBy_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/LMDjptORhvE/s640/DSC_0873.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-C_VUaJMKydY/TowJAMFBy_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/LMDjptORhvE/s640/DSC_0873.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 462px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being nested on the 51st floor gave us a view of the harbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and the breathtaking skyscrapers outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little fast forward. Since the trip was settled thru a corporate agency, we didn’t have any problem going to our destination. However, being a bit adventurous during our free time, we ventured throughout the bustling streets of the city and that’s when we were exposed to HK’s real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tourist has an option to ride the MTR (HK’s version of a railway transit) and independently express bravery in a Cantonese-speaking world, or simply ride a cab. Oops, not “simply”. Every ride is a challenge since most of the drivers cannot understand English. The strategy is to show the Chinese characters (request from tour guide/hotel) of your destination. And remember, don’t block driver’s view of the side mirror unless you want him knocking on your head and getting your out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xfitVviO9Xg/TowJB8xZLYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/M8z8m3DEt50/s720/DSC_0911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xfitVviO9Xg/TowJB8xZLYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/M8z8m3DEt50/s720/DSC_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CMpoHcn0UiY/TowIznUEmiI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MM3dVWlLd2Y/s512/DSC_0047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CMpoHcn0UiY/TowIznUEmiI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MM3dVWlLd2Y/s512/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avenue of Stars - honors celebrities of HK film industry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f8PWUBmDbpw/TowI1Ki-8yI/AAAAAAAAA20/Q3p7409FN0E/s512/DSC_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f8PWUBmDbpw/TowI1Ki-8yI/AAAAAAAAA20/Q3p7409FN0E/s512/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jackie Chan's handprints&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3cWyMnQxTtc/TowIy34udwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8r85RguDp0g/s512/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3cWyMnQxTtc/TowIy34udwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8r85RguDp0g/s512/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HK's version of the Statue of Liberty :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qNtCI_9yz4k/TowI4xn_V4I/AAAAAAAAA28/DV8yzwbuzdI/s720/DSC_0062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qNtCI_9yz4k/TowI4xn_V4I/AAAAAAAAA28/DV8yzwbuzdI/s720/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jumbo Floating Restaurant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y09AbnmgOyI/TowI6NaHxFI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OWHOUuht8TE/s720/DSC_0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y09AbnmgOyI/TowI6NaHxFI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OWHOUuht8TE/s720/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Victoria Peak view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping is one of the most-loved activities by tourists in HK. I am not a fan of their MongKok night market, but admittedly the shops in the malls offer less expensive branded products than in my hometown. If you want to go shopping for branded items, explore the shops! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I admire HK for being an independent city-state of China. It truly is an "East-meets-West" place reflecting perfect mix of Chinese and British cultures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mh-goi HK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5739634248131958889?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5739634248131958889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5739634248131958889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5739634248131958889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5739634248131958889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/10/hongkong-thru-my-eyes.html' title='HongKong - Thru My Eyes'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HCEE0ES5bJk/TowJBgzgvAI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Yc_qjyzgVac/s72-c/DSC_0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6379048866685686701</id><published>2011-10-05T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:44:37.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Loving a Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3srA-f2Gjq8/Tov8kNq40QI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WXXqyhustu8/s512/Red%252520Devil%252520solo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 464px; height: 512px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3srA-f2Gjq8/Tov8kNq40QI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WXXqyhustu8/s512/Red%252520Devil%252520solo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved." - Anonymous&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6379048866685686701?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6379048866685686701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6379048866685686701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6379048866685686701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6379048866685686701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-say-we-love-flowers-yet-we-pluck.html' title='Loving a Flower'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3srA-f2Gjq8/Tov8kNq40QI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WXXqyhustu8/s72-c/Red%252520Devil%252520solo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6175240015828244326</id><published>2011-10-04T09:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:47:04.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current affairs'/><title type='text'>When Photoshop Fails</title><content type='html'>I am avid fan of Photoshop and other photo-editing software tools. However, when integrity is at stake, that’s the time we have to acknowledge boundaries of digital manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though for the past years Photoshop has became popular and has evolved into a “verb” (edit and enhance) and a “skill and talent” applauded by many, today we are faced with a brouhaha of how Photoshop can damage integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the controversial photo of DPWH officials on their Facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 477px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://quiapo.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/300562_10150308346349542_585259541_7963488_1773667806_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may look ordinary at first sight, but controversy has shown us that this is not the real scenario. A “proactive” DPWH employee ‘photoshopped’ and posted this on DPWH’s Facebook page (at his own risk). People reacted at these manipulated photos and even tried to spread more enhanced photos of the officials in different scenarios. (Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://ph.news.yahoo.com/blogs/the-inbox/dpwh-hoax-photo-shows-dark-side-114421152.html;_ylt=Av0Ph7vFWPqvJHKf9a..HcTiV8d_;_ylu=X3oDMTQ3cGh0bGJuBG1pdANQSCBUb3AgU3RvcnkgTGlzdHMgQ29rZQRwa2cDMjJmMGYzZjctNWU5MS0zMDA5LWJjNTMtZTMzZTI5MjgzMmRmBHBvcwMxNQRzZWMDdG9wX3N0b3J5X2Nva2UEdmVyAzYzY2ExMTIwLWVkYjctMTFlMC05OWZmLTI2Yjk2YjE5M2JiYg--;_ylg=X3oDMTFpNDR0a2hyBGludGwDcGgEbGFuZwNlbi1waARwc3RhaWQDBHBzdGNhdANob21lBHB0A3NlY3Rpb25z;_ylv=3"&gt;Yahoo News&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 659px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=Angu4p6fFiVrPYS.6z8abDXhV8d_;_ylu=X3oDMTFpNGh2cjBkBG1pdANCbG9nIFBvc3QgQm9keQRwb3MDMQRzZWMDTWVkaWFCbG9nQm9keUFzc2VtYmx5;_ylg=X3oDMTJzOHE1ZTFpBGludGwDcGgEbGFuZwNlbi1waARwc3RhaWQDMjJmMGYzZjctNWU5MS0zMDA5LWJjNTMtZTMzZTI5MjgzMmRmBHBzdGNhdANmaXR0b3Bvc3QEcHQDc3RvcnlwYWdl;_ylv=0/SIG=12jihvdjk/EXP=1318898336/**http%3A//media.zenfs.com/en-PH/blogs/inbox/630dpwhere_gallery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The “artist’s” wishy-washy job teaches us some lessons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be careful of things you post, especially when it involves other prominent individuals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not underestimate the power of proofreading/checking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never ever publish a lame creation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6175240015828244326?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6175240015828244326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6175240015828244326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6175240015828244326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6175240015828244326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-photoshop-fails.html' title='When Photoshop Fails'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-2626302830626845932</id><published>2011-09-21T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:37:32.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Flavors'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Food Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From street-style comfort foods to rich king's meals, we roamed the bustling streets of Hong Kong looking for the foreign taste that will satisfy our palate. Here are HK edibles that fulfilled our cravings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fishballs, etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Who says street foods are dirty? You’ll forget about this when you tried HK’s fishballs – noticeable for their firmness. For almost every street that you’ll see, you’ll find a shop that specializes in this beloved snack. And if you’re really desperate, go to Tsim Sha Tsui, a major food district in Hong Kong. Enjoy the HK version of fishball sauce - intense curry flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 482px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OQxnN73-A5A/TnmuYV1qyHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dbfYrV452us/s720/DSC_1024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Egg tart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though egg tarts may only be considered as snacks, they may be eaten any time of the day. Be it a breakfast starter, dessert after lunch or as take home after dinner, egg tarts can be seen around HK and the ones they serve have been adapted to local Chinese tastes. We were able to taste two varieties of egg tarts - one with a flaky puff pasty shell and another with a sweet shortbread crust. The former was from a local bakery and the latter was from KFC. Both are filled with a rich custard that is eggy and creamy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WwoNYIhLdZw/TnwofQoOIFI/AAAAAAAAA14/rIYdyy6niFs/s512/DSC_0902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WwoNYIhLdZw/TnwofQoOIFI/AAAAAAAAA14/rIYdyy6niFs/s512/DSC_0902.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milk tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's love at first sip. You could argue that milk tea is a tool to intensify your tummy’s activity, but it’s all worth it. A good milk tea in HK is a bit bitter, full-bodied and velvety smooth. It can be served hot, but a cold glass after a long tour will healthily quench your thirst. Too bad, they don’t offer it bottomless in HK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-to86UL6qgvI/Tnmu6qMJsLI/AAAAAAAAA1s/617d81hG_9k/s512/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 512px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-to86UL6qgvI/Tnmu6qMJsLI/AAAAAAAAA1s/617d81hG_9k/s512/DSC_0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noodles, etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it wonton, egg, seafood or rice noodle, the taste and texture makes it special. Noodle shops in HK have been in business for various decades. Never miss a noodle meal in HK, together with fried rice and other Chinese viands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qKzQXTC5L8w/TnmvCGUeUxI/AAAAAAAAA10/EAqL5tURvUk/s720/hk%252520food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qKzQXTC5L8w/TnmvCGUeUxI/AAAAAAAAA10/EAqL5tURvUk/s720/hk%252520food.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moon cake and other mini cakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in time for the mooncake festival during our last visit, these cakes are indispensable delicacies on this occasion. May sound weird, but it tasted like the Filipino ‘hopia’ for me, but richer in flavor. And oh, thanks to my sweet friend for her mooncake souvenir. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 482px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kCdeBSCijk4/Tnmu39dI3iI/AAAAAAAAA1g/yo_PyaD-xEk/s720/DSC_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;McDonalds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the famous fastfood chain is (as usual) present in HK. What’s different from the branches in the Philiippines? The jam, some a la carte and the price. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qw0BvwQE2jU/Tnmu302chqI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZTXhkos3ucw/s720/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 482px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qw0BvwQE2jU/Tnmu302chqI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZTXhkos3ucw/s720/DSC_0279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to see the Filipino's "Love Ko 'To" tagline displayed with English and Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O5r4IlNPHDk/Tnmu31LB4WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/GsThBcvnY44/s512/DSC_0277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O5r4IlNPHDk/Tnmu31LB4WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/GsThBcvnY44/s512/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other must-tries: Congee, Peking Duck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suggested Restaurant:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiu Fat Restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G/F 48 San Tsue St. Tsuen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telephone Numbers: 26122787&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-2626302830626845932?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/2626302830626845932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=2626302830626845932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2626302830626845932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2626302830626845932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/09/hong-kong-food-trip.html' title='Hong Kong Food Trip'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OQxnN73-A5A/TnmuYV1qyHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dbfYrV452us/s72-c/DSC_1024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3844138468157980747</id><published>2011-09-07T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T16:11:22.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Scavengers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a series of events around the globe, there is a surge of natural disasters; which includes great floods, devastating tsunamis, tornadoes and uncontrollable weather instabilities. After these disasters, affected people became clad in a dramatic stress and then media proactively presents the occurrence to the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, silently being established, there is one career that goes skyrocketing. The leaders of it are the scavengers. When nothing is more important than survival, there are people who think outside the box and surprise us with their acts. Although a scavenger is originally an animal that searches for dead plants or animals on which to feed, an individual becomes a scavenger once he possesses the human behavior to roam and scour the streets looking for something beneficial for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RAV9GI7HEbY/Tmclejy7z4I/AAAAAAAAA08/iRrbsDVF9p0/s512/SCAV1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RAV9GI7HEbY/Tmclejy7z4I/AAAAAAAAA08/iRrbsDVF9p0/s512/SCAV1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A barefooted old man collects items which will provide his family days of survival.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vvXK_yvpRdk/TmclgxrZlZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/7g4HGm-oMWo/s720/scav2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vvXK_yvpRdk/TmclgxrZlZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/7g4HGm-oMWo/s720/scav2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 466px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A young boy smiles proudly as he quantifies his precious collections to his ‘colleague’.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This “career” has no age requirement, pre-requisite course nor any overwhelming qualifications. The only important thing for an individual to enter this business is perseverance, determination, a strong cause why to scavenge and a conscience to know when lines should be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3844138468157980747?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3844138468157980747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3844138468157980747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3844138468157980747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3844138468157980747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/09/scavengers.html' title='Scavengers'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RAV9GI7HEbY/Tmclejy7z4I/AAAAAAAAA08/iRrbsDVF9p0/s72-c/SCAV1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8714092529286205032</id><published>2011-08-29T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:57:11.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Flavors'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K7WkiMaMYhE/Tlu0jrDwqLI/AAAAAAAAA04/RsIkuU2sY7k/s800/choc%252520kiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolates? Kisses? You can have the best of both worlds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting to revive the satisfying &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-katipunan-qc-place-to-be.html"&gt;Katipunan experience&lt;/a&gt;, I ventured again to meet one of my favorite restaurants -&lt;b&gt; Chocolate Kiss&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K7WkiMaMYhE/Tlu0jrDwqLI/AAAAAAAAA04/RsIkuU2sY7k/s800/choc%252520kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 730px; height: 438px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This restaurant (especially the branch they have in Bahay ng Alumni, UP Diliman), has played a big role in the lives and memories of many regular diners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal Favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hickory Baked Spareribs (only P195 with rice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Kiev - love the cream cheese inside each slice of chicken (P205 with rice and veggies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bottomless House tea (only P70) click &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-katipunan-qc-place-to-be.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see their delightful mix-your-own-tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devil's Food Cake (P70/slice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they're a bit underestimated when they claimed (as slogan) that they are "serving the good stuff", because they are serving the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; stuff in the area. Chocolate Kiss, you wouldn't reach 13 years of service if you do not serve the "best". Looking forward to more of your sprouting branches in the metro! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the complete info, you may want to check out their &lt;a href="http://thechocolatekiss.com/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8714092529286205032?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8714092529286205032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8714092529286205032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8714092529286205032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8714092529286205032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/08/chocolate-kiss.html' title='Chocolate Kiss'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K7WkiMaMYhE/Tlu0jrDwqLI/AAAAAAAAA04/RsIkuU2sY7k/s72-c/choc%252520kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7239035461749655190</id><published>2011-08-11T09:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:37:34.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WELL, many call me that. I’m sure my family agrees. I was given to a girl when I was a puppy only a few weeks old. That happened around 2006. And now after 5 years, by their own admission, they would be at a loss to know what to do without me—a sentiment I heartily agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why not? We dogs are loyal to our adopted family to the end. Man cannot say that. We never come home drunk, never get mad, never hold a grudge, and even though you may beat us (which you should never do), a pat on the head will cause our tail to wag and let you know that all is well between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are usually the first to greet you when you come home. I love doing this to Bess every time she returns home. I wag my tail and enjoy it every time she tickles my tummy. As for my bro named Jen, I can pick out the sound of his car from all the others passing by. My family cannot understand how I do this, but it’s easy for me. Neither can they comprehend my ability to pick out their scent from all other people who may have walked by and follow it. For instance, I know if my “Mommy” will go to the market, to the mall, or to ministry. I can tell from her scent and clothes, and she can never lie to me. Another thing, although sometimes I feel a little jealous with the 2-year old baby Mishi, I still love playing with her, kissing her on her chubby cheeks, and enjoy hearing her say “Hello Sharrr-kull!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say I am a pampered dog. I get the best dog food in town (which never ran out – Thanks to my sponsor). My Mommy spoon feeds me most of the time, without missing a dose of vitamins, vaccinations and yummy chews. I’ve got a dog house very much bigger for a small dog like me, showing how my family wanted me to enjoy space and comfort, yet I was in the house most of the time. I was well-groomed with the best fur – thanks to my family’s care. Yes, I am a star in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my life is not all roses. One thing that confuses me is when I’m punished. If, for example, the door of the house is accidentally left open and I run out, I’m angrily called back. Then when I come back I’m punished! Why was I punished for coming back? Once I jumped on the table and ate an entire package of delicious meal. To put it mildly, my family was upset with me. “No Charcoal!” they scolded. No, I didn’t, but I do now. I understand now that the table is out of bounds for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my house I make no distinction in age. My devotion and loyalty are extended to all family members, young or old, strong or not. Sometimes I am pressured because they want be to bark if a stranger tries to get close to our house, but I cant help it. I am a toy dog and I am friendly. I just wag my tail and smile. Yes, I am willing to provide love and companionship, give purpose and meaning at a time when people are lonely. I want to leave a mark in our home. I always tell Mommy, “If you are a bit depressed and need cheering up, I can be the shot in the arm that will bring you out of your loneliness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, since I am barking about our virtues, I must remind you that I am not forever. They say 1 year in a man’s life is worth 7 years of a dog’s. Hmmm.. that makes me thirty-ish! At least I already have legacies (thanks to the beautiful pet of Mommy’s friend, I was able to bring kids into the world). Of course, I may lose my life loving my family and others. But we dogs are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Charcoal died today at around 6:45 AM. He was accidentally hit by a car when he ran out rapidly.I had a difficulty finishing this entry since tears blocked my vision.Charcoal, thanks for almost 5 years of making our home wonderful. You will always be the best pet dog for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LcB1_BaJCRY/TovQmOgAAbI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ACSRz9vyxqY/s720/DSC_0189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LcB1_BaJCRY/TovQmOgAAbI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ACSRz9vyxqY/s720/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 505px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mishi (my niece) playing with our favorite pet dog - Charcoal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7239035461749655190?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7239035461749655190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7239035461749655190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7239035461749655190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7239035461749655190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/08/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LcB1_BaJCRY/TovQmOgAAbI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ACSRz9vyxqY/s72-c/DSC_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4156549664901900990</id><published>2011-07-30T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T21:35:11.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary Sunrise and Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4SDQyBvQEdQ/TjQDKgcHOFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-EsYbWyQqh0/s512/005_sunset%252520and%252520plane.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We may all have &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/captivated-by-sunsets.html"&gt;portfolios of sunrise and sunset snapshots&lt;/a&gt; but there are shots to be treated as extraordinary. Yes, there are once-in-a-lifetime moments that are worth treasuring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HjmZQSoDW18/TjP_R0Ge33I/AAAAAAAAAzE/DXGNY5uThes/s720/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise at 5AM - while everyone else was asleep on-board, we took snapshots of Mr. Sun rising up and diffusing its breathtaking light for the world to have a brand new day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8e3csR6CI8Y/TjP_LY0DZLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EhxKpN-rklE/s512/2sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 512px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clear sky, equally-scattered clouds, perfect timing, strategic location, best seatmates = PERFECT MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4SDQyBvQEdQ/TjQDKgcHOFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-EsYbWyQqh0/s512/005_sunset%252520and%252520plane.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Mr. Sun saying goodbye, solemn clouds looming overhead, ship passing by, great seatmates = &lt;/span&gt;Once-In-a-Lifetime Sunset &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the days to come, we may experience how to be in one with Mr. Sun every time he shows up and says goodbye. But every sunrise/sunset is different. Never will a moment be repeated. So don't just glimpse, but look and be mesmerized by Mr. Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/35537265-4156549664901900990?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4156549664901900990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4156549664901900990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4156549664901900990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4156549664901900990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/07/extraordinary-sunrise-and-sunset.html' title='Extraordinary Sunrise and Sunset'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HjmZQSoDW18/TjP_R0Ge33I/AAAAAAAAAzE/DXGNY5uThes/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7425228208077254894</id><published>2011-07-30T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:23:04.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Love In The Streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The street is not just a venue for chaos and darkness, but is also a setting for positive feelings to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is visibly seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SqKTVj3mW4I/TjPxL0FuP3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/0vq5rDUgTEM/s640/DSC_0730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SqKTVj3mW4I/TjPxL0FuP3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/0vq5rDUgTEM/s640/DSC_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 488px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old couple sharing their “obento” lunch meal, with stories for each other despite hectic schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KvT-FmnJO6U/TjPx-PDfmOI/AAAAAAAAAyo/vRzJeenimzU/s720/DSC_0978.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KvT-FmnJO6U/TjPx-PDfmOI/AAAAAAAAAyo/vRzJeenimzU/s720/DSC_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unmindful of heat and burden, Daddy selflessly carrying little boy to see the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7EhDzd8xvv4/TjPxmdyRx7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/ADQxF6xJAqA/s512/DSC_0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HHWW (Holding hands while walking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QmN7FzOj-OE/TjPxmilX6mI/AAAAAAAAAyk/haXAPFEl6ws/s512/DSC_0231_27.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfort in the arms of significant other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oWLyNRR8I24/TjPv3sy0f_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/DyyrhH6R2us/s912/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 435px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;But avoid too much PDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Disclaimer: I am no paparazzi, but I just find it uplifting to see expressions of love in the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/35537265-7425228208077254894?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7425228208077254894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7425228208077254894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7425228208077254894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7425228208077254894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-in-streets.html' title='Love In The Streets'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SqKTVj3mW4I/TjPxL0FuP3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/0vq5rDUgTEM/s72-c/DSC_0730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8131074365357724626</id><published>2011-07-30T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:59:57.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Let's Drink To That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it wrong to drink alcoholic beverage? The answer is NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Research has shown that moderate consumption of alcohol may have several positive effects on your health:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Relaxing quality - Alcohol has the ability to help one endure distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good for the health – Doctors: “A glass of wine a day helps keep heart disease away.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lAp7UmbpJN4/TjPayQSB5TI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ejU1fRWijsQ/s640/request%252520ni%252520Tita%252520Belen.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 478px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though these benefits should be considered, we should not forget the fact that alcohol certainly does have many negative effects. Many deaths are alcohol-related (either from driving accidents, illness, or even violence). Many lives were even destroyed by alcohol. These negative effects have caused an alcoholic stigma on our society, making others frown over the looks of people holding a bottle of brandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these negative effects occur due to OVERUSE of alcohol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson? Drink responsibly and in moderation. Plus, drink with the right people at the right time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8131074365357724626?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8131074365357724626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8131074365357724626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8131074365357724626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8131074365357724626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/07/lets-drink-to-that.html' title='Let&apos;s Drink To That!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lAp7UmbpJN4/TjPayQSB5TI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ejU1fRWijsQ/s72-c/request%252520ni%252520Tita%252520Belen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1781347747894578545</id><published>2011-07-30T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:22:40.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>What's Your Love Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;After 14 years, they met again. Guy living in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;, while girl used to live in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. And today, they will exchange vows – a lifelong commitment of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Boy met girl. They spent their entire college days as lovers but broke up after graduation. Years passed by and one ordinary day their paths met, making that day start of the most special love story ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Guy let stranger enter the elevator first. Stranger smiled at him. Hours later, guy was surprised to see stranger in his office. Now, stranger is the mother of guy’s cute children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Funny how love stories start and continue making people’s lives colorful. The real-life stories above are cases far from each other but have one common perfect ingredient– selfless love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;What’s your own love story? It may not be a &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-got-married-and-they-lived-happily.html"&gt;perfect fairy tale&lt;/a&gt;, but no matter how simple or complicated love stories may be, I do still believe in the power of selfless love. Distance, time, and differences cannot break down a strong bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Love, love, love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Inspired by my friend’s wedding today, I can’t help but feel romantically-inspired by the portfolio of weddings, pre-nuptial shots and love stories by wedding professionals. Congrats Ate &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ness&lt;/st1:place&gt;! &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I’m sending all the love for you on your SPECIAL DAY! May all the days ahead of you be filled with happiness ever after!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35537265-1781347747894578545?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1781347747894578545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1781347747894578545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1781347747894578545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1781347747894578545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-your-love-story.html' title='What&apos;s Your Love Story?'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1392644632670161901</id><published>2011-07-10T20:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:10:32.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Flavors'/><title type='text'>The Flying Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A much noticeable restaurant in Eastwood Mall, The Flying Pig is a headturner for hungry stomachs walking along the Ground Floor. Almost right across Eastwood’s dancing fountain, this restaurant is a must-try for pork lovers. Inspired by super heroes from famous movies, the theme features “Mr. (and Ms.) Porky” in various costumes – Green Lantern, Superman, The Torch, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though The Flying Pig sounds like an all-pork-lovers-place, it offers leafy and healthy meals such as salads and soups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mw1ZOJGbxMs/TjPkxUkSbYI/AAAAAAAAAxw/g8v8GTDMkp0/s912/The%252520Flying%252520Pig.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must tries: Mr. Pork Sampler (the Hungarian sausage is spicy and yummy) and specialty liempo with 2 types of sauce plus the bagoong rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though pigs don’t literally fly, The Flying Pig will surely amuse, ignite the super hero-aficionado-aspect in you and satisfy your cravings! It will almost make you believe that pigs don't just walk, they fly...and land in your stomachs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you eat at The Flying Pig, you may also order from the adjoining restaurant “Blufish” (belonging to the same owner (which serves seafoods as their specialty).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1392644632670161901?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1392644632670161901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1392644632670161901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1392644632670161901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1392644632670161901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/07/flying-pig.html' title='The Flying Pig'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mw1ZOJGbxMs/TjPkxUkSbYI/AAAAAAAAAxw/g8v8GTDMkp0/s72-c/The%252520Flying%252520Pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-753192494922194471</id><published>2011-06-27T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:27:46.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Don’t Go Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This seemed to be the little boy’s chant as he felt every drop of the refreshing rain on his skin. For tropical countries like the Philippines, June marks the end of the summer season and paves the way for the rainy days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622719551233069922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54zGhotwWl4/TgfppDLkE2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/WXaI23g_O2s/s400/rainy%2Bday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy-next-door playing in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’m sure a lot of people look forward to bidding the intense-37 degree-Celsius heat goodbye, but of course don’t want a catastrophic typhoon like &lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-encounter-of-ondoys-wrath.html"&gt;Ondoy&lt;/a&gt;. The rainy season has its own perks and downfalls, but like the little boy, may we always take time to enjoy the simple pleasures of rainy days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-753192494922194471?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/753192494922194471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=753192494922194471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/753192494922194471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/753192494922194471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Don’t Go Away!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54zGhotwWl4/TgfppDLkE2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/WXaI23g_O2s/s72-c/rainy%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5192419554011661616</id><published>2011-06-20T12:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:28:53.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Nueva Viscaya: The Adventurer’s Paradise (Featuring Prianas Farm and Resort)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This northern jewel reminded us that an idea of paradise doesn't always include beaches and soft sands. It was the cradle of lush mountains, rolling hills, winding rivers and streams that appealed to the adventuresome like us. It was truly a relaxing experience to be up close with nature and its marvels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4kwnLEobGWM/TpU84NnWFpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gZAkMiQjAVs/s720/DSC_0714.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4kwnLEobGWM/TpU84NnWFpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gZAkMiQjAVs/s720/DSC_0714.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a frequenter of the North (including Viscaya), I came to saw this province in a different light. Thanks to Prianas Farm and Resort – a wellness paradise in Masoc, Bayombong, Nueva Viscaya. Prianas Farm is an ideal place to relax, unwind and de-stress with the beauty of nature at its best. It offers a great Biscayan experience! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PqssCOj6nEA/Tj0kly9WMfI/AAAAAAAAAzw/j8tbBna3WAA/s512/DSC_0437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PqssCOj6nEA/Tj0kly9WMfI/AAAAAAAAAzw/j8tbBna3WAA/s512/DSC_0437.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to Prianas Farm!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BcnclwA07Bc/Tj0kVw1m4RI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Yo03ixHzNzk/s720/DSC_0438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BcnclwA07Bc/Tj0kVw1m4RI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Yo03ixHzNzk/s720/DSC_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Such a homey accommodation. Look out of the window and feel at ease.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-C3X9_6p8CuA/Tj0kWhKO-TI/AAAAAAAAAzs/oRM7U82dVLk/s512/DSC_0442.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-C3X9_6p8CuA/Tj0kWhKO-TI/AAAAAAAAAzs/oRM7U82dVLk/s512/DSC_0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You may choose to dine inside...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l6cEhpYk8e0/Tj0k12GU3TI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-ypU_OUbhzg/s512/DSC_0501.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l6cEhpYk8e0/Tj0k12GU3TI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-ypU_OUbhzg/s512/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...but dining outside is even more inviting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qFL3Kqb7INM/Tj0nIaMnrwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/VbaQj0ADa5M/s512/DSC_0521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qFL3Kqb7INM/Tj0nIaMnrwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/VbaQj0ADa5M/s512/DSC_0521.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trailing and plunging into the fresh water spring is a most-loved experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o6u2Nu19V-E/TpU84S7PjpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/SQM9EXZ9BK8/s720/DSC_0753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o6u2Nu19V-E/TpU84S7PjpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/SQM9EXZ9BK8/s720/DSC_0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 473px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The infinity pool offers a natural running fresh-spring water bath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BU2krjzy8hw/Tj0krEcgfgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/EVCaGf0EFw8/s512/DSC_0452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BU2krjzy8hw/Tj0krEcgfgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/EVCaGf0EFw8/s512/DSC_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's even a dip pool for kids.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2z4S6XiMwl8/TpU84Nxgt5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/HgAVaN13po0/s512/DSC_0750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2z4S6XiMwl8/TpU84Nxgt5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/HgAVaN13po0/s512/DSC_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sun bathing or nature bumming?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I_2LIR4IN4Y/Tj0nThtFOII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/2Ef6Vk7BSfA/s512/DSC_0602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I_2LIR4IN4Y/Tj0nThtFOII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/2Ef6Vk7BSfA/s512/DSC_0602.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Health and wellness is really a must, so go for long morning walks on the therapeutic path.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prianas Farm amenities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infinity pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fresh water spring trek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yoga area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mountain top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;therapeutic path&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;activity area - great venue for weddings, team buildings, recollections or any large group gatherings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;log cabin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;herbal garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other tourist spots within the area, which you might want to visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KjMyRz7wykM/TpU-R5gvlZI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Jl6ZBXLkp1U/s512/DSC_0853.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KjMyRz7wykM/TpU-R5gvlZI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Jl6ZBXLkp1U/s512/DSC_0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 502px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ecopark Zone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Pia88T-w4aA/TpU_Xgq2s-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/zs1ji4om_7M/s512/DSC_0920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Pia88T-w4aA/TpU_Xgq2s-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/zs1ji4om_7M/s512/DSC_0920.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 512px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ammungan Festival - Capitolyo (Go boat riding or try the zipline)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For reservations, here are the details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Office Address:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2F VICS Blg., Bayombong, Nueva Viscaya&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tel. No. (078) 805-1829/ (078) 321-2358&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mobile Number: 0917-5720728&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manila Booking: 0917-8016114/ (632) 681-3150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email: prianasfarm@yahoo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Website: www.prianasfarm.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5192419554011661616?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5192419554011661616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5192419554011661616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5192419554011661616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5192419554011661616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/06/nueva-viscaya-adventurers-paradise.html' title='Nueva Viscaya: The Adventurer’s Paradise (Featuring Prianas Farm and Resort)'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4kwnLEobGWM/TpU84NnWFpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gZAkMiQjAVs/s72-c/DSC_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8577658663773116085</id><published>2011-05-10T12:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:45:51.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Rizal Shrine/ Dambanang Rizal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rizal Shrine/ Dambanang Rizal is one of the most-visited tourist attraction in Calamba, Laguna. It is the birth place of Jose Rizal, the Philippine national hero. The original house was destroyed during World War II but was restored and inaugurated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSyQ45ypdhA/TcjAUAj_3JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4jpUWT7L5gU/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSyQ45ypdhA/TcjAUAj_3JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4jpUWT7L5gU/s400/DSC_0425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604941186243484818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rizal Shrine (painted green)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house was painted green in 2009. The new color may have caused a lot of eyebrow-raising, but I understood the reasons why it was painted such:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rizal was an environmentalist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The new color highlights and informs visitors of the meaning of his surname – RIZAL (comes from the Spanish “ricial” which describes a green field ready for harvest) The green hues are meant to honor the memory of the Rizal family and their way of life. (Credits to the tour guide-turned-photographer for this info)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shrine serves as a museum containing memorabilias of Rizal’s earlier childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAye8fkM-Y/TcjBxrnG5bI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ljkSk_K9EAA/s1600/rizal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAye8fkM-Y/TcjBxrnG5bI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ljkSk_K9EAA/s400/rizal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604942795527087538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actual clothes worn by Rizal, the dining room "fan" and the master's bedroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZfBvG8I_7g/TcjGpxDVhQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nfELBg0dzf4/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZfBvG8I_7g/TcjGpxDVhQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nfELBg0dzf4/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604948157106849026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rizal's painting of himself using a mirror to see his reflection (vanity!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BopXB3TKo4/TcjH0it-7bI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/f2UdtmSrq-E/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BopXB3TKo4/TcjH0it-7bI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/f2UdtmSrq-E/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604949441749380530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doll's dress was designed by Rizal as gift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5ZAKwI9Wk/TcjJQOjPKhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MYFIrGMBqMc/s1600/DSC_0377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5ZAKwI9Wk/TcjJQOjPKhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MYFIrGMBqMc/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604951016883563026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rizal's sketch of a "cute" guardia sibil (hehe)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-_TjASVyT8/TcjOTjfigbI/AAAAAAAAAvw/o7uSsnFbHi4/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-_TjASVyT8/TcjOTjfigbI/AAAAAAAAAvw/o7uSsnFbHi4/s400/DSC_0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604956571602944434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful clay pots in the kitchen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the grounds is a statue of the boy Rizal and his pet dog and the lot where Rizal’s parents remains were transferred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_6VwixKlN8/TcjKDbMdqpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/OWMZxHFt28c/s1600/DSC_0423.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_6VwixKlN8/TcjKDbMdqpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/OWMZxHFt28c/s400/DSC_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604951896451033746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rizal and his dog, Braganza (or sometimes called Berganza)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om-xFW8khkc/TcjM51h38qI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TrVXl7-AqCI/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om-xFW8khkc/TcjM51h38qI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TrVXl7-AqCI/s400/DSC_0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604955030256349858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;huts in the garden which used to be his playground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was noticeable that Rizal's family was quite well-off, they live in a house made of bricks (only the rich ones can afford this during their time). I was amazed at the antique and intricate designs of their furnitures, and the place was really spacious for a Filipino family at their time. We all learned about Rizal's life from our school textbooks (it was compulsory), but having touchpoint with his house made me more insightful about his real personality. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visitors can enter the shrine everyday and there’s no entrance fee, but donations are welcome. There are tourist guides who (upon request) will elaborate Rizal's childhood days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you visit Laguna, go ahead and take a stop at this educational place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8577658663773116085?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8577658663773116085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8577658663773116085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8577658663773116085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8577658663773116085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/05/rizal-shrine-dambanang-rizal.html' title='Rizal Shrine/ Dambanang Rizal'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSyQ45ypdhA/TcjAUAj_3JI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4jpUWT7L5gU/s72-c/DSC_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5613929499515164442</id><published>2011-05-10T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:38:03.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Flavors'/><title type='text'>Conti's Culinary Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZTG2Dy2aFY/TciwmmHvJWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fw1XrXWXWGE/s1600/contis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conti's - Home of Culinary Treasures, a place that brings family and friends together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes their slogan, expressing their stand in the food and culinary industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so Conti's offers various delectable dishes and culinary masterpieces to choose from - great appetizers, pastries and cakes, pastas, entrees, and other fabulous treasures for the palate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a frequent visitor of Conti's, I am a fan of their delectable seafood and beef entrees, and never finishes my meal without an indulging slice of cake as dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZTG2Dy2aFY/TciwmmHvJWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fw1XrXWXWGE/s400/contis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604923913377097058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conti’s at Nuvali Solenad&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; (Italian Supreme Pasta and Mango Royale Salad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwxtjElSBo4/TciyYd1uN1I/AAAAAAAAAuw/xdVZktJiyCU/s1600/contis2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwxtjElSBo4/TciyYd1uN1I/AAAAAAAAAuw/xdVZktJiyCU/s400/contis2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604925869659141970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Bananalicious Pie and Seafood Au Gratin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For more info, you may visit their &lt;a href="http://www.contis.ph/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5613929499515164442?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5613929499515164442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5613929499515164442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5613929499515164442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5613929499515164442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/05/contis-culinary-treasures.html' title='Conti&apos;s Culinary Treasures'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZTG2Dy2aFY/TciwmmHvJWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fw1XrXWXWGE/s72-c/contis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5780848825540961239</id><published>2011-05-04T15:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:40:15.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Curly Tops…PERManently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For women, hair is generally more than just hair. For every inch/strand, there’s a corresponding value – the years of love and care we put into growing it, flaunting it, and making this crowning glory look its best. But there are times when we really have to do exploratory styles with our tops and even do risky changes and cuts to see what’s best fitted to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I say goodbye to boring straight hair and say hello to curly tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq3oADepz_c/TcD-lE5io0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ak763oGPRqM/s1600/P1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq3oADepz_c/TcD-lE5io0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ak763oGPRqM/s400/P1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602757849372599106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;just 15 minutes under this machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tip: If you are looking at getting a perm, I suggest you're best off going to a Korean or Japanese hair salon, since the technology originated in that part of the world, and given the sheer number of unhappy straight-fine-haired Asian ladies out there, East Asian hair stylists have by now perfected the digital perming technique to a fine art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clips and Trims International Co. Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: Unit 101 Residencia 888 Bldg., Amethyst St., corner Pearl Drive, Ortigas Pasig City (beside Tektite and Octagon)&lt;br /&gt;Contact Number: 687-6352&lt;br /&gt;Look for Cindy (the kind Korean owner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DRFWSRiFjA/TcD-5asNSwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0W1szJEn8C0/s400/P2_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602758198819638018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Process takes about 3 hours – faster than hair rebond and not painful at all. First, you have to undergo the Korean haircut (meticulously done by senior stylist to ensure perfect layers and curl figure). Afterwards, treatments shall be applied. You’re hair shall then be processed using flexible hot rods with temperature regulated by a machine, which has a digital display, hence the name. With the machine, depending on the size of the curling barrels you chose, your hair can be either curly, wavy like spaghetti, or simply full of body. (I chose big curls for my hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices depend on the salon, but Clips and Trims offers it for:&lt;br /&gt;Php 3000 – Digital Perm (minimum)&lt;br /&gt;Php 4500 – Package (with treatment, Korean haircut, and Glossing Fluid Essence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syf2pDDGgo0/TcECRMvx_aI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FQfyw5GZAro/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syf2pDDGgo0/TcECRMvx_aI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FQfyw5GZAro/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602761905928273314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get this organic styling fluid essence (made up of brown rice) with the package.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7A2uupk9uM/TcD_Q0DGBLI/AAAAAAAAAso/eu1HpiLie_M/s1600/PERM.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7A2uupk9uM/TcD_Q0DGBLI/AAAAAAAAAso/eu1HpiLie_M/s400/PERM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602758600763507890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The new Korean girl (just kidding..that's me!) with &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cindy (the Korean owner) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7A2uupk9uM/TcD_Q0DGBLI/AAAAAAAAAso/eu1HpiLie_M/s1600/PERM.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what are you waiting for?&lt;div&gt;Time for you to get permed and get gorgeous stylish waves with just a twirl of your finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5780848825540961239?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5780848825540961239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5780848825540961239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5780848825540961239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5780848825540961239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/05/curly-topspermanently.html' title='Curly Tops…PERManently'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq3oADepz_c/TcD-lE5io0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ak763oGPRqM/s72-c/P1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4450443383757544567</id><published>2011-04-17T14:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:08:02.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Even Cameras Need a Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Camera or Lens Repair? SLR cleaning? I have long looked for shops offering this service, but one service shop put my search into an end. Scanning the streets of Palanca and Hidalgo in Manila, I accidentally came across this shop specializing in camera repair, cleaning and vintage parts inspection. It was a few steps away from the well-renowned Mayer and Henry’s Photo Shop (suppliers of SLRs in the metro). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; After some chit-chat with Mr. Karlo (enjoying free photography tutorials as well),I found out that he was one of the privileged 2 Filipino photography experts sent abroad for training. He used to work for Columbia in SM Megamall, and is now using his skills and expertise to work for Shurdun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the benefit of photography aficionados, here are the details: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shurdun Camera Repair Shop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Address: 709 R. Hidalgo St., Quiapo Manila&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Landmarks: left side of the street if you exit from SM, beside Megacolors &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karlo – 09224644644 (you may inform him that you got his details in BESS photoblog)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rates (may vary depending on extent of damage): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• SLR cleaning (including fungus removal) – P1000&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; • Lens Repair (repair of broken/chipped off lenses plus any damage) – P1000 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rates are negotiable (I was given a P500 discount!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please take note that you may have to leave your camera/lens for a few hours or overnight to have it repaired. Grateful I was spared the cost of buying a new SLR/lens. Thanks Shurdun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shurdun means sure done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-4450443383757544567?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4450443383757544567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4450443383757544567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4450443383757544567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4450443383757544567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-cameras-need-remedy.html' title='Even Cameras Need a Remedy'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4555475003547725279</id><published>2011-04-03T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:59:00.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Inspire Me, Oh Ants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In nature, “staying alive is as much about bonding with your neighbors as it is about growing and reproducing.”—“Liaisons of Life.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yI9E18qgtCU/TZh811ALIiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xi6M_UwRmrI/s400/ants.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591356201583190562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ants are a model of cooperation, industry, and order, often working together to drag home objects much larger than themselves. Some ants will even assist injured or exhausted members of the colony back to their nest. In view of these traits, it is little wonder that Solomon chose ants as a model for us to imitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Go to the ant, you lazy one; see its ways and become wise.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Proverbs 6:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend is about to come an end. Dear ant, let thee be my model when the week starts. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-4555475003547725279?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4555475003547725279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4555475003547725279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4555475003547725279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4555475003547725279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspire-me-oh-ants.html' title='Inspire Me, Oh Ants!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yI9E18qgtCU/TZh811ALIiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xi6M_UwRmrI/s72-c/ants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8920755835066775827</id><published>2011-04-03T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:40:04.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Flavors'/><title type='text'>The White Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aedE-OLiZM/TZh4M4k05SI/AAAAAAAAAsA/X4R7wh1oMkI/s1600/wh2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aedE-OLiZM/TZh4M4k05SI/AAAAAAAAAsA/X4R7wh1oMkI/s320/wh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591351100121081122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touted as “Italian frozen yogurt”, White Hat was one of the early players in the local froyo field, and still remains as one of the best. White Hat has a sharp, tart taste that takes some getting used to if you’re not a big fan of frozen yogurt, but is absolutely addictive once you’re hooked. Toppings include a host of fresh fruits and nuts. You may want to try my favorite - a combination of blueberries and kiwi plus a twist of oreo cheesecake. ;) Even on its own, the froyo is excellent. A serving costs around P85, plus P30 for additional toppings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8920755835066775827?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8920755835066775827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8920755835066775827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8920755835066775827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8920755835066775827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/04/white-hat.html' title='The White Hat'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aedE-OLiZM/TZh4M4k05SI/AAAAAAAAAsA/X4R7wh1oMkI/s72-c/wh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-2415708490486408533</id><published>2011-01-14T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:45:56.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Care to Go to the Mall?</title><content type='html'>The mall serves as one of the most-frequented destinations of people of all ages. It is the venue where you can shop for the finest treasures; satisfy your palate given diverse choices of restaurants, hang-out with buddies, or even savor me-time moments while roaming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the mall is also the venue where awkward situations happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Looking at the exquisite display of accessories in front of you – the accessories you’ve been dying to have; impelling you to take a look, draw closer, and closer and closer and….THUD! (good thing glass didn’t break)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Sitting on a mall couch between a timid guy and a silent girl for a few minutes when suddenly, the girl cries and nags at the boy. After a minute, girl blurts out “Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again.” The boy replied; “OK. If that’s what you want.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Withdrawing money from the ATM, when you accidentally pushed the zero button too hard showing “50,000” instead of “5,000” on the screen. Someone behind you shouted “Lagpas po kayo ng daily transaction amount!” (turned out to be the bank’s security guard)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Trying out a great dress when saleslady sees you in the fitting room. She curiously asks “Ilang buwan ka na buntis Ma’am?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Looking for the perfect pair of undies (bra and panty combination) when the salesperson approach you and said, “What size, maam?” Speaking to you is a 6-footer hunk with a mischievous smile on his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Looking for a nice dress in a shop when the saleslady saw your picture in your company ID (which is currently hanging on your neck) then exclaimed “Ang ganda niyo dito Ma’am! Parang ang layo sa hitsura niyo ngayon! Sa bagay, meron na sa computer diba ma-eedit yung picture.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Witnessing a couple doing PDA (public display of affection) acts, then the girl suddenly asks the guy “How’s your wife?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Paying for your grocery bill at the cashier, the cashier personnel asks “May SM Advantage card po? (Loyalty card which credits points for certain transaction amount). Before you shook your head, the woman behind you said “Eto meron! Eto na i-swipe mo!”; then gives the loyalty card to the cashier.&lt;/p&gt;Yes, mall experience can be thrilling or fun and awkward situations can prove to be memorable, too. I’m sure you have more situations like this. Please. Feel free to share/comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-2415708490486408533?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/2415708490486408533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=2415708490486408533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2415708490486408533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2415708490486408533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2011/01/care-to-go-to-mall.html' title='Care to Go to the Mall?'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1812644118302007522</id><published>2010-12-16T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:20:06.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>A Jellicious Growth of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Defying the common Botany books that say that ‘a plant needs the right blend of sunlight, water and air in order to grow’; I now hereby declare that a plant needs jellies and water to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes jellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main necessity for a special sprout called “Magic Jelly Plant”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friend left for Singapore, she gave me this token to serve as the symbol of our friendship. It’s not just a mere souvenir, but a token that requires care and attention. Like friendship that needs time and effort in order to flourish, this jelly plant needs to be taken care of in order to grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551191841280503346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TQnLkXOSLjI/AAAAAAAAArM/JB1n78aD2E8/s320/DSC_0678.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magic jelly is a ‘soil and water’ substitute for indoor plants, It has a capacity to absorb water and release water. Being non toxic and translucent, it can prove to be a great home décor. It is made up of water-absorbing polymer that expands over 400% - such a great way to reduce watering and irrigation frequency for houseplants by providing a reserve supply. Caring for it requires minimal effort. You just have to wash the jellies every 3 to 4 days (ensuring plant has proper moisture) and that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I won’t be able to beat Jack and his beanstalk, I’m still determined to grow my pink jelly plant and the memories attached to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1812644118302007522?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1812644118302007522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1812644118302007522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1812644118302007522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1812644118302007522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/12/jellicious-growth-of-friendship.html' title='A Jellicious Growth of Friendship'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TQnLkXOSLjI/AAAAAAAAArM/JB1n78aD2E8/s72-c/DSC_0678.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7900211334405800998</id><published>2010-12-16T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:14:15.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Friend (Last 16 Nights)</title><content type='html'>Every time the year comes to an end, people get overwhelmed with stuffs to accomplish before the 365-day-closing period. This can be translated to multiple parties here and there, shopping madness, holiday leaves, heavy traffic, reunions, and so the list goes on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But simple as it may seem, there is one thing I never take for granted – my beloved planner.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit it. My happy-go-lucky friends may roll their eyes on me, but yes, I so love planners. In fact I keep various planners in a year – my favorite theocratic planner (helps me manage ministry and theocratic schedule), business planner, and a private online planner (I update from time to time to input milestones in life, which proves to be very useful every time I want to reminisce so I can just toggle on the Search button and find a memorable event in history).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt dramatic as the last week of December approaches, since you know that you have to replace your about-to-get-obsolete planner for the closing year? Your companion since January 1st, the steward of all your secret rendezvous, keepers of memorable notes, and the everyday confidant will now be replaced with a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t feel that way, forgive my drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, thanks for the empathy, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s mid-December. Planners of all sizes and shapes are already out in the market.Go ahead, grab one and enjoy the privilege of organizing and managing topsy-turvy life.But of course, don’t be too boxed up in your schedules because you can’t plan everything. Life is full of surprising events. Enjoy the planner but be sure to make some room for the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 2010 Planner: 16 nights to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7900211334405800998?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7900211334405800998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7900211334405800998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7900211334405800998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7900211334405800998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-friend-last-16-nights.html' title='Goodbye Friend (Last 16 Nights)'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-9089327098439311447</id><published>2010-12-06T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:46:04.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>A Raw Post</title><content type='html'>110 years of service to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;But wait...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to QA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TPxN8fqyOdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tvl44xYml7k/s1600/Raw+or+Row.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547394542702049746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TPxN8fqyOdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tvl44xYml7k/s320/Raw%2Bor%2BRow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I will still be an avid reader of your paper. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-9089327098439311447?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/9089327098439311447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=9089327098439311447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/9089327098439311447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/9089327098439311447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/12/raw-post.html' title='A Raw Post'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TPxN8fqyOdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tvl44xYml7k/s72-c/Raw%2Bor%2BRow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6127618653048934769</id><published>2010-11-24T18:49:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:12:33.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Survivor Mode in Bicol – Caramoan Islands, CWC and the rest of Cam Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxkR81zwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fpQBmE1gHTc/s1600/64.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you’re the adventurous type, wants to explore virgin islands, plus willing to be a “survivor” in places much isolated from home; then Bicol is the place to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicol is the home to Camarines Sur - which houses the  becoming-well-renowned Caramoan Islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I’ve been told  great things about Caramoan. Called the Philippines’ Secret Paradise,  the island group in Cam Sur has a lot to be proud of: pristine shores of  powdery sand (untouched unlike Bora), crystal-clear waters of teal and  indigo, an aesthetically appetizing assortment of marine life and  delicacy, an adventurous encounter of mid-sized cliffs and caves, and  islands made for you to admire in awe and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always game  to experience these statements firsthand, we set off for Caramaoan.  Boarding a 45-minute plane from Manila to Naga, I was psyched to have  the time of my life. You have to undergo a long trek – van ride to the  port, an almost three-hour boat ride to Guijalo port, and a 20-minute  ride to Julia Villana.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxLYs4iTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Qj0Kr6-DO0I/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxLYs4iTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Qj0Kr6-DO0I/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543070419297798450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"they finished before the fall of dusk..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzut8Vsn3I/AAAAAAAAApA/dyY6tLbNWOE/s1600/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzut8Vsn3I/AAAAAAAAApA/dyY6tLbNWOE/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543067714444894066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lahuy Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvJBMG4HI/AAAAAAAAApY/pIUIc3VYOMc/s1600/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvJBMG4HI/AAAAAAAAApY/pIUIc3VYOMc/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068179603316850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pristine shores&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxkR81zwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fpQBmE1gHTc/s1600/64.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxkR81zwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fpQBmE1gHTc/s320/64.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543070846982409986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indulge in a sugar rush experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxFZdOKaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TIEEo6r82yg/s1600/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxFZdOKaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TIEEo6r82yg/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543070316421327266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matukad&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxvA8J-OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ptxaMiMnQ20/s1600/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxvA8J-OI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ptxaMiMnQ20/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543071031394695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another boat ride?&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxVr6i0vI/AAAAAAAAAqY/of6HSSYl5QA/s1600/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxVr6i0vI/AAAAAAAAAqY/of6HSSYl5QA/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543070596254061298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor's tribal council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Always be ready to be carried by local boys on their shoulders whenever you “dock”, because there’s actually no docking point in the so-called ports. Of course, handing over a P5-service fee per head  (or more) will make them beam with energy.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzwdTW6sCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NLVWh9_XiDg/s1600/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzwdTW6sCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NLVWh9_XiDg/s320/09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543069627589505058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ready, lift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramoan trip is never complete without a visit to these islands:&lt;br /&gt;1.Lahuy Island&lt;br /&gt;2.Sabitang Laya&lt;br /&gt;3.Hunungan Bay&lt;br /&gt;4.Emerald lagoon in Matukad Island&lt;br /&gt;5.Gota Cave&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzu6RJ6rwI/AAAAAAAAApI/OJ2ZQHbN_us/s1600/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzu6RJ6rwI/AAAAAAAAApI/OJ2ZQHbN_us/s320/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543067926191058690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gota Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Caramoan isn’t the luxury lounging type of beach I used to, but it’s just what I need – a place that forces me to get under my skin and over myself.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzverqDHGI/AAAAAAAAApo/dCHO76Bt9YM/s1600/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzverqDHGI/AAAAAAAAApo/dCHO76Bt9YM/s320/profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068551780441186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvTuJemrI/AAAAAAAAApg/4hn5ZugP7Dk/s1600/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvTuJemrI/AAAAAAAAApg/4hn5ZugP7Dk/s320/44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068363470576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Cone of Mayon Volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to Naga, we visited CWC. Cam Sur Watersports Complex, the favorite venue for most events, is the perfect place for sports-oriented individuals. If wakeboarding is your thing (or even for those who want to try), then CWC offers the perfect venue. An approximately 20-minute ride from CWC is SM Naga, the place where you can buy pasalubongs.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvyuh4OMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/VYx7xP0Vqoo/s1600/53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvyuh4OMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/VYx7xP0Vqoo/s320/53.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068896148863170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CWC poolside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvqOAEOoI/AAAAAAAAApw/kg-a-zBFt7E/s1600/60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvqOAEOoI/AAAAAAAAApw/kg-a-zBFt7E/s320/60.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068749978155650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To wake board or not?&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvACZRmkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DD-RW7o4Oc4/s1600/65.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzvACZRmkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DD-RW7o4Oc4/s320/65.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068025308158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just in time for a series of events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I looked out of the window after boarding the plane, I bid Bicol goodbye with a pang of sadness since I’ll be missing this secret paradise. But somehow, I smiled because here with me is a luggage full of unforgettable memories and adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6127618653048934769?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6127618653048934769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6127618653048934769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6127618653048934769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6127618653048934769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/11/survivor-mode-in-bicol-caramoan-islands.html' title='Survivor Mode in Bicol – Caramoan Islands, CWC and the rest of Cam Sur'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzxLYs4iTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Qj0Kr6-DO0I/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1124714219773359412</id><published>2010-11-24T18:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:49:09.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Northbound Sceneries</title><content type='html'>Hours away from home, we set off to the north and arrived at one of our destinations – BOLINAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming to be Boracay of the North, Bolinao’s strip of land offers numerous resorts and hotels much to the delight and convenience of tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting Bolinao, this time we went to Puerto del Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some snapshots of the place.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzqGVB1TYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FkOC_LxsBxw/s1600/DSC_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzqGVB1TYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FkOC_LxsBxw/s320/DSC_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543062635831184770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inviting pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzqucrKgcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qES0yrLdPnI/s1600/DSC_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzqucrKgcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qES0yrLdPnI/s320/DSC_0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543063325078356418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ready for a relaxing massage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzrAYxt7UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-0EAGRYjRX8/s1600/DSC_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzrAYxt7UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-0EAGRYjRX8/s320/DSC_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543063633269747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dewdrops on the flora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzrOz8rZII/AAAAAAAAAog/q88XiFNQJns/s1600/DSC_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzrOz8rZII/AAAAAAAAAog/q88XiFNQJns/s320/DSC_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543063881081644162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canoe and sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzra63uKJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/IUXSUwRgYHU/s1600/DSC_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzra63uKJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/IUXSUwRgYHU/s320/DSC_0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543064089098332306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nightview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzruek80YI/AAAAAAAAAow/6_Y4UNU8OUk/s1600/DSC_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzruek80YI/AAAAAAAAAow/6_Y4UNU8OUk/s320/DSC_0989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543064425100792194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ultimate jacuzzi experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzsBQMfetI/AAAAAAAAAo4/1cmF_1hZHRo/s1600/DSC_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzsBQMfetI/AAAAAAAAAo4/1cmF_1hZHRo/s320/DSC_1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543064747657624274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green, green grass of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited our old friend, the Lighthouse in Patar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzp12WFOWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/259tUgLFDsg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzp12WFOWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/259tUgLFDsg/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543062352716708194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerto del Sol could have been a great resort, but the personnel are not so friendly to tourists and I do not suggest swimming in their beachfront during low tide. For those who want to visit Bolinao, I suggest you go to &lt;a href="http://treasuresofbolinao.com/"&gt;Treasures of Bolinao&lt;/a&gt; – perfect sceneries, strategic beachfront location and friendly staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/treasures-of-bolinao.html"&gt;Click here to compare with Treasures of Bolinao snapshots during our last visit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puertodelsol.com.ph/"&gt;Puerto del Sol's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1124714219773359412?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1124714219773359412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1124714219773359412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1124714219773359412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1124714219773359412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/11/northbound-sceneries.html' title='Northbound Sceneries'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TOzqGVB1TYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FkOC_LxsBxw/s72-c/DSC_0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1739625226134073639</id><published>2010-09-14T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:26:02.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Normi “Heard” It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Normi, my 56-year old Bible student who is a true meek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516604910301683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TI7q8Ay1H7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/N6fKZaFiKDY/s320/04092010536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her poor eyesight, she is an industrious student who prioritizes studying the Bible despite many chores. She selflessly cares for her old mother who cannot walk and she has the initiative to serve their relatives wholeheartedly. A woman with a noble heart, she always beams at me every time she learns something new; and laughs wholeheartedly whenever she forgets last week’s lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing makes her stand out from the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hearing-impaired, plus, she is illiterate (is not very familiar with alphabets and numbers).&lt;br /&gt;Since birth, she wasn’t able to enjoy the gift of hearing life’s melodious music. But this doesn’t prevent her from hearing the word of God. She makes every visit to her place a memorable one for she always welcomes visitors and teachers like us with her sweet smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being shy is one of the major traits of a hearing-impaired individual and most deaf run away from people whenever they are given attention. But not Normi. Eagerness to learn is seen in her eyes and she bravely tries her best to mingle with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of studying with an illiterate hearing-impaired is really quite a challenge. It’s like teaching a 2-year old kid the fundamental ABCs. But the effort is all worth it; for I know that time will come when Normi will reap great fruits of her labor. Soon, she will be able to hear the music of everlasting life in God’s new world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to Normi and her family’s blissful condition in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1739625226134073639?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1739625226134073639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1739625226134073639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1739625226134073639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1739625226134073639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/09/normi-heard-it.html' title='Normi “Heard” It'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TI7q8Ay1H7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/N6fKZaFiKDY/s72-c/04092010536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6914658376869320039</id><published>2010-06-22T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:01:23.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Burgoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a unique experience in Burgoo; which other restaurants do not have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is undeniably proven that Burgoo serves mouth-watering recipes for people of all ages to satisfy their craving palate. But a unique experience in Burgoo is the use of a large sheet of paper as substitute for tablecloth. Also present is a wooden receptacle with crayons so diners can express themselves through sketches, doodles and other works of art while waiting for the food to be served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waiter also introduces himself and writes his name on the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TCCV0Sa-PjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nUfbjfS5J9Q/s320/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mishi, my niece, revealing her artistic side. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TCCXM9zYh8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/X_3-lQIU6V8/s320/08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better way to express love... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The Barn” a former resto in Katipunan (infront of Miriam College) also provides this experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6914658376869320039?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6914658376869320039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6914658376869320039' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6914658376869320039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6914658376869320039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/06/burgoo.html' title='Burgoo'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TCCV0Sa-PjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nUfbjfS5J9Q/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3773794641180332050</id><published>2010-06-09T19:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:40:04.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Camaya Coast</title><content type='html'>"Life is breathtakingly simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;http://www.camayacoast.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some snapshots during our Camaya Coast trip.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-AU7bLZmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7sqR8Y573po/s1600/01cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480740368570607202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-AU7bLZmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7sqR8Y573po/s320/01cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Boating exclusively for Camaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-A6Bg0DtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/AvdbkD73mto/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480741005860015826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-A6Bg0DtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/AvdbkD73mto/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;top view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-BYiGI5kI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SkIsNdJ5QCw/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480741530002581058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-BYiGI5kI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SkIsNdJ5QCw/s320/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;resthouses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-EO0Nyn3I/AAAAAAAAAms/Y6AKhv65tqY/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480744661602705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-EO0Nyn3I/AAAAAAAAAms/Y6AKhv65tqY/s320/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;care for a trek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-DCRqMEQI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AezH2z5P9ug/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480743346656514306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-DCRqMEQI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AezH2z5P9ug/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cross the stilts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-DlAmzu0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/FPRfFCby-80/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480743943374355266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-DlAmzu0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/FPRfFCby-80/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;or cross this inflatable moving "bridge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-DySOsOkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9PWxClVx0NI/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480744171443337794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-DySOsOkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9PWxClVx0NI/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Feast for a king!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3773794641180332050?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3773794641180332050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3773794641180332050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3773794641180332050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3773794641180332050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/06/camaya-coast.html' title='Camaya Coast'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA-AU7bLZmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7sqR8Y573po/s72-c/01cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-133437251634218773</id><published>2010-06-09T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:41:02.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Tying the Knots</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I used to see weddings as occasions when you can put on your most elegant dress, enjoy sumptuous food, and dance-your-heart-out with friends and relatives. Weddings gave me a chance to play “he loves me-loves me not” on petals of bridal bouquets, spread icing on my playmate’s face and pose for the cameraman to take snapshots of blissful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered walking down the aisle as a flower girl for less than ten times and as a bridesmaid for more than 5 times. I cherished these moments because back then, I believe that being part of the entourage is a great opportunity to make the wedding-of-a-lifetime successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, weddings have a deeper impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest wedding I attended was that of my friends, Jason and Haidee; held at Club Balai Isabel, Batangas. Aiming for a dream wedding everyone wants to have, they exchanged their vows after a marvelous sunset and partied the night away with butterflies (literally) also celebrating with the blissful crowd.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA98vROqUsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PNGjLlFPU7c/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480736423053775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA98vROqUsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PNGjLlFPU7c/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sunset ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA99ym_K3_I/AAAAAAAAAls/jBzzw5GPMEE/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480737579945615346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA99ym_K3_I/AAAAAAAAAls/jBzzw5GPMEE/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;overjoyed groom and bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA989Y1RgvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pNFZn6J4vPQ/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480736665612944114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA989Y1RgvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pNFZn6J4vPQ/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;exchange of vows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA9-wSbvKZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lXPMm4204mg/s1600/36b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480738639580178834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA9-wSbvKZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lXPMm4204mg/s320/36b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sumptuous dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I see weddings now as a more solemn occasion inspired by love and lifelong commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I now cherish during weddings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø bride walking down the aisle with that teary-eyed-with-joy-look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø groom awaiting his long-waited bride march towards him with a smile of triumph and awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Parents hysterically parting with their offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Exchange of vows ( I listen to every word they said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ø Tips and advices of the officiating minister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I see not just the tangible part of weddings anymore – venue, food and merrymaking. I see the warmth of emotions and commitment. I see the tying of 3 cords – husband, wife and God. I see sacrifice, trust, love and the start of a new chapter in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-133437251634218773?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/133437251634218773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=133437251634218773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/133437251634218773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/133437251634218773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/06/tying-knots.html' title='Tying the Knots'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/TA98vROqUsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PNGjLlFPU7c/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3842909128350576970</id><published>2010-04-28T09:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:12:02.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Taming the Tiger in Zoobic Safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wildlife adventure awaits you in Zoobic Safari (Subic). For only P449, you can explore the wild on a 3-hour tour plus experience being chased by tigers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get a chance to visit the natural habitat of tigers, crocodiles, rodents, and experience how it is to be up close and personal with wildlife and Aetas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park is open 8AM to 4PM daily. For more details, you may check the &lt;a href="http://www.zoobic.com.ph/"&gt;Zoobic Safari website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots of our adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465002116189157394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eWeEg2eBI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sfZvpP9Lv0Q/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ready to enter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465005857496207874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eZ3199kgI/AAAAAAAAAks/0e0EvhsZhqM/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt; You have to pay P50/head for this ride to take you from one section to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465007644493693922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9ebf3DXQ-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/qdNqV8oD-P4/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be entertained by an animal show featuring dogs, monkeys, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465010449409761826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eeDILd4iI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dX93PBuK3o4/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Up close and personal with hungry tigers - Feed them with chicken or let them chase after you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465011500511333234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9efAT1nC3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/nncwQ8xXHQg/s320/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Get a feel of the Aeta community - their dance, history and culture; plus have pitures taken with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465012646479708130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9egDA5wv-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Zk6l0m4FZ7I/s320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Explore other wildlife - serpents, crocodiles, rodents, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465014902050455554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eiGTjvAAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/V_Xzt15qrpo/s320/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To test your courage, have your picture taken with a live "baby" tiger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So experience the wild, go to Zoobic Safari for adventure. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3842909128350576970?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3842909128350576970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3842909128350576970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3842909128350576970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3842909128350576970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/04/taming-tiger-in-zoobic-safari.html' title='Taming the Tiger in Zoobic Safari'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eWeEg2eBI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sfZvpP9Lv0Q/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7997735309294312824</id><published>2010-04-28T09:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:44:10.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Striking Zambales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you want to go out of town and enjoy the beach without travelling too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zambales is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An almost 2-hour ride from Manila, Zambales offers a venue for relaxation, adventure and bonding with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing with you striking shots taken in Zambales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464997399966093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eSLjNpkiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OB7DV6VtvBM/s320/06DSC_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Zamba Silhouette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464992517085339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eNvVEKHvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/F2yzn8IEdxw/s320/01DSC_1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;a time for meditation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464993028088849970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eONEs45jI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ePITOLq-Jfc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunrise Leap for Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464993501947562834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eOop9nC1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/IqMjFN4dImI/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cabalan beach sunset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464994556645278274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9ePmDBJAkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YtMHEixz7yY/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;flora in zambales mountains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7997735309294312824?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7997735309294312824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7997735309294312824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7997735309294312824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7997735309294312824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/04/striking-zambales.html' title='Striking Zambales'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S9eSLjNpkiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OB7DV6VtvBM/s72-c/06DSC_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5092933317811632201</id><published>2010-04-23T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:09:27.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Hanging Out with My Fifteen Year-Old Self</title><content type='html'>Inspired by an article in mentalfloss.com, this entry is my answer to the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you went back in time and had lunch with your 15 year old self, what about the current life would be most surprising to the younger you? Where would you eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-on-one with the 15-year old me in McDonalds, I could see myself beaming at this cute teenager with expressively attentive eyes gazing intently at me, as if I were a mentor. I’d smile at her and let her share her stories of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my turn to talk comes, I’d tell her that she has just started life. There is more to be discovered and I’d advise her not to be overwhelmed by what she’d experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and naïve as she may look, I know deep down that she has a lot of potentials. I’d tell her to continue studying hard for this will be a stepping stone to a good life ahead. She’d be happy to hear that her choice of college school and course would prove to be beneficial for her. She would also be elated to know that her family and friends would be proud of her when she graduated from HS and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d tell her to continue loving her mom, for she will be the greatest support and companion for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever she’d ask about love life, I’d tell her not to focus on it first. The person she might think is right for her at that time is actually not the one for her. I’d tell her not to entertain guys at an early age for the man suited for her will appear at the right time. I’m sure she’d giggle and would want to hear more of this, but I’d just give a piece of advice and let her figure out for herself.&lt;br /&gt;As I watched her take a bite of the cheeseburger, I’d commend her for her genuine heart and kindness to all. I’d motivate her to pursue her goal to serve God full-time and that she’ll attain it for sure. She’d be excited to hear that it would be one of the happiness moments in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’d tell her to treasure the time with certain childhood friends, for they’d be separated after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d warn her that not all people are as transparent as she is. Some would be cunning and some would be hypocrites; so she should be ready when facing the ‘real’ world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she’d be entertained to hear me talk about how she would survive a ‘great flood’ in her home place, travel in wonderful places, and meet different people. I would not go into the very details for I want her to figure out all the happenings by herself. She’d also blush when I’d tell her that I know every little secret she has, but I’d give her a pat in the back and say “You’ve been a good girl. Keep it up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’d be different to part from this once-in-a-lifetime moment with this special girl, but before we part ways, I’d hug her tight and say “10 years from now, you’ll be more matured. Unexpected things will happen, but I know you’ll learn a lot from it. Yes, 10 years from now, you’d be able to experience meeting your younger self.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5092933317811632201?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5092933317811632201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5092933317811632201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5092933317811632201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5092933317811632201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/04/hanging-out-with-my-fifteen-year-old.html' title='Hanging Out with My Fifteen Year-Old Self'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7778867709738272219</id><published>2010-03-23T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:43:40.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Summer’s Not for Me!</title><content type='html'>It’s summer time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go for a swim and enjoy the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know that not all people enjoy the sun as we do.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some individuals just say “Summer’s Not for Me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heliophobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heliophobia (Greek word “helios”, meaning sun) is a condition which afflicts a lot of people and this hinders them from staying out exposed to this big ball of fire. The heliophobic individual may also be fearful of any bright light. People coping with this phobia may cover themselves completely prior to going outside or will avoid going outside at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heliophobic feels that intense exposure to the sun is extremely dangerous and may cause skin cancer. Thay may also have experienced severe sunburn in the past or have seen the negative effects of exposure to the sun, causing morbid fear of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they enjoy summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6i2SzAenrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qoLrcH6-kTI/s1600-h/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6i2SzAenrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qoLrcH6-kTI/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451807782978100914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night swimming is an alternative to swimming outdoors exposed to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a good resort and enjoy the company of family and friends as you do those backstrokes while gazing at the luminous moon and stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6i3CEjTloI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hNCtP6Q5Fgs/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6i3CEjTloI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hNCtP6Q5Fgs/s320/DSC_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451808595141432962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limitations cannot hinder us from enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any heliophobic out there? Go night swimming! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7778867709738272219?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7778867709738272219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7778867709738272219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7778867709738272219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7778867709738272219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/03/summers-not-for-me.html' title='Summer’s Not for Me!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6i2SzAenrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qoLrcH6-kTI/s72-c/DSC_0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5294897814388039431</id><published>2010-03-23T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:28:53.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>‘Naturific’ Summer</title><content type='html'>Being an avid lover of sunset and sunrise, I always consider it a breathtaking moment to see the wonderful hues of Mr. Sun scatter into the vastness of space. Add to that the whispering stories of the trees, the trickling breeze from the water, and the soft touch of the wind on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6izg0PufLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nCzKn4ox7VY/s1600-h/DSC_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6izg0PufLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nCzKn4ox7VY/s320/DSC_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451804725293776050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to get away from noisy city and spend time with nature.&lt;br /&gt;Nature provides a setting for meditation and to be closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you feel stressed-out, take a break and have a "naturific" day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5294897814388039431?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5294897814388039431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5294897814388039431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5294897814388039431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5294897814388039431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/03/naturific-summer.html' title='‘Naturific’ Summer'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S6izg0PufLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nCzKn4ox7VY/s72-c/DSC_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8118327267934056027</id><published>2010-02-28T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:19:38.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Obscured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nsoY_pZRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2WImQp_I8RE/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are various reasons why the sun can't shine through - a gigantic lighthouse blocking the way and tangled branches that want attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is just for a specific time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that the hour will come when the sun will shine brightly and will be obscured no more.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nsoY_pZRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2WImQp_I8RE/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nsoY_pZRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2WImQp_I8RE/s320/lighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443141803302282514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cape Patar, Bolinao&lt;/span&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/35537265-8118327267934056027?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8118327267934056027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8118327267934056027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8118327267934056027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8118327267934056027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/obscured.html' title='Obscured'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nsoY_pZRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2WImQp_I8RE/s72-c/lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5232171319540679383</id><published>2010-02-28T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:41:00.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Look of Innocence</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, a look of innocence is all it takes to create an impression of peace and serenity.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nlOiJIu7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pe4US-UAWsk/s1600-h/mishi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nlOiJIu7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pe4US-UAWsk/s320/mishi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443133662500010930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mishi (my niece) and the look of innocence&lt;/span&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/35537265-5232171319540679383?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5232171319540679383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5232171319540679383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5232171319540679383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5232171319540679383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-of-innocence.html' title='Look of Innocence'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nlOiJIu7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pe4US-UAWsk/s72-c/mishi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5445820688866642553</id><published>2010-02-28T10:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:04:40.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Sketched</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my stuffs, when I stumbled upon this sketch.&lt;br /&gt;It was given to me by 2 thoughtful Japanese girls.&lt;br /&gt;They were observing me during a gathering and decided to do a minute-made sketch of the me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I'll look like if I were Japanized. ;)&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4ncsDoznpI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7AF9wcFrZvI/s1600-h/Jap+drawing+of+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4ncsDoznpI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7AF9wcFrZvI/s320/Jap+drawing+of+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443124274102771346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sketch drawn on my cup and given as a remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5445820688866642553?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5445820688866642553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5445820688866642553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5445820688866642553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5445820688866642553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/sketched.html' title='Sketched'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4ncsDoznpI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7AF9wcFrZvI/s72-c/Jap+drawing+of+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-2561547314841139568</id><published>2010-02-28T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:50:45.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Smoothie, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nZgy2-9OI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LK9Z-a9mFSY/s1600-h/09_Carribean+smoothie+for+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who can resist this smoothie in the scorching heat of summer?&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nZgy2-9OI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LK9Z-a9mFSY/s1600-h/09_Carribean+smoothie+for+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nZgy2-9OI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LK9Z-a9mFSY/s320/09_Carribean+smoothie+for+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443120782085387490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carribean smoothie - Pizza Hut Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-2561547314841139568?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/2561547314841139568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=2561547314841139568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2561547314841139568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2561547314841139568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/smoothie-anyone.html' title='Smoothie, Anyone?'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nZgy2-9OI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LK9Z-a9mFSY/s72-c/09_Carribean+smoothie+for+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3663905521094618969</id><published>2010-02-28T09:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:17:43.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Flowery Fun</title><content type='html'>Flowers never fail to amaze us.&lt;br /&gt;Flora-rama photography additional shots for my gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nDIilvNnI/AAAAAAAAAic/DHD7pYSVGE0/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nDIilvNnI/AAAAAAAAAic/DHD7pYSVGE0/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443096176145413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh rose in bloom&lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nDoJXUJAI/AAAAAAAAAik/EVQ15PKab74/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nDoJXUJAI/AAAAAAAAAik/EVQ15PKab74/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443096719129846786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the rain&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nD5UKjZwI/AAAAAAAAAis/HU-uaBgTSDs/s1600-h/flora+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nD5UKjZwI/AAAAAAAAAis/HU-uaBgTSDs/s320/flora+lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443097014086887170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sprout near the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on blooming, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3663905521094618969?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3663905521094618969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3663905521094618969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3663905521094618969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3663905521094618969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowery-fun.html' title='Flowery Fun'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4nDIilvNnI/AAAAAAAAAic/DHD7pYSVGE0/s72-c/DSC_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-160602056655159161</id><published>2010-02-21T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:43:42.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pie</title><content type='html'>Who says vegetables are bitter and not appetizing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let the pumpkin pie speak for itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to taste this nutritious yet yummy dessert when a friend baked for us. After a serving, I asked what it is and was surprised to know that it was made of PUMPKINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that pumpkin pies are traditional desserts in North America and they serve it during special times of the year.  Another recipe for ladies out there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4DVtN8RA7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/MqxGbk-srow/s1600-h/pumpkin+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4DVtN8RA7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/MqxGbk-srow/s320/pumpkin+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440583322676822962" 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/35537265-160602056655159161?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/160602056655159161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=160602056655159161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/160602056655159161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/160602056655159161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/pumpkin-pie.html' title='Pumpkin Pie'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S4DVtN8RA7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/MqxGbk-srow/s72-c/pumpkin+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-318473064283605543</id><published>2010-02-17T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:51:25.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>A Bowl of Goto Made an Impact</title><content type='html'>A chilly Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a busy traffic of people hurrying to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to our Kingdom Hall (place where we hold our Christian meetings) when I saw a big-eyed kid staring at the Goto stand in the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every order of goto, the child’s eyes followed the bowl given to each customer. His mouth watered as he saw customers finish their orders with great gusto. The smell of goto filled his nostrils as if inviting him to eat and pacify his grumbling stomach which hasn’t been fed the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goto vendor saw him. Irritated by the soiled appearance of the kid, she started to shout and shooed him off as if he was a stray animal. The child moved a few steps away from the Goto stand. Fuming, the vendor walked over to the kid and spanked him with a stick shouting that he is preventing customers from buying goto because of his foul smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it was not a good sight. The violence and disheartening words of the vendor echoed in my ears and I wanted to walk away so as not to witness the frightening sight. Suddenly, something unlikely happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer walked over to stop the vendor from harassing the child. She ordered 2 bowls – 1 for the kid to eat and 1 for him to take home. The goto vendor, humiliated, was forced to give the kid the order. The Samaritan customer even said to the vendor, “Keep the change and next time, do not discriminate these kids. They deserve respect as humans.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced that there is still goodness in people’s hearts, I made a promise that I’ll always keep this lesson of benevolence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a bowl of goto made an impact on how I see the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-318473064283605543?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/318473064283605543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=318473064283605543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/318473064283605543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/318473064283605543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/bowl-of-goto-made-impact.html' title='A Bowl of Goto Made an Impact'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5928481460855101805</id><published>2010-02-03T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:41:15.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Feather and Murder</title><content type='html'>After witnessing the “murder” of a poor chicken (again), I promised myself that I will never own any poultry business.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2lqx2tUX2I/AAAAAAAAAhs/h0drTgLiX-c/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2lqx2tUX2I/AAAAAAAAAhs/h0drTgLiX-c/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433991830130941794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the "act"&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2lslS-PTkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HKYKWgs68Bo/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2lslS-PTkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HKYKWgs68Bo/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433993813403061826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"victim + weapon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire advocates who support ethical treatment of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up for &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/about/index.asp"&gt;PETA&lt;/a&gt;!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2ltJgIlF0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/f9WAO9-OYE0/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2ltJgIlF0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/f9WAO9-OYE0/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994435411384130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to smile,dear!&lt;/span&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/35537265-5928481460855101805?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5928481460855101805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5928481460855101805' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5928481460855101805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5928481460855101805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/02/feather-murder-no-ever.html' title='Feather and Murder'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2lqx2tUX2I/AAAAAAAAAhs/h0drTgLiX-c/s72-c/35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3752515928646560783</id><published>2010-01-31T14:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:10:20.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of Silhouettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2UdvroLgiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F4zQUA5guWE/s1600-h/sil3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2UdvroLgiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F4zQUA5guWE/s320/sil3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432781230494679586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A representation of how pitch black can complement with diverse colors, a silhouette creates a story out of the shapes and figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson from silhouettes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the darkness of light, life continues to tell a story and a tinted background is always present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be always in the limelight, sometimes you convey strong ideas even if you’re obscured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you think you have a ‘silhouetted’ and ugly life, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silhouette is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2Uc0PXfnXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3GiCrboCnsc/s1600-h/sil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2Uc0PXfnXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3GiCrboCnsc/s320/sil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432780209296219506" 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;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2UdFa3NKKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/cMnageN7ZWM/s1600-h/sil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2UdFa3NKKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/cMnageN7ZWM/s320/sil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432780504439793826" 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/35537265-3752515928646560783?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3752515928646560783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3752515928646560783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3752515928646560783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3752515928646560783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/01/beauty-of-silhouettes.html' title='The Beauty of Silhouettes'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/S2UdvroLgiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F4zQUA5guWE/s72-c/sil3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5016771956676332982</id><published>2010-01-14T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:31:04.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Security Guard Story</title><content type='html'>I had a bad experience with a security guard in one of the buildings in Ayala.&lt;br /&gt;In order to protect the building management, I removed name of the building and the guard.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this entry is to keep you guys on guard and be aware of the protocols of proper security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing with you the Incident Report I filed to the Property Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Sir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to file a complaint against one of the security guards in the building premises, namely ______. I experienced his improper and physically-harassing behavior this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a few minutes before 8AM when I entered _____ building with a happy and positive attitude. I was wearing a personal ID, since my company ID is still not available, as advised by HR. I had been working for ______ for more than 3 months, and my company ID is still in the process of being released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then came the disaster. He asked me where I was going and I replied that I’m going to ______, Nth Floor. He required me to register, but I responded that there was no one in the reception and the delay waiting for the person-in-charge would cause my tardiness. I walked straight to the elevator and was about to enter it, when 2 strong hands locked my upper body – one stretched in front and the other stretched in the back, as if hugging me with outstretched hand. Thus I was trapped between his big body and the cold wall. Alarmed and surprised, I struggled and told him to let me go. He forcefully refused to let go and this went on for 5 seconds. He even left his post on the building entrance letting other people enter just to do this to me in the elevator door. Giving up, I gave my ID and registered. But I asked him to come with me to the management or to our HR so I can explain my predicament, and he replied disrespectfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I: Anong pangalan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guard: Eto oh! Hindi mo ba nakikita! (arrogant tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel strongly harassed and humiliated by this security guard. It was a horrible incident and it affected my work performance, also feeling that the building premises of ____ were not safe already. Although there are ____ security guards who are respectful and friendly, this was not the first time I heard and saw a disrespectful and rude security guard in this building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Security guards from other buildings observe the ID rules, but they are respectful and do not physically torture the building tenants. We are willing to abide by the rules of the building premises, but please do not allow these guards to verbally and physically harass the tenants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping for your immediate response and action on this matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Action:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Building Property Manager delegated proper handling to the Security Head.&lt;br /&gt;The Head and the security guard himself visited me in the office to apologize, stating that he was supposed to be until 10PM only, but he extended overtime until 8AM. (excuse) They were both apologetic for the harsh mishandling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone's info, it is a protocol that after we have identified our destination company and floor, security guards SHOULD NOT leave their post to run after us, more even PHYSICALLY struggle with us. What's more, a six-footer tall man with a heavy build should never verbally and physically harrass a lady who doesn't look suspicious at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was advised to raise it to our Legal Department to terminate the guard's employment, but I don't want that to happen. The sight of his wife and children suddenly flashed in my mind. In the end, we ended up shaking hands, and him saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngayon mam natatandaan ko na mukha mo, hindi na kita haharangin.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5016771956676332982?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5016771956676332982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5016771956676332982' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5016771956676332982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5016771956676332982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2010/01/security-guard-story.html' title='Security Guard Story'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8250056258448948666</id><published>2009-12-15T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:04:58.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Kid Logic</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I have reasoning which my parents find it hard to argue with. They just laugh at me as if I was a clown; while in my young mind I declared such statements with all sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my kid logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    My mom was in a rush moving heavy things and I was blocking the way.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Bess, Tabi ka, Huwag ka humarang sa daanan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Bess (with all due respect): Bakit po? Daanan ko din naman ito ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    I broke one of our fragile displays in the living room. It was a glass figurine of a girl holding a bouquet of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (jokingly): Hindi ka kasi nag-iingat. From now on, ikaw na ang iddisplay namin sa display rack kapalit ng nabasag na girl figurine.&lt;br /&gt;Bess (bursting into tears): Sorry na po. Hindi ko po sinasadya. Please, huwag nyo ko idisplay baka mangawit ako. Tsaka, paano po pag nagutom ako? Sorry na..Huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    My mom showed me a sparkling 25 centavo coin.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ito ay ‘bente singko’&lt;br /&gt;Bess: ‘Bentsing-MO’ yan mommy? Bakit ikaw lang ang may bentsing? Gusto ko din ng ‘bentsing-KO’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes some of my kid logic. I know you've got more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8250056258448948666?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8250056258448948666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8250056258448948666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8250056258448948666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8250056258448948666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/12/kid-logic.html' title='Kid Logic'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8580646576983802683</id><published>2009-12-13T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:16:33.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Travel is a Struggle No More</title><content type='html'>Everyday is a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the feeling when you have to endure the long queue of people waiting for the shuttle/FX to come by and load multiple rushing passengers? Have you experienced being squeezed by unnerving people inside a vehicle? Add to that the heavy traffic along EDSA and the long duration of travel time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t experienced these, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, almost 90% of those who go to work everyday experience these struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, this is unavoidable. So, instead of ruining your mornings and entering the office with that distorted look on your face because of these, take time to accomplish things during the morning rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Bring out the bookworm in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a good book or listen to audio books. Little would you notice that you have already finished reading a great book. Audio books are great for you can rest your eyes while getting the feel of a dramatic read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. Groove to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on those IPods or MP4 players and groove to the music. Or you could  choose to be sentimental and listen to heartwarming music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. Longing for conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in to RX 93.1- Chico and Delamar’s The Morning Rush or Magic 89.9’s Good Times with Mo, Mojo and Grace Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Sleep – Just make sure you wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended site - &lt;a href="http://www.jw.org/"&gt;Click here for downloads.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to download new articles of magazines, books or even listen to audio recordings of the books of the Bible. Plus the Kingdom Melodies (MP3 format) enlightens the spirit and seems to purify my mind. Please feel free to visit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you travel to work, you’ll barely notice the struggle anymore. You’ll just realize you’re already in your destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy trip everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8580646576983802683?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8580646576983802683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8580646576983802683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8580646576983802683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8580646576983802683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/12/travel-is-struggle-no-more.html' title='Travel is a Struggle No More'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6197310285687999767</id><published>2009-11-18T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:07:29.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>…Or Else I Will Unfriend you</title><content type='html'>Funny how Mr. Webster becomes left behind by the techy-savvy individuals who come up with new vocabularies (and new culture) in the fast-paced cyberspace everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as not to be innocent in the jargons of social networking sites, we need to update ourselves with new cyber knowledge a little everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance &lt;a href="http://technology.inquirer.net/infotech/infotech/view/20091117-236727/Unfriend-is-New-Oxford-American-word-of-the-year"&gt;New Oxford American word of the year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unfriend"&lt;br /&gt;This means deleting someone as a friend on a social network such as Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And this, ladies and gentlemen, is declared New Oxford American word of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for reading this blog entry. I assure you I won’t “unfriend” you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6197310285687999767?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6197310285687999767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6197310285687999767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6197310285687999767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6197310285687999767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/11/or-else-i-will-unfriend-you.html' title='…Or Else I Will Unfriend you'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-53518827637348871</id><published>2009-11-17T20:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:23:31.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Manny Pacquiao</title><content type='html'>Whenever it is his game, the world seems to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the World Olympics but reaches CNN.&lt;br /&gt;He is not from Hollywood, but is well-renowned throughout the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy people are, they stop to witness his flight and share his passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top politicians would spend a fortune to be with him in his battle.&lt;br /&gt;Others make it a social gathering, even renting out high-end places to be united in cheering out for him.&lt;br /&gt;The crime rate falls down to a big percentage. (great!)&lt;br /&gt;Businesses freeze for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy traffic is never a problem on his scheduled game. (almost no traffic at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird as it may sound, but Manny Paquiao, branded as the Philippines’ Pambansang Kamao, seems to invade a wide expanse of admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his recent fight with Cotto, even the waiters serving us in a restaurant requested us to allow them to watch the fight first. It would be futile if we ordered beforehand, for no one would cook the food. Cooks were engrossed in front of the TV sets. We ended up eating lunch at 2:00PM. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus for the first time, in my entire life, I was able to watch a boxing game in full.&lt;br /&gt;But what thrilled me most was the energy of the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKiBYc4bgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zR-TYb-7S8g/s1600/pacman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKiBYc4bgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zR-TYb-7S8g/s320/pacman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405060647425175042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fathers forgot that they were carrying their children as they shouted and punched the air with their fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKjZ-FD3TI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tswvNzlwIDk/s1600/bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKjZ-FD3TI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tswvNzlwIDk/s320/bamboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062169354296626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKis2ry9AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/E0Zij8y9Pfc/s1600/pacman8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKis2ry9AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/E0Zij8y9Pfc/s320/pacman8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405061394275169282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Women shrieked and jumped off their chairs admiring his every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKiUnSb6NI/AAAAAAAAAgY/5ehyELWU_gQ/s1600/pacman5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKiUnSb6NI/AAAAAAAAAgY/5ehyELWU_gQ/s320/pacman5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405060977825409234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foreigners forgot all about racial differences and cheered with Filipinos shouting “Me-nee! Me-nee! I love Pekyew!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKi8tECGbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_J_c8hJ6tBQ/s1600/pacman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKi8tECGbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_J_c8hJ6tBQ/s320/pacman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405061666570377650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sales and services stopped for 36 minutes (12 rounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is that “PACMAN” has, he has the ability to make the world focus their eyes on him for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is, unbelievably, exceptional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-53518827637348871?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/53518827637348871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=53518827637348871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/53518827637348871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/53518827637348871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/11/manny-pacquiao.html' title='Manny Pacquiao'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwKiBYc4bgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zR-TYb-7S8g/s72-c/pacman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8901361630110268937</id><published>2009-11-15T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:56:42.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>A Picture of Warmth and Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwAVE607aHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8CskuKVdefY/s1600-h/DSC_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwAVE607aHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8CskuKVdefY/s320/DSC_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404342727099508850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise and Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was taken one early morning before I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Mishi (my 4-month-old niece) was waiting for my mom to walk her around in her stroller.&lt;br /&gt;The captivating warm ray of sunrise was enough to capture a scenery of warmth, a new generation and a new hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8901361630110268937?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8901361630110268937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8901361630110268937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8901361630110268937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8901361630110268937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-of-warmth-and-hope.html' title='A Picture of Warmth and Hope'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SwAVE607aHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8CskuKVdefY/s72-c/DSC_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6896036334309957351</id><published>2009-11-09T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:00:12.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Best Beauty Secret</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why some people are always blooming and always have that radiant glow on their faces? Have you wondered why after association with some people, you feel refreshed, pampered and beautified? Why is it that some have beauty that is timeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not here to endorse a specific beauty product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to share the bess, I mean, best beauty secret. :P&lt;br /&gt;This has been tested and proven by a lot of individuals and multiple testimonies were already released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beauty secret which everyone should know is being happy.&lt;br /&gt;What you are is a reflection of what you feel beyond the emotional and physical care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing the mind is equally as important.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to look ageless, you should love to constantly learn.&lt;br /&gt;When you learn, you become confident with wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty needs confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, remember that ‘charm may be false, and prettiness may be vain”, but the spiritual aspect of an individual should be nurtured. When we love God, everything follows, we love our neighbor, we have peace of mind, and life is full of love and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty comes from within and is reflected on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, undeniably, the BEST beauty secret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6896036334309957351?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6896036334309957351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6896036334309957351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6896036334309957351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6896036334309957351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-beauty-secret.html' title='The Best Beauty Secret'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7266046424290121278</id><published>2009-11-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:56:23.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>GOODy Today</title><content type='html'>1.    Offered an old woman my seat while riding the MRT&lt;br /&gt;2.    Brought home “pasalubong” for my mom as a symbol of gratitude for her selfless management of our household and for taking care of us&lt;br /&gt;3.    Refrained from snapping back at an irritated lady waiting for the queue of cab passengers&lt;br /&gt;4.    Visited a troubled Bible student and listened to her concerns for a long time&lt;br /&gt;5.    Assisted a 10-year old neighbor in doing her Math homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I hit the sack, I say a prayer and think of all the good things I have done for the day. I reflect on the day’s activities and try to see if I had been good even for a single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish and traditional as it may seem,but these simple thoughts may give inner peace and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,try it. Purify your mind by being a GOODY today.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7266046424290121278?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7266046424290121278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7266046424290121278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7266046424290121278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7266046424290121278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/11/goody-today.html' title='GOODy Today'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7659559496802744306</id><published>2009-11-08T21:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:53:53.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Eastwood Experience</title><content type='html'>For those who want to have the ultimate chill-out experience, go to Eastwood City in Libis, Quezon City. Without the hassle of heavy traffic along EDSA and so many people in the business districts, Eastwood City provides its visitors various relaxing activities to choose from.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbUohKIxOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eSQlCwPNO5Q/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbUohKIxOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eSQlCwPNO5Q/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738595638232290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moonlight on Eastwood&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbRPClNZ1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/3UKWOBBpRNo/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbRPClNZ1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/3UKWOBBpRNo/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401734859398670162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veranda&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbVRWA2aYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/obiAkKw_Mik/s1600-h/chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbVRWA2aYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/obiAkKw_Mik/s320/chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401739297021127042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feast on various restaurants and bistros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbQfftydBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xk4NJilJW2Y/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbQfftydBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xk4NJilJW2Y/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401734042585560082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stroll around parks and malls. Or even bring your pets for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbR8PKaNYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FoGLLxVuIWQ/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbR8PKaNYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FoGLLxVuIWQ/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401735635870037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try the Eastwood Cinema Ultra 7 - the only one with complimentary drinks and a large bucket of popcorn.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbSYOv965I/AAAAAAAAAfM/PHZF-gOl9B4/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbSYOv965I/AAAAAAAAAfM/PHZF-gOl9B4/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736116795468690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy regular events – car shows, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbT81M_y5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/54I0KitTiKw/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbT81M_y5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/54I0KitTiKw/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737845104692114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbURNT-liI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rutg_GVnMIE/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbURNT-liI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rutg_GVnMIE/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738195173807650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never leave Eastwood without catching a sight of the real-man-statue that moves when you drop money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbWChcdF4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/HNWJ9SZkQDw/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbWChcdF4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/HNWJ9SZkQDw/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401740141903288194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you long for a bonding get-together with friends and families, try out Eastwood City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7659559496802744306?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7659559496802744306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7659559496802744306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7659559496802744306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7659559496802744306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultimate-eastwood-experience.html' title='The Ultimate Eastwood Experience'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SvbUohKIxOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eSQlCwPNO5Q/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3761376634526124468</id><published>2009-10-31T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:31:19.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>A Few Days with Toni</title><content type='html'>I finally met her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice I regularly hear over the telecon is now a reality.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from Malaysia, Toni Lee is s picture of regional authority, corporate experience and innovation.&lt;br /&gt;She has that drive and passion for work which influences everyone to get off to their feet, roll up their sleeves, and have another roll of scrutinizing on their tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Intimidating and stern as she may seem, Toni showed us a different side of her and inculcated in our team lessons of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some general tips which you may find interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    You cannot go for a thousand-mile-leap immediately, go for baby steps first.&lt;br /&gt;2.    In the football field, don’t keep the ball dribbling on your feet, kick it out.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Due diligence!&lt;br /&gt;4.    Do not leave any stone unturned.&lt;br /&gt;5.    Avoid casting stones, take responsibility of your accounts.  &lt;br /&gt;6.    No matter how extremely busy and highly important an individual is, she has the chance to have a fetish for colored gel pens or a craving for cheese-flavored biscuits. Even these simple things can motivate an executive to word hard. ;)&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SuuvToixAmI/AAAAAAAAAek/hghoKF34EIM/s1600-h/DSC_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SuuvToixAmI/AAAAAAAAAek/hghoKF34EIM/s320/DSC_0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398601330169283170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toni poses for a shot. Cool! ;)&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/35537265-3761376634526124468?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3761376634526124468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3761376634526124468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3761376634526124468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3761376634526124468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-days-with-toni.html' title='A Few Days with Toni'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SuuvToixAmI/AAAAAAAAAek/hghoKF34EIM/s72-c/DSC_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5411498803401291195</id><published>2009-10-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:13:01.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>The Ironies of Love</title><content type='html'>Admit it. Romantic love can be the all-encompassing source of peace, contentment and euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it can be the most painfully-slashing sword, the most crippling accident, or the most agonizing disaster in life. No matter how hard we try to close our eyes, we will still see and feel the ironies of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. You love a person with all your heart, but that person doesn’t seem to notice you and (with all rights) cannot (and will not) love you back.&lt;br /&gt;   2. There are people who love you so much and are willing to give everything they have for you, yet you tend to go for the one who gives you complications in life.&lt;br /&gt;   3. He/she loves you. You love him/her. It all seems perfect between the two of you, but a superior factor contradicts – family, culture, religion, society, etc.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Distance separates two binding hearts. For a lot of reasons, you and your partner have to be separated by oceans and time zones.&lt;br /&gt;   5. You finally find the perfect life partner, but life takes a different course. The love of your life acquires health problems and death takes it toil.&lt;br /&gt;   6. You give everything for the one you love, become the most caring and sweetest partner, and become the almost-perfect-lover for him/her; yet your partner suddenly wants to wrapped in the somebody else’s arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how ironic love is, we still take chances and risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love, unselfishly and all-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we find out that the ironies of love can all be ironed out…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5411498803401291195?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5411498803401291195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5411498803401291195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5411498803401291195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5411498803401291195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/ironies-of-love.html' title='The Ironies of Love'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-2920429798916131922</id><published>2009-10-24T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:57:49.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Perks of Being a Bum</title><content type='html'>1.    Sleep without limits – Wake up without the sound of an irritating alarm clock demanding you to wake up so as not to be late. Have the luxury of eating breakfast leisurely.&lt;br /&gt;2.    “Holidays &amp;amp; weekends, what are they?” – You don’t have to keep track of non-working days that much because you have a ‘flexible’ schedule. Weekdays and weekends seem to be very much the same.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Worry-free – Life is simply happy and carefree. No need to worry about complex projects, boring meetings, eye-straining reports, confusing databases and interaction with irate businesspeople.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Heavy traffic during rush hour is never a problem! You don’t have to battle with rushing passengers during 7AM and 6PM; and be stressed out in the long queue of passengers.&lt;br /&gt;5.    The word “domesticated” now applies to you. You learn to love HOME and spend quality time with family. For those who are helpful, household-chore-skills are thoroughly enhanced – doing the laundry, cooking, taking care of kids, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Blissfully active social life. Great!&lt;br /&gt;7.    Knowledge Enhancement – A lot of time to read, practice your passion (like music, photography, etc.), and engage in sports.&lt;br /&gt;8.    Trips and Travels – Instead of being secluded in the four walls of the office, you can go for LONG getaways! Go to Palawan, Cebu, Bohol, or even out of the country without hassle!&lt;br /&gt;9.    Bountiful time for spiritual things – more time for personal research and bible studies, return visits and support to other publishers. No limits to the voluntary work!&lt;br /&gt;10.    More time to make blog entries like this. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who says that bum life is boring? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When will I experience all these things again? Whew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the bums out there, enjoy this period! ;)&lt;br /&gt;To the working peeps, cheer up! Work has perks, too. (LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-2920429798916131922?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/2920429798916131922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=2920429798916131922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2920429798916131922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/2920429798916131922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/perks-of-being-bum.html' title='Perks of Being a Bum'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5305454613537199380</id><published>2009-10-18T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:47:35.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Along the Streets of Ayala</title><content type='html'>Heavy traffic is a normal happening and it is one of the busiest thoroughfares in Metro Manila.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is always rushing and busy with a a smell of smoke butts from sophisticated smokers on the building doors. Yes, imagine a corporate life of frequent rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life in Ayala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Avenue runs through the heart of Makati's central business district. No wonder it has that kind of atmosphere. But the good thing is, it has an ambience of career growth, professionalism and a dynamic nature. You just have to get used to that kind of lifestyle. You have to cope with all these things without losing your passion and priorities in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some cityscapes taken during a night photowalk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Stsp0Udyp9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/IJH8wcUJCdg/s1600-h/ayala+with+jeep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Stsp0Udyp9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/IJH8wcUJCdg/s400/ayala+with+jeep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393950957529901010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StsqDTnOOZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Z5SFg62GEUs/s1600-h/PBCOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StsqDTnOOZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Z5SFg62GEUs/s400/PBCOM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393951214999058834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PBCOM Tower, the tallest building in the Philippines. It serves as the headquarters of two Philippine banks, the Philippine Bank of Communications, of which the building's name owes it to, and East West Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5305454613537199380?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5305454613537199380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5305454613537199380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5305454613537199380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5305454613537199380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/along-streets-of-ayala.html' title='Along the Streets of Ayala'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Stsp0Udyp9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/IJH8wcUJCdg/s72-c/ayala+with+jeep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8760759539741579825</id><published>2009-10-13T19:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:58:01.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Nights in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Tokyo, the capital of Japan is a busy and bustling city all throughout the day. But the amazing highlights in Tokyo are the buildings and lights ;) Truly a good setting for the Tokyo drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy admiring the views, checking out the shops, and listening to my tour guide Dad; thus I was able to click only a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots taken during my nights in Tokyo ;)&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRkpHWJiWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CeTsV9T2Wz0/s1600-h/colorful+lanterns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRkpHWJiWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CeTsV9T2Wz0/s400/colorful+lanterns.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392045311378688354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colorful Lanterns along Kawasaki shopping malls&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRlPVGgr7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/uewpP-8Ct5Q/s1600-h/violet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRlPVGgr7I/AAAAAAAAAdc/uewpP-8Ct5Q/s400/violet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392045967906222002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Cita Della Fountain and Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRmnXjdXII/AAAAAAAAAdk/k32Ds4NuPRE/s1600-h/kawasaki+nikko+hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRmnXjdXII/AAAAAAAAAdk/k32Ds4NuPRE/s400/kawasaki+nikko+hotel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392047480392998018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikko Hotel&lt;/span&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRnVt-z0jI/AAAAAAAAAds/dScDhjOVzfA/s1600-h/Tokyo+Drift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRnVt-z0jI/AAAAAAAAAds/dScDhjOVzfA/s400/Tokyo+Drift.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392048276687278642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Drift&lt;/span&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRn2WpYyHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Tt8zFKpxT2w/s1600-h/Manila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRn2WpYyHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Tt8zFKpxT2w/s400/Manila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392048837359093874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Filipino Restaurant - Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRpCphluwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/D1fPqFEQ6dQ/s1600-h/parking+lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRpCphluwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/D1fPqFEQ6dQ/s400/parking+lot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392050148096719618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parking lot and multiple skyways&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRppG3arSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/pEa9WP2U97s/s1600-h/band.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRppG3arSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/pEa9WP2U97s/s400/band.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392050808807927074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free band shows on the streets ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to explore in Tokyo, and I hope to experience more of it next time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8760759539741579825?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8760759539741579825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8760759539741579825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8760759539741579825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8760759539741579825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/nights-in-tokyo.html' title='Nights in Tokyo'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StRkpHWJiWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CeTsV9T2Wz0/s72-c/colorful+lanterns.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-919328670717355153</id><published>2009-10-10T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:55:26.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Bus Moves</title><content type='html'>I ride the bus on an occasional basis, yet one of these rides proved to be an extraordinary experience. I sat behind the driver – one of the safest places in a vehicle. My place was near the window for I don’t want to be bothered by passing passengers who accidentally bump those sitting at the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A respectable-looking guy sat next to me. He had this ‘corporate’ look and he looked presentable enough. I was occupied with the crossroads outside for I don’t want to miss my destination, when suddenly this guy looked at me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, “Hi miss. Excuse me. May I ask you a favor? Please read this message for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He extended his hand and showed me a text message on his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alarmed for he might be one of those “dugu-dugu gang” (whatever they are called) who deceive people in order to rob them. I ignored him ad pretended not to hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he said “I need your help. Pls. read this message for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity and somewhat willing to help (for he might be having an eye defect), I glanced a bit at his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Miss. May I know your name? BTW, I’m Ivan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I learned to love the MRT. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-919328670717355153?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/919328670717355153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=919328670717355153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/919328670717355153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/919328670717355153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/bus-moves.html' title='Bus Moves'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6238516218246408075</id><published>2009-10-10T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:05:17.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Road Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StCRmxaw0_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/RE8eN8PJDwY/s1600-h/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StCRmxaw0_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/RE8eN8PJDwY/s400/accident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390968849249129458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, 4th of October, we were able to witness a vehicular accident along Katipunan, QC.&lt;br /&gt;Going home from our Circuit Assembly, we passed along this scenario. Not prepared for this scene, I wasn't able to adjust the settings and just took this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was wounded for she was wearing no helmet at all. Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So for motorists out there, please add extra care while driving, especially if you value your passengers and your life. Riding a motorcycle is double the danger than riding a car. Wearing a helmet is very much necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all be careful. Life is so precious to just go into waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6238516218246408075?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6238516218246408075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6238516218246408075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6238516218246408075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6238516218246408075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-watch.html' title='Road Watch'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/StCRmxaw0_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/RE8eN8PJDwY/s72-c/accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-24826284395272185</id><published>2009-09-29T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:39:48.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>My Encounter with Ondoy</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, our hometown Marikina served as the bull’s eye for Ondoy’s wrath. In just a few hours, our place (Tanong, Marikina City - which is just infront of the gravely damaged Provident Village) turned into a gushing mud-filled river with extremely fast torrent that carries trucks, carabaos, and even frantic people into destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that I am still here with fingers rattling on the keyboard, alive except for bruises and wounds on my hands and feet. Let me relay my encounter with Ondoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 26, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30PM &lt;/span&gt;– I was upstairs gazing out of the window when I saw the floodwater flowing on the streets. I heard my mom shouting in panic that floodwater is rapidly moving towards us, so I went down and helped moving things. I just grabbed the AVR and wires of the PC when I saw water rushing inside the house! That’s how fast the water came in!&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG9osdYgcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/x7ULcnR5wf8/s1600-h/01_gate1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG9osdYgcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/x7ULcnR5wf8/s400/01_gate1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386795136138641858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside our gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; – We managed to save some significant things – TV sets, PC, laptop, important documents, etc. But the ref, gas range, and other equipment were left floating in floodwater. =( Ondoy’s wrath harshly poured non-stop and our ground floor was submerged in floodwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;– Our whole family was at the 2nd floor hoping and praying that the rain will stop. Panic struck me when I heard that no rescue teams were present during that time for they cannot cross the strong current. I prayed fervently that our lives be saved, especially my 4-month-old niece, Mishi.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG912NVvrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aXeVqp-qTXU/s1600-h/03_bye+bye+gate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG912NVvrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aXeVqp-qTXU/s400/03_bye+bye+gate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386795362094005938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more gate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and car&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 nearby dams were opened resulting in heavy flow of flashflood in Marikina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; – We lost hope that the rain would subside, thus we decided to evacuate to a higher place – our neighbor’s 2nd floor for it has a way to a 4-storey house. It was almost getting dark, so we decided to go. With the help of kind-hearted individuals, we crossed the slippery roof leading to the way of safety. (I hope.) I told myself ‘Don’t ever look down, if you don’t want to see the gushing mud water and fall off the roof.’ With all the strength and courage, I didn’t mind the heavy rains pouring all over my body and crossed the roof. I waited and pulled my mom up, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; – Ondoy continued to furiously sweep Marikina. There were 2 babies inside the room where we evacuated (Mishi and our neighbor’s 2-month old son). Neglecting the thirst and grumbling stomach, we waited in vain for the rain to stop. All phone lines were out so we lost communication with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 AM&lt;/span&gt; – I wasn’t able to sleep a wink. All the while we were inside the room; I kept listening to the sounds outside. Some of our neighbors made fun of the situation. When a carabao was carried by floodwater, they shouted “ULAM!”. When toppled vehicles came passing by, they shouted “KALAKAL!” I also saw some guys drinking beer on the roof or even shouting “Tarzaaaaan!” and tried crossing lines to go from one roof to another. Such a remarkable quality of Pinoys – to remain joyful despite calamities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30 AM&lt;/span&gt; – The rain subsided. We waited for the water to reach knee-deep level before we go back to our homes. I chose to cross the roof again, instead of crossing knee-deep mud water (which my mom preferred). No electricity, no food, loss of belongings, but we were all thankful we survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondoy continued to pour, but without the former wrath it had a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember if I slept, but the moment I opened my eyes, sunshine was creeping through the windows. Thank you...&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG-ENYbkHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yOvphKWcgnQ/s1600-h/04_after+the+rain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG-ENYbkHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yOvphKWcgnQ/s400/04_after+the+rain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386795608832708722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After Ondoy's Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lessons From Ondoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Adrenalin rush can be thrilling in times like this – Our neighbor housewife managed to carry their refrigerator to the 2nd floor. LOL&lt;br /&gt;2.    Smart is the most reliable telecom when calamity strikes. Sun and Globe (the ones I’m using) both lost connections early. Tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;3.    Properties are useless. It is our lives which are important. So, never ever be materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Frogs, cockroaches, snakes and floating poop can be your acquaintances during flashfloods.&lt;br /&gt;5.    During power shortage, the best gadgets you can have are candles and matchsticks, not IPOD, PSP or notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Filipinos are really entrepreneurs – Scavenger boys earned a lot from the remains of the flood and the junk shop got a lot of resources for their business. Half a kilo of pork can be inflated to P150! Imagine people fighting for the sake of a Wilkins bottle and pandesal!&lt;br /&gt;7.    Equality is seen everywhere – The rich and poor are walking on the streets, all soaked in mud, and holding hands with each other to cross the current. Elites, foreigners, car owners, construction workers, businessmen and the mediocre – all are equal.&lt;br /&gt;8.    Priorities can be redefined in calamities like this.&lt;br /&gt;•    There was a wake in our street for a man who died a few days before Ondoy’s wrath. When people saw flashflood gushing in, they carried the coffin to a higher level for they did not want the body to be “double-dead” in the flood.&lt;br /&gt;•    There is an elderly couple who lives near us. The lola evacuated early, leaving her husband in the house. The lolo didn’t have enough time to move out, so he was left in the 2nd floor. Good thing the flood didn’t carry him away. Their vow: In sickness and in health, til ONDOY FLOOD do us part. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Jehovah God for the protection during these calamitous times, and for the strength and ‘power beyond normal’ we had.&lt;br /&gt;To the kindhearted individuals who expressed their concerns and updates thru all forms of communication…&lt;br /&gt;To the numerous friends and relatives who visited us and helped…&lt;br /&gt;To the worldwide organization of Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Watchtower Relief Operations, especially to other congregations (The help and concern is really nationwide and even international, really grateful)&lt;br /&gt;And to those who went to our house and personally helped in getting our house fixed after the flood, to those who brought bountiful food, thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-24826284395272185?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/24826284395272185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=24826284395272185' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/24826284395272185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/24826284395272185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-encounter-of-ondoys-wrath.html' title='My Encounter with Ondoy'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SsG9osdYgcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/x7ULcnR5wf8/s72-c/01_gate1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8521840899177443836</id><published>2009-09-24T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:17:36.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Over a Cup of Coffee</title><content type='html'>I wasn’t a coffee lover, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given an option of drinks to choose from, I would prefer fruit shakes or juice over a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought of coffee as unhealthy (yeah way too traditional), something which causes nervous breakdown, insomnia, and other ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the advent of caffeine innovation and the spread of cafes around, this tingling aroma of coffee seems to attract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not the coffee itself which I’m interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the people whom I drink coffee with, or the moment when I drink this relaxing liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the most expensive frap from Starbucks or the homemade Nescafe coffee, I would surely enjoy the talks over a cup of coffee, the laughter that reverberates in the room or the well-kept secrets revealed between trustworthy hearts. Even a slow sip of warm homemade coffee while reading a great book and the letting the rain pour outside is one of life’s great moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, talks over a cup of coffee can bind hearts, accomplish goals, finish projects, solve problems and relax a weary mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time someone says “Let’s have a talk over a cup of coffee”, get yourself ready for a great moment. :)&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrscSRIAfBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sjJy1aoFoKQ/s1600-h/over+a+cup+of+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrscSRIAfBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sjJy1aoFoKQ/s400/over+a+cup+of+coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384928879611771922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talks over a cup of coffee in the car&lt;/span&gt;&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/35537265-8521840899177443836?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8521840899177443836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8521840899177443836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8521840899177443836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8521840899177443836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/talks-over-cup-of-coffee.html' title='Over a Cup of Coffee'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrscSRIAfBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sjJy1aoFoKQ/s72-c/over+a+cup+of+coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6086890847008118731</id><published>2009-09-18T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:11:35.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Missionary Encounter</title><content type='html'>I just want to document a very unforgettable encounter I had. In a meeting invitation for this year’s Gilead School, I was able to join a team of selfless advocates. But the highlight of the experience was that I met 2 missionaries from Papua New Guinea.  They are a couple who already served in various lands, and guess what, the husband is a Filipino from Pangasinan (who has been in Papua New Guinea for 10 yrs!) and the wife is a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things from our encounter. In order to be a missionary (serving in foreign places where there is a great need for preaching the word of God), one thing you need to have is ENDURANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENDURANCE&lt;/span&gt;: Two words can be retrieved from it – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END and RUN&lt;/span&gt;; which means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;running until the end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very much strengthened from the experiences and trials they encountered, and I want to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Being a missionary based in Taiwan, the husband became a victim of a car accident. Reckless drivers in Taiwan, make sure that their victims are already killed (they go back, run over the victim, and run away).  When a car hit him, the missionary husband, pleaded for help. The driver pitied him and brought him to the hospital. The missionary even preached to the driver while in pain. As a result, his life was saved and the reckless driver became a Bible study eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    In some remote areas, CANNIBALS do exist. The missionaries constantly flee for their lives, so that they will not end up being served on a platter for the tribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Nomadic as it may sound, but they sometimes ended up living in a bush or under trees. The wife’s most difficult scenario was having to endure insect bites for they slept without the comfort of four-walled houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Communication barrier is a major problem, and it requires a long time to learn the language of the place. Cultural difference is also a problem, and so is food. “Nothing beats the Philippine food sinigang and adobo!” exclaimed the Filipino missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    No cellphones, laptops or any high-tech devices was available in some areas. No emails, Facebook, or Blogger, for that matter :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some issues, but absolutely there are more. Being a missionary may prove to be difficult and challenging, yet these missionaries have a blissful glow in their eyes and a fulfilled voice coming from their hearts. Why? Because they adjust their lives in order to serve a worthwhile purpose, the greatest career of all time – being of service to kind-hearted individuals thirsty for the truth and being of service to God. What more could they ask for?&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrMjxP7z3VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qGQ58jrF4MI/s1600-h/missionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrMjxP7z3VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qGQ58jrF4MI/s400/missionary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382685308635831634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The selfless missionary couple who sacrificed for the love of God and neighbor.&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/35537265-6086890847008118731?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6086890847008118731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6086890847008118731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6086890847008118731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6086890847008118731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/missionary-encounter.html' title='Missionary Encounter'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrMjxP7z3VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qGQ58jrF4MI/s72-c/missionary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5307230054590825731</id><published>2009-09-16T12:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:59:34.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Fuji San (The Prominent Mount Fuji in Japan)</title><content type='html'>A Japan trip is never complete without seeing the famous Mount Fuji, visiting the lakes around it (such as Yamanaka and Sai), eating soba in the famous restaurants, and venturing into captivating sights of flowers, animals, and placid waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Fuji, Japan’s highest and most prominent mountain, can make lifelong memories. It is a well-known symbol for the country and is frequently associated with Japanese art and photography.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBvV1m01kI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Mg92uw-6q50/s1600-h/fuji+and+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBvV1m01kI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Mg92uw-6q50/s400/fuji+and+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381923975665604162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The classical cone-shaped mountain, with its ice-capped peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little trivial fact&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Japanese friends why they call Mount Fuji as Fuji san, instead of Fuji Yama (yama for mountain). This ‘san’ may sound like the honorific after someone’s name (sometimes translated Mister or Miss), but it is actually an alternative reading of the character for mountain, usually pronounced ‘yama’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mountains are called yama. It can be called Fuji Yama. I learned that the ‘san’ is an indication of deep respect. Some locals treat the mountain as sacred, even as a god, that’s why they use ‘san’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of Fuji san, the historic mountain in Yamanashi, which the Japanese people take pride of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBqu3QlRtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1OcY-ZVj0W0/s1600-h/Gigantic+falls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBqu3QlRtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1OcY-ZVj0W0/s400/Gigantic+falls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381918908047771346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuji Hakone Izu-National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBrFYX6HXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nQjAt03MOGo/s1600-h/mount+fuji.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBrFYX6HXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nQjAt03MOGo/s400/mount+fuji.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381919294893989234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from Lake Yamanaka (Yamanaka-ko)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBt7s6eCYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A2-nUxVMStI/s1600-h/Fuji+clear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBt7s6eCYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/A2-nUxVMStI/s400/Fuji+clear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381922427143850370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lake Sai (Sai-ko) overlooking Fuji San&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBp0IkI7lI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pcXpzB6MErc/s1600-h/DSC_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBp0IkI7lI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pcXpzB6MErc/s400/DSC_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381917899080920658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sai-ko Garden&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBsJRe5IEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tSUqr0jrnwc/s1600-h/loops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBsJRe5IEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tSUqr0jrnwc/s400/loops.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381920461275340866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The famous Fujiyama Coaster at Fuji-Q Highland Amusement Park.&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrMvuNt_-DI/AAAAAAAAAck/xDOQF2zuXNM/s1600-h/soba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrMvuNt_-DI/AAAAAAAAAck/xDOQF2zuXNM/s400/soba.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382698450640959538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never visit Fuji without trying the yummy Yakisoba,&lt;br /&gt;which comes in big servings and various flavors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For more pictures, please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=120231&amp;amp;id=527382282&amp;amp;l=5d4df4b71b"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and let me tour you in the marvelous world of Fuji san. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5307230054590825731?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5307230054590825731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5307230054590825731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5307230054590825731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5307230054590825731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuji-san-prominent-mount-fuji-in-japan.html' title='Fuji San (The Prominent Mount Fuji in Japan)'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SrBvV1m01kI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Mg92uw-6q50/s72-c/fuji+and+lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-358438059829869486</id><published>2009-09-13T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:24:02.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Claustrophobic</title><content type='html'>“I am afraid of small rooms and narrow places. I find it difficult to breathe. I feel the walls and ceilings slowly closing in on me, forcing me to be pressured. I feel suffocated and lost control. Panic-stricken, I look for an escape but found none. Slowly, I lose all my senses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a claustrophobic feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered an instance when I was riding an elevator and people started flooding in. A girl shouted and made her way out. She cannot stand the limited space inside a closed elevator, for she might faint. She’s claustrophobic, That’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot reminds me of Robert Langdon, the protagonist in the work of Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqyOc3r5S8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/58ftiCqjUR4/s1600-h/corridor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqyOc3r5S8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/58ftiCqjUR4/s400/corridor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380832281436441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having claustrophobia (from the Latin word claustrum “a shut in place”), an individual, like the fictitious Robert Langdon, feels an anxiety disorder, fears of having no escape, and being closed in. As I was walking in this corridor, no voices, no noise and no one nearby, I remembered the claustrophobic girl and the account of Robert Langdon. I walked slowly, pretending to be in a movie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of a figurative lesson: Do not venture into other people’s personal space. Let them be free to do the things they want. Everyone shall be responsible for each action undertaken. A sense of freedom and responsibility can make an individual matured and fully-developed. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-358438059829869486?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/358438059829869486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=358438059829869486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/358438059829869486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/358438059829869486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/claustrophobic.html' title='Claustrophobic'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqyOc3r5S8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/58ftiCqjUR4/s72-c/corridor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7845301763145953999</id><published>2009-09-08T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:24:43.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>It’s Not Pink All the Time</title><content type='html'>She captured the hearts of a lot of individuals – from the three-month old infant wearing her baby dress, the chic teenager carrying her handbag, to the forty-year old mother buying her sweet candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple round-headed cat with a few whiskers, a spot (which serves as her nose), no mouth at all, and the signatured ribbon hanging on her head; is one of the most famous characters in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a lover myself, I had a chance to visit my favorite character in her hometown, and I sort-of, had a getting-to-know date with her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqYxQPpaUdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Ai8stFbjohc/s1600-h/with+hello+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqYxQPpaUdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Ai8stFbjohc/s400/with+hello+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379040960088527314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a few trivial facts about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Born in 1974 (She’s much older than I am, yet never looks matured! Haha She remains a kitten forever)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japan is her hometown, technically speaking for she was created by a Japanese designer. Sanrio is her world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However, in her own make-believe world, she lives in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;, and her surname is White!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Full name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KITTY WHITE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is popularly called Kitty-chan, but Westerners made her famous as “Hello Kitty”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first Hello Kitty product is a vinyl coin purse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a twin sister named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mimmy&lt;/span&gt;! (maybe her twin doesn’t want to be on the spotlight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello Kitty - a cat that was kittenish – has earnings of about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1billion&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, it’s not pink all the time. Most of her products are pink stuffs, yet the real Hello Kitty wears a kimono, and sometimes a summer dress and hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqYxocyWo6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/UEHG3KYCzHU/s1600-h/kitty+chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqYxocyWo6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/UEHG3KYCzHU/s400/kitty+chan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379041375932556194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Don’t always stick to your trademark. Pink may be good, yet explore different hues and combination. As I go on with life, I learned a variety of “colors” suitable enough for me. I am not the mechanical pink-lover anymore, but have learned to adjust to the varieties of colorful hues around me. Thanks Kitty-chan for an insightful chit chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7845301763145953999?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7845301763145953999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7845301763145953999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7845301763145953999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7845301763145953999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-pink-all-time.html' title='It’s Not Pink All the Time'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SqYxQPpaUdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Ai8stFbjohc/s72-c/with+hello+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-9052828727304712537</id><published>2009-09-03T17:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:25:06.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Yihee! Sobrang Cheesy!</title><content type='html'>Cheesy. Mushy. Whatever label people use to describe extreme or unlikely sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot that may be tagged under this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I didn't take this on purpose. I don't want to be a paparazzi. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I was shooting the disciplined audience waiting for a street parade. While browsing my shots, my eye caught sight of this cheesy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find them cute, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be models for the next Greenwich "sobrang cheesy commercial." (winks)&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sp-H7-sKpnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jq5WCkOxHIk/s1600-h/sobrang+cheesy+haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sp-H7-sKpnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jq5WCkOxHIk/s400/sobrang+cheesy+haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377165944613938802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl: Gimme a kiss sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: Do I know you..&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/35537265-9052828727304712537?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/9052828727304712537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=9052828727304712537' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/9052828727304712537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/9052828727304712537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/yihee-sobrang-cheesy.html' title='Yihee! Sobrang Cheesy!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sp-H7-sKpnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jq5WCkOxHIk/s72-c/sobrang+cheesy+haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-376109429598134500</id><published>2009-09-01T13:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:25:51.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Restroom Talks</title><content type='html'>It was a typical Sunday night which is not so extraordinary from any other evenings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until, something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the restroom and stayed there for more than a minute...Fixed my hair, powdered my face, and checked out my looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I was surprised to see a guy came in.&lt;br /&gt;Amused, I just smiled said to myself, "He was mistaken. Very funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, two more guys came rushing in.&lt;br /&gt;I raised an eyebrow, and said to myself, "This is the ladies room. They aren't supposed to be here... Unless..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the MEN's comfort room! Pretended I saw nothing and walked out... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;Always pay attention to signs.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't, always be poised despite embarrassment. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Spywi3stLUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WYr8HJytVr8/s1600-h/restroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Spywi3stLUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WYr8HJytVr8/s400/restroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376366168287030594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restroom Trivia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thailand, there are some buildings with three types of restrooms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ladies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gentlemen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gentlemen - for the gay people :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's how they value the so-called third sex population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some Eastern countries like Japan, they have this restroom bowl for ladies. Ladies have to squat on the floor to pee. I find this better than the Western style, for this is more hygienic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Spyxi9rL5WI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0-V82KPgfts/s1600-h/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Spyxi9rL5WI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0-V82KPgfts/s400/07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376367269402895714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Enough with too much restroom talks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-376109429598134500?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/376109429598134500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=376109429598134500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/376109429598134500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/376109429598134500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/09/restroom-talks.html' title='Restroom Talks'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Spywi3stLUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WYr8HJytVr8/s72-c/restroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3606188657297319551</id><published>2009-08-30T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:26:15.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>What a Colorful World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everytime I gaze at the world around me, I see the world as a colorful place - full of vivid and lively hues making my sight so valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other creatures who can see a few shades only, we are so privileged to be granted the capacity to see a multitude of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, dogs are said to have dichromatic vision. They see the colors of the world as basically yellow, blue and gray. Compared to humans, they are "color blind", per se. However, experts estimate that we can distinguish perhaps as many as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 million colors&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, the human eye can distinguish a lot of hues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage of this ability, I captured multi-colored things around me, and came up with these shots.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqLACW0gnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KKoVYtHmzFY/s1600-h/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqLACW0gnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KKoVYtHmzFY/s400/elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375761937968956018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant stuffed toys in all shades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqK1h4pCaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/pQL5vz9BV5g/s1600-h/colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqK1h4pCaI/AAAAAAAAAZo/pQL5vz9BV5g/s400/colors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375761757453748642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choose stoned containers of all hues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqKnw_A16I/AAAAAAAAAZg/6utqMtzqUZc/s1600-h/beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqKnw_A16I/AAAAAAAAAZg/6utqMtzqUZc/s400/beads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375761520988837794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accessorize and colorize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqLJWb_GlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H54I4Z3t8cE/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqLJWb_GlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H54I4Z3t8cE/s400/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375762097978153554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm blooming and life is colorful ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to everything (and everyone) who makes my life colorful, thanks a bunch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone have the colorful life we've always wanted. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3606188657297319551?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3606188657297319551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3606188657297319551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3606188657297319551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3606188657297319551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-colorful-world.html' title='What a Colorful World!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpqLACW0gnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KKoVYtHmzFY/s72-c/elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1730348359530803940</id><published>2009-08-25T20:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:26:29.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Images of all Colors</title><content type='html'>Ebony and Ivory. (B&amp;amp;W)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two distinct identities which were seldom put together due to racial discrimination. True, racism poisons the community and negatively harms all of us in different ways. Blatantly hateful actions arise due to discrimination, affecting pursuits in worldwide progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s good to know that there is an organization which develops racial awareness in everything it does. It is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchtower Bible and Tract Society&lt;/span&gt;. Distributing publications worldwide, it caters to a vast market yet always takes into consideration its readers and the issues that lie within.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPeOpv8YII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8q_ybeU0hsk/s1600-h/awake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPeOpv8YII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8q_ybeU0hsk/s400/awake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373883123689611394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An article making copies which adapt to the regions which they will be shipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPedMczxcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WAZ_qJFeSMw/s1600-h/bible.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPedMczxcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WAZ_qJFeSMw/s400/bible.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373883373522765250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only the persons are considered, but also the settings of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPev46FRhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7OcEf70B0M0/s1600-h/child.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPev46FRhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7OcEf70B0M0/s400/child.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373883694694352402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is no snow in the second copy. (To be shipped to African regions where there is no snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPfAgyPzAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/K9X0jUTWgoc/s1600-h/enjoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPfAgyPzAI/AAAAAAAAAYo/K9X0jUTWgoc/s400/enjoy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373883980276812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Racial awareness and culture are really considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPfZxcYXQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sf2NvYh6gMo/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPfZxcYXQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sf2NvYh6gMo/s400/hands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373884414245231874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skin tone, even of partial exposure, are also significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPfz6tQOzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GeH34GUSa1M/s1600-h/kayamanan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPfz6tQOzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GeH34GUSa1M/s400/kayamanan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373884863408519986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thus, magazines of all kinds...&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPgKaFaxOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Ckj7P9VaH0/s1600-h/tracts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPgKaFaxOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Ckj7P9VaH0/s400/tracts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373885249788495074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and even tracts (or smaller publications) are also customized for different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extensive studies and efforts are carried out in order to come up with these results. The goal? To reach the hearts of all sorts of people without offending others or causing conflicts. So, the next time these publications with "images of all colors" reach your doors, please feel free to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a remarkable provision!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1730348359530803940?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1730348359530803940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1730348359530803940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1730348359530803940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1730348359530803940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/08/images-of-all-colors.html' title='Images of all Colors'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpPeOpv8YII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8q_ybeU0hsk/s72-c/awake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8415102284728794903</id><published>2009-08-25T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:27:19.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Gazing at Her</title><content type='html'>Again, I saw this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was staring at me with her expressive eyes, and a special beam within her.&lt;br /&gt;Her curious expression seemed to search me for answers to her questions.&lt;br /&gt;Her light and cheerful expression took me away for a second, and I was captivated by the sincerity in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, amused by her looks, and she smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized that she is an individual who has grown up, who has faced realizations in life, and has already stepped into a stage in her life. Despite the changes she had made, her sweet smile still shows that she has ventured into challenging and exciting phases in life, yet she never forgets to share happiness with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at her, I felt her bliss and inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I gazed and smiled at her, watching her every move, I felt at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will look again at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpOQNlgM7VI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qnONAFH5mCI/s1600-h/reflection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpOQNlgM7VI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qnONAFH5mCI/s400/reflection.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373797343463009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captured a Red Lady ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/35537265-8415102284728794903?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8415102284728794903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8415102284728794903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8415102284728794903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8415102284728794903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/08/gazing-at-her.html' title='Gazing at Her'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SpOQNlgM7VI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qnONAFH5mCI/s72-c/reflection.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-1253397428091719575</id><published>2009-08-18T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:27:34.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>An Extraordinary Garden</title><content type='html'>We read from Science books that plants grow because of the proper mix of air, water and sunlight. However, experience teaches us that plants grow well because of the gardener’s TLC (tender, loving care). Yes, gardening is an interesting hobby, not only for “domesticated” individuals, but also for the outgoing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amused and privileged to see two exemplary gardens during my visit to 2 provinces in Japan – Ebina and Chiba. These gardens were called the GARDEN of BIBLE PLANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Soq3UMrS1hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vvyij3zVZGg/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Soq3UMrS1hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vvyij3zVZGg/s400/02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371307063220819474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by Bible-oriented individuals, these gardens include the major plants mentioned in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Soq3uluxg1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/XyZ1ftUHxzE/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Soq3uluxg1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/XyZ1ftUHxzE/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371307516622898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE FIG TREE was to be found in the first garden ever planted on our earth. Our first human parents started us off in eating this delicious fruit, the fig. Quite out of the ordinary, the first clothing that our first parents, Adam and Eve, wore for a short time to cover their loins was made from fig leaves, sewn together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The OLIVE TREE was unquestionably one of the most valuable plants in Bible times, of equal importance with the vine and the fig tree. (It appears early in the Bible record; following the Flood it was an olive leaf brought back by a dove that indicated to Noah the recession of the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The VINE was mentioned bu Jesus. On the night when he drank wine for the last time with eleven of his loyal companions, he said the following significant words: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the cultivator. I am the vine, you are the branches.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more Bible plants in these gardens, and I’m giving you the chance to explore more of these plants. C’mon, let’s start making a research on the Bible. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to WTLib2008 for some lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-1253397428091719575?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/1253397428091719575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=1253397428091719575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1253397428091719575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/1253397428091719575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/08/extraordinary-garden.html' title='An Extraordinary Garden'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Soq3UMrS1hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vvyij3zVZGg/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3532892937698327761</id><published>2009-08-13T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:27:52.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Colorful Prisms</title><content type='html'>Prisms are inevitably heartwarming for they twinkle with exquisite colors that make the eyes ponder upon its beauty for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I felt after looking at this lighted lamp above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SoQnzL_lgaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DuTJttPK5Nk/s1600-h/prisms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SoQnzL_lgaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DuTJttPK5Nk/s400/prisms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369460416078774690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that at some point in time, we give off vibrant and exquisite colors to delight others. Inside our hearts, there is a switch; which when turned on, makes the surroundings extraordinarily colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is colorful.&lt;br /&gt;Life is warm and glowing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we only turn on the switch inside us, we can make a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Footnote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am happy that I made a lot of lives colorful. I am happy that I made a difference in others. I am happy that I shared my life with others and gave them a reason to straighten out their paths. I am so grateful and blessed for we are all living in a colorful world. Giving off the vibrant colors is a symbiotic relationship – we all benefit from life’s colorful glow. Thanks for turning on the switch inside me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-3532892937698327761?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3532892937698327761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3532892937698327761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3532892937698327761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3532892937698327761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/08/colorful-prisms.html' title='Colorful Prisms'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SoQnzL_lgaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DuTJttPK5Nk/s72-c/prisms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7216274259909144321</id><published>2009-07-27T08:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:28:03.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>A Reason Why I Visit Facebook</title><content type='html'>Recently, Facebook boomed in cyberspace, and is now having a lot of regular registered visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; is very much well-renowned as a social networking site. This site caters to a big market ranging from teenagers to adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked why they are Facebook aficionados, many would mention interesting features, such as interactivity, web-based games (Pet Society, Farmtown, Restaurant City, etc.), and random quizzes and exams for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have another special reason why I visit Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I avail of the service &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/ulinkph/?auth_token=b7ef62835c313bb171cb791a0a555781&amp;amp;installed=1"&gt;uLink&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apps.facebook.com/ulinkph/?auth_token=b7ef62835c313bb171cb791a0a555781&amp;amp;installed=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smz5U6uZo4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3pFm1ffHYyE/s400/ulink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362935394047992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chikka.com/"&gt;Chikka&lt;/a&gt;, by far, is more advanced and commercialized. However, uLink timidly caters to my SMS needs. Yes, Free SMS on Facebook is what I'm after for. :) Without having to download anything, just be a registered Facebook user, and pronto! You can send Free SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, after all, allows interactivity and provides satisfactory embedded services for its users.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7216274259909144321?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7216274259909144321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7216274259909144321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7216274259909144321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7216274259909144321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason-why-i-visit-facebook.html' title='A Reason Why I Visit Facebook'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smz5U6uZo4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3pFm1ffHYyE/s72-c/ulink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8052215782201121070</id><published>2009-07-25T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:28:46.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>I've Been to Paradise</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've been to "Paradise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its definition varies from one mouth to another.&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the word "paradise", you may think of any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. A famous song (by Madonna or any artist)&lt;br /&gt;2. An award-winning novel&lt;br /&gt;3. A cemetery (might be the famous one in San Mateo, Philippines)&lt;br /&gt;4. any wonderful and amazing destination&lt;br /&gt;et.al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I was able to explore more of nature around me. Guess what I found? A place of complete bliss and delight and space. I was momentarily awed by the water and the lively carps in it. I got a chance to ponder on the happenings in my life for the past few months.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmsXkxKDF_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/TaDaozCkGdM/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmsXkxKDF_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/TaDaozCkGdM/s400/garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362405701752920050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This garden is the original model for the cover image in the brochure&lt;br /&gt;"Look! I Am Making All Things New"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relevant point in life:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to move away from the noisy buzz around you and have time with creation alone. Meditation with nature is one of the greatest relaxation technique ever discovered. Try it for yourself. ;)&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmsX27Bw-FI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NQittmI7Q1g/s1600-h/pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmsX27Bw-FI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NQittmI7Q1g/s400/pond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362406013640177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refreshing greenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever paradise the world may provide us now, I am still looking forward to the real paradise in the future. (as promised in Luke 23:43).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8052215782201121070?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8052215782201121070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8052215782201121070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8052215782201121070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8052215782201121070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-to-paradise.html' title='I&apos;ve Been to Paradise'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmsXkxKDF_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/TaDaozCkGdM/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7237655322176978465</id><published>2009-07-24T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:29:01.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><title type='text'>Not Just a Simple Towel</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stayed in a cozy hotel or in a relaxing restaurant and was greeted by an amazingly folded towel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute towels are designed by people who studied the art of towel folding. Sometimes it's called towel origami. So, origami is not only for paper, but also for towels, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of towel folding art in hotels and high-class rooms (such as flowers and hearts), yet I was amazed by these designs.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smk3b3kx_zI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RAI5klpgnLs/s1600-h/towel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smk3b3kx_zI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RAI5klpgnLs/s400/towel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361877783275503410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grandma is special&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smk3BzdyiKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ejcvggg-Cso/s1600-h/towel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smk3BzdyiKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ejcvggg-Cso/s400/towel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361877335495837858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A dinosaur or an alligator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some designs are folded from multiple towels, others from just one big towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel-wise, cruise ship attendants usually greet their guests using these towel folding techniques. But guess where I saw these styles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bethel! The Watchtower Society volunteers are skillfully talented.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could learn one of their skills ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time, you saw a skillfully folded towel, please take time to appreciate the complexity of the human mind and the art of room making. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7237655322176978465?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7237655322176978465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7237655322176978465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7237655322176978465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7237655322176978465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/it.html' title='Not Just a Simple Towel'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Smk3b3kx_zI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RAI5klpgnLs/s72-c/towel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6446387099889593694</id><published>2009-07-21T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:29:14.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Virginity</title><content type='html'>VIRGINITY – A long time ago, it was a badge of honor, chasteness and modesty. Nowadays, it is treated by many as a mark of immaturity, weirdness, and a malady to those who are not “in”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, youths are giving up their virginity. At an early age of 14 (or less), some already experienced sexual relations. Brought about by curiosity, peer pressure, lack of knowledge and a liberated attitude, many approve of premarital sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you give it, there is no turning back. Like a broken glass, it cannot be used again for an honorable purpose. The bits and pieces will just be there, yet the glass is not whole anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmUa8SOb2JI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Nr2BcHXLpwM/s1600-h/broken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmUa8SOb2JI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Nr2BcHXLpwM/s400/broken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360720554441300114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem pleasurable for some, yet consider the aftereffects:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Sexually transmitted diseases – especially for those with a variety of partners&lt;br /&gt;2.    Guilt and disappointment – lack of self control and diminished self-respect topped the list&lt;br /&gt;3.    A feeling of vanity in pursuits and self-degradation&lt;br /&gt;4.    Emotional scars – Some individuals are just after the sexual relations, yet no love is present. After the act, they leave their partners behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for ladies (and girls) out there, may we all consider virginity as a precious possession. Though opinions may vary, may we stick to what is honorable and reap the fruits of chastity and a building lasting intimacy with a partner, not just the present pleasures of lust and lack of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginity is still the best gift you can give to your marriage partner.  =)&lt;br /&gt;So take care of your "glass". ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6446387099889593694?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6446387099889593694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6446387099889593694' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6446387099889593694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6446387099889593694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/virginity.html' title='Virginity'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmUa8SOb2JI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Nr2BcHXLpwM/s72-c/broken.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-303526768033557319</id><published>2009-07-19T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:29:26.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Bicycle Ride</title><content type='html'>With the cool breeze blowing my hair, I closed my eyes for a second and felt the wind struck my face. I felt light as a feather, yet moving at a speed I can control. I maintained my balance and felt freedom - to go anywhere I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel this whenever I ride a bicycle – the passion of freedom, balance and agility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycles are simple yet beautifully elegant machines that attract almost all sorts of people – from kids to adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a metaphor a friend told me, about bicycle and love. (From a movie? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bicycle has 2 wheels (front and rear), which are directly connected. When you turn the pedals one time, the wheel goes around one time also. No bicycle can function with just one wheel. If one wheel is not in order the bicycle wont function. The two wheels need to be coordinated to have a successful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar with romantic love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two parties need to be directly linked to each other – same goal, same course and same passion. They have to be in the same speed and turns. If one is stronger, the other gives assistance. If the former has difficulties, the latter helps. No love will flourish if only one “wheel” functions. It has to be an effort of two parties - a give and take relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to see this type of “bicycle relationships” in a lot of couples, and I hope a lot of “bicycles” reach their destinations :)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmJ4FDIQzBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/35fxp8ynfwA/s1600-h/bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmJ4FDIQzBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/35fxp8ynfwA/s400/bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359978534658952210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My precious bicycle :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/35537265-303526768033557319?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/303526768033557319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=303526768033557319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/303526768033557319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/303526768033557319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/bicycle-ride.html' title='Bicycle Ride'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SmJ4FDIQzBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/35fxp8ynfwA/s72-c/bike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8665254919195377243</id><published>2009-07-17T08:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:29:40.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Who Are Your True Friends?</title><content type='html'>Clichéd as it may sound, the statement “No man is an island” is definitely true.&lt;br /&gt;We are born to be with others and to enjoy the company of other people. No matter how independent a person may be, he/she still needs a social network to live with.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NqjfYjhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2Tlba04rBm4/s1600-h/P5010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NqjfYjhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2Tlba04rBm4/s400/P5010141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228212559253010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shot taken in Pagudpud, Ilocos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world full of hypocrisy and betrayal, it is hard to find a real set of friends who will always be loyal to you despite trials and hindrances. Some people are two-faced; others talk about you behind their backs, others are not trustworthy, and the list goes on and on.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_N04hn0bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lEB3_wsPwD8/s1600-h/foot+and+hand+prints.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_N04hn0bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lEB3_wsPwD8/s400/foot+and+hand+prints.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228390004478386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True friends live footprints in your heart. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from a famous saying,&lt;br /&gt;“A true companion is loving all the time, and is a brother that is born for when there is distress”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes a true friend is present not only in good times, but also in the worst times of your life, ready to offer a helping hand. A true friend doesn’t always agree to everything you do, yet knocks your head and scolds you when you’re doing something wrong. He/she does not tolerate you for your wrongdoings, but reminds you of the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, making friends can be difficult, but keeping them is harder. So let’s all try to create and maintain the BEST kind of friendships.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NlW_GeGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JYYJo3eXC4Y/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NlW_GeGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JYYJo3eXC4Y/s400/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228123303278690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend is always there ready to offer a hand.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NgcyJXAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3M7YNMen5jU/s1600-h/690720022l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NgcyJXAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3M7YNMen5jU/s400/690720022l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228038960208898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A companion in times of hardship and adventure...&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NXtiBOjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/kHsLYv1XkoM/s1600-h/18_define+dugyot+%28spoon+battle%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NXtiBOjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/kHsLYv1XkoM/s400/18_define+dugyot+%28spoon+battle%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227888837147186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An acquaintance in doing crazy stuffs and let's you laugh your heart out&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NcSaz28I/AAAAAAAAAVU/zUeXTP_TWX8/s1600-h/154_ride+all+you+can+stubs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NcSaz28I/AAAAAAAAAVU/zUeXTP_TWX8/s400/154_ride+all+you+can+stubs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227967458499522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But is always determined to keep the bond of friendship no matter what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To my everdearest friends, thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for those who came and stayed in my life. Let's all share the ups and downs of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever and ever ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-8665254919195377243?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8665254919195377243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8665254919195377243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8665254919195377243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8665254919195377243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-are-your-true-friends.html' title='Who Are Your True Friends?'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sl_NqjfYjhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2Tlba04rBm4/s72-c/P5010141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3679456676676767122</id><published>2009-07-13T09:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:30:37.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>Thrilled at Enchanted Kingdom</title><content type='html'>What makes an experience great is not actually the place, it's the people you're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been to numerous amusement parks and attractions, still, nothing beats my "EK" Enchanted Kingdom adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSIOICmSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kFtNmd6e0uU/s1600-h/019_after+10+years%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSIOICmSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kFtNmd6e0uU/s400/019_after+10+years%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357755376639056162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typhoon, heavy traffic and even multiple delays did not hinder us from setting off to the Wizard's Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSwcPxB3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/5FdERzqMfzo/s1600-h/147_EK+at+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSwcPxB3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/5FdERzqMfzo/s400/147_EK+at+night.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756067624322930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK offers a lot of attractions, and the ride-all-you-can stub is always utilized whenever I purchase one. But an EK trip wouldn't be complete without trying out my top 2 picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP 1 - Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSbh578MI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J7PHl5WWTKw/s1600-h/079_jump+shot2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSbh578MI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J7PHl5WWTKw/s400/079_jump+shot2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357755708366123202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get full-packed with energy (and nausea as well..hehe) as you ride this primary thriller.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSRXntdRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5YTiTkPt064/s1600-h/028_is+this+going+to+be+the+first+ride+%28Space+Shuttle_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSRXntdRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5YTiTkPt064/s400/028_is+this+going+to+be+the+first+ride+%28Space+Shuttle_.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357755533806630162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twists and loops of Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP 2 - Anchor's Away&lt;/span&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqTJkK2aXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VfivdeXCKlA/s1600-h/045_bewildered+peeps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqTJkK2aXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VfivdeXCKlA/s400/045_bewildered+peeps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756499247917426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get bewildered as the ride sways from one end to another.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqTg_afvoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P3J5ZRFW-6E/s1600-h/055_hehehe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqTg_afvoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P3J5ZRFW-6E/s400/055_hehehe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756901698289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A vivid example of thrilled people...(peace!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're opt for adventure, visit and revisit EK!&lt;br /&gt;To avail of EK's latest promos, please click &lt;a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.com.ph/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Should I get an advertising fee for this? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqUYeJymLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b6KdqG2Tgho/s1600-h/142_group+pic+ulit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqUYeJymLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b6KdqG2Tgho/s400/142_group+pic+ulit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357757854842525874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you go, be sure to bring along your lively buddies! ;)&lt;/span&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/35537265-3679456676676767122?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3679456676676767122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3679456676676767122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3679456676676767122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3679456676676767122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/thrilled-at-enchanted-kingdom.html' title='Thrilled at Enchanted Kingdom'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlqSIOICmSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kFtNmd6e0uU/s72-c/019_after+10+years%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6406947079963488460</id><published>2009-07-10T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:30:49.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Colors and Pitch Black</title><content type='html'>Striking colors. Blended with darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sla99z5v8nI/AAAAAAAAATc/W431ro_DYw8/s1600-h/DSC_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sla99z5v8nI/AAAAAAAAATc/W431ro_DYw8/s400/DSC_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677676405879410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When sunlight hits the colors of this capis glass, colorful rays are emitted throughout the room.&lt;br /&gt;Intricate designs are silhouetted which proves to be pleasurable to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;I gazed in wonder for a few seconds at this spectacular display, and slowly zoomed out my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sla-Ywh-_CI/AAAAAAAAATk/zA9kxlV4Z98/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sla-Ywh-_CI/AAAAAAAAATk/zA9kxlV4Z98/s400/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356678139357363234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suddenly noticed two smaller openings underneath.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a melancholic feeling grew into me...&lt;br /&gt;I imagined two bulging eyes staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Outside, sunlight trickles all sorts of living forms, but here I am surrounded by pitch black darkness, barred by this structure.&lt;br /&gt;I sprinted as fast as I could to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that even when life is in darkness, there are still colorful things that may happen. We just have peek into the light from beyond and work our way out of darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-6406947079963488460?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6406947079963488460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6406947079963488460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6406947079963488460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6406947079963488460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/striking-colors.html' title='Colors and Pitch Black'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sla99z5v8nI/AAAAAAAAATc/W431ro_DYw8/s72-c/DSC_0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-3073586811265721362</id><published>2009-07-10T08:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:31:01.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Wala Ka sa Lola Ko!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I met this lola in a nearby park. I was amazed by her fluency in English, but what really got me into her was her charming and animated way of telling tales about long ago, and the way she addressed me.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaS8sz3SVI/AAAAAAAAATM/cokfbAzNFzU/s1600-h/lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaS8sz3SVI/AAAAAAAAATM/cokfbAzNFzU/s400/lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356630378322282834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool sense of fashion - flowery prints ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anak-ko(ng)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way Ilocanos call their children. I found it really sweet, but most importantly, it reminded me of my Lola Sabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Sabel is a picture of beauty, hardwork, love and strength.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaRAEl6EJI/AAAAAAAAASs/ardg0mm-KyM/s1600-h/28-Lola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaRAEl6EJI/AAAAAAAAASs/ardg0mm-KyM/s400/28-Lola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356628237222547602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lola Sabel in her 80s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her narrations, she was a former yearly Reyna Elena of their barangay. Guys fought with each other just to be her partner, but in the end, her tito became her partner to pacify the guys. Although she had an arranged marriage at a young age, my grandparents had a faithful and long-lasting relationship. During the time of war, they protected their family by all means. They grew old together, until my lolo died.  They bore 10 offsprings and had multiple grandchildren, who love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my Lola Sabel reached almost 85 years of her worthwhile life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a loveable mentor for all.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaRILhkWZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3IluGPCBEOI/s1600-h/32-having-fun-with-lola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaRILhkWZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3IluGPCBEOI/s400/32-having-fun-with-lola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356628376522348946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makulit na lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (We'll try jump shots next time :P)&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaREuqEvUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NqaR0cmbVr8/s1600-h/31-belat-Lola-belat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaREuqEvUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NqaR0cmbVr8/s400/31-belat-Lola-belat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356628317233790274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We love her dearly.&lt;/span&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/35537265-3073586811265721362?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/3073586811265721362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=3073586811265721362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3073586811265721362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/3073586811265721362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/wala-ka-sa-lola-ko.html' title='Wala Ka sa Lola Ko!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlaS8sz3SVI/AAAAAAAAATM/cokfbAzNFzU/s72-c/lola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4105876075141834158</id><published>2009-07-07T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:31:11.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>The Story of Mr. Dignified</title><content type='html'>This entry was based from a friend’s humorous narration this afternoon.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlM0PDppfCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8uL3Zhz6h7k/s1600-h/ipis+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlM0PDppfCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8uL3Zhz6h7k/s400/ipis+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355681815156325410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very good model&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a dignified man, with machismo all over his smug face. He responds to queries and solves problems with composure. He is respected by all. Some even hesitates to approach him because of his intimidating nature. All in all, he is the befitting figure of manliness and composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came his special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people gathered in the hall for a gathering. Elbowing the blabbering individuals, this dignified man made his way through the crowd and sat in front of distinguished guests while sharing his insight about certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tragic event occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, a cockroach emerged and flew towards the ‘dignified’ man. The ‘star’ cockroach landed on Mr. Dignified’s left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyes were on him, anticipating what would happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Mr. Dignified, losing all the composure in him, jumped off his chair and shouted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WAHHHHH!!! IPISSS!!! !)^+@^6 !6@&gt; ipis!!!!! TULUNGAN NyO KO!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He covered his face with his hands and shivered with fear, grimaced by the cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady, stood up and patted the cockroach away from his shivering body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story is predictable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Mr. Dignified is now known as “Mr. IPIS”.&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlM0nO2n2aI/AAAAAAAAASI/hE3w82oeDpo/s1600-h/ipis+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlM0nO2n2aI/AAAAAAAAASI/hE3w82oeDpo/s400/ipis+black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682230480394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The star-of-all-occasions&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/35537265-4105876075141834158?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4105876075141834158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4105876075141834158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4105876075141834158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4105876075141834158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-of-mr-dignified.html' title='The Story of Mr. Dignified'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlM0PDppfCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8uL3Zhz6h7k/s72-c/ipis+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-8024245201447467814</id><published>2009-07-05T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:31:25.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Ripples of the Water</title><content type='html'>Swish swish swiiissssshhhh – goes the ripple of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In layman’s term, here is a scientific rule in the relationship of water motion and sound waves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the water is quiet, then it’s deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the water is noisy, then it’s shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlCqADt1D-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g0HPUPWr0OY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlCqADt1D-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g0HPUPWr0OY/s400/Copy+of+DSC_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354966874917769186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same manner, this can be applied to individuals, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a noisy and blabbering mouth which goes on chattering unimportant matters? Or, are you the timid one, who speaks only when needed?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever let your tongue get out of control, like a forest fire, to the harm of others as well as yourself? Do you even use your lips to curse or speak uncomplimentarily about others? Or, do you keep quiet or leave when topics are not upbuilding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are simple searching questions, yet your answers may say if you’re deep or shallow. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, deep people are very much blessed with wisdom yet they do not waste their knowledge in blabbering, but speak only for advantageous purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is your ripple a noisy SWISH SWISH SWIIISSSHH or a quiet one? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlCsdDVZPaI/AAAAAAAAARg/eFJjtK3owAk/s1600-h/shallow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlCsdDVZPaI/AAAAAAAAARg/eFJjtK3owAk/s400/shallow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354969572054744482" 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/35537265-8024245201447467814?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/8024245201447467814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=8024245201447467814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8024245201447467814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/8024245201447467814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/ripples-of-water.html' title='Ripples of the Water'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlCqADt1D-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g0HPUPWr0OY/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC_0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-5203590114585233475</id><published>2009-07-05T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:31:51.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>That Green, One-Eyed Monster!</title><content type='html'>“Such a cutie! I love it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the initial statement I heard after I showed this photo to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a sweet course, sold to aficionados of Monsters, Inc.. Yeah, it is truly cute and dazzling, despite the fact that it IS a monster, cinematically speaking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlAPuaCkiaI/AAAAAAAAARI/6HlS2h_LbIc/s1600-h/monsters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlAPuaCkiaI/AAAAAAAAARI/6HlS2h_LbIc/s400/monsters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354797246882023842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it. There are monsters who ruin your life, monsters that pull you down whenever they see you successful and happy, and monsters that tell devastating rumors about you behind your back. There are also monsters who envy you. Without you knowing it, they want to be happy and successful like you; thus they hate to see your triumphs and elation. These “monsters” are gobbled up by their insecurities and frustrations in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned from this shot. Not all monsters are horrible and very much disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some monsters just need to be pampered and showered with attention. Some need your appreciation, association and help. Despite the fact that they are “monsters”, they can also be your friend. Just try to see the good in them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all try to live by this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Continue to love your enemies and to pray for those persecuting you. Return evil for evil to no one.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? That “monster” may learn the value of goodness and benevolence, and may change someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time, a disgusting ‘one-eyed-green-monster’ irritates or persecutes you, smile.&lt;br /&gt;Think of him/her as this cutie sweet and learn to see the positive traits in the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that “monster” may make your life sweet and satisfying after all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-5203590114585233475?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/5203590114585233475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=5203590114585233475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5203590114585233475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/5203590114585233475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-green-eyed-monster.html' title='That Green, One-Eyed Monster!'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SlAPuaCkiaI/AAAAAAAAARI/6HlS2h_LbIc/s72-c/monsters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-9000812870925658268</id><published>2009-07-03T09:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:32:07.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>On Fairy Tales and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;“They got married and they lived happily ever after.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is how most fairy tales end. After surviving the trials and hindrances from witches or any other antagonists, the prince and princess find the love of their lives and become happy in each other’s arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is in fairy tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1eIZ0ZWJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mhgUQYJpEBk/s1600-h/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1eIZ0ZWJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mhgUQYJpEBk/s400/castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354039030476003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castle - where the union of Prince Charming and his princess happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But in real life, it is so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Usually, marriage becomes the commencement of most problems, especially people who enter marriage and realize that they are not yet fully ready for the big responsibilities involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember an insight from a public talk, saying that before you get married, you should be able to work on certain areas of your personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We may ask ourselves. Before I get married, am I matured enough in the following aspects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Financially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emotionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Socially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are just some points to ponder on. We cannot be 100% ideal, but the way we view marriage should be a serious matter. We can do a series of self-examination to ensure that we can live up to the roles of being a good husband/wife/parent. Of course, no relationship is perfect. Problems will surely occur, yet a truly matured couple can overcome all difficulties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1f7WseOfI/AAAAAAAAANA/5dqegUUrZ5U/s1600-h/light+castle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1f7WseOfI/AAAAAAAAANA/5dqegUUrZ5U/s400/light+castle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354041005322418674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shrouded by darkness yet the light of love shines through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another tip from the Bible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For a marriage to thrive, God needs to be involved in the relationship. His Word says: “A threefold cord cannot quickly be torn in two.” (Eccl. 4:12) “Threefold cord” is a figurative expression. When this illustration is applied to marriage, it includes the husband and wife, the first two strands, who are intertwined with the central strand, Jehovah God. Being united with God gives a couple the spiritual strength to cope with problems, and it is the key to achieving the greatest happiness in marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Therefore, at the right time, marriage will surely be a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyment of ease and reason, and indeed, all the sweets of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May we all find our life partners, and in due time, get married and live happily ever after. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1gHMbJ3sI/AAAAAAAAANI/yuc1aSKF5CU/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1gHMbJ3sI/AAAAAAAAANI/yuc1aSKF5CU/s400/sleeping+beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354041208723857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping Bessy, I mean, Beauty with her Prince ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-9000812870925658268?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/9000812870925658268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=9000812870925658268' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/9000812870925658268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/9000812870925658268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-got-married-and-they-lived-happily.html' title='On Fairy Tales and Marriage'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Sk1eIZ0ZWJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mhgUQYJpEBk/s72-c/castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-645214699688517385</id><published>2009-07-02T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:32:17.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>UP, Katipunan, QC - A Place To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Spending my college years in Katipunan QC, I remembered how strict the guards of Miriam College were. Being an exclusive school for girls, they have always been so protective to the students. It is, in fact, a perk for us, since we are all safe and sound inside the campus. Protected by the sceneries and “holy” walls of the campus, we had a lot of time to meditate with nature and bond with blockmates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, there was a time when the innovative human minds of my blockmates started to function. We ended up having a joyride along Katipunan and landing on the greeneries of the University of the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYLdt3KCI/AAAAAAAAALw/ghkboAFnzlw/s1600-h/DSC_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYLdt3KCI/AAAAAAAAALw/ghkboAFnzlw/s400/DSC_0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353680642271291426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;UP Sunken Garden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwZjn7Re2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/bvmoF4rHbto/s1600-h/DSC_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwZjn7Re2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/bvmoF4rHbto/s400/DSC_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353682156840385378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A lady chilling out while reading a book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That’s how I learned about UP and the beauty it suppresses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYVNXmrlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PWHRLcEkK98/s1600-h/DSC_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYVNXmrlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PWHRLcEkK98/s400/DSC_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353680809681661522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;UP - Bahay ng Alumni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYdNoM_dI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Env8Rn32dSM/s1600-h/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYdNoM_dI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Env8Rn32dSM/s400/DSC_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353680947190234578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you go inside this building...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYj-wMXxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ejCjAIRDaN8/s1600-h/DSC_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYj-wMXxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ejCjAIRDaN8/s400/DSC_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353681063456300818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You will find the famous Chocolate Kiss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYrdf-dII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R1zYo5UhR28/s1600-h/DSC_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYrdf-dII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R1zYo5UhR28/s400/DSC_0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353681191968863362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A romantic and cozy place to dine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwY9lymzfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/m9MXz3dIH2g/s1600-h/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwY9lymzfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/m9MXz3dIH2g/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353681503432134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of their specialties is their iced tea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYyrGOVWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FU6Ae4Db7b8/s1600-h/DSC_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYyrGOVWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FU6Ae4Db7b8/s400/DSC_0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353681315878032738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You blend your own iced tea, mixing honey and calamansi with tea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea is of Japanese origin, wherein people made tea depending on their own taste.&lt;br /&gt;They add sugar gum and lemon flavor, instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the long run, I learned to love the Sunken Garden, the isaw, shopping center with services that fit the budget, the booth fairs, events and theatrical plays, the stars, and the serene ambience (despite the liberated people and the rallies and frats..hehe).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skwazde2zdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Cz_kzG1xbRo/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skwazde2zdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Cz_kzG1xbRo/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353683528426376658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dare your stomach to eat the craved-for-isaw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;UP will always be a location close to my heart. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-645214699688517385?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/645214699688517385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=645214699688517385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/645214699688517385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/645214699688517385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-katipunan-qc-place-to-be.html' title='UP, Katipunan, QC - A Place To Be'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkwYLdt3KCI/AAAAAAAAALw/ghkboAFnzlw/s72-c/DSC_0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-6128141153827675466</id><published>2009-06-30T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:47:43.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>With or Without Wings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about sanitary napkin here. :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the ability to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoU77GidhI/AAAAAAAAALE/p-dpoN-f1UE/s1600-h/cloud+level.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoU77GidhI/AAAAAAAAALE/p-dpoN-f1UE/s400/cloud+level.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114126793209362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Philippine sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could spread my wings and soar high above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could avoid the heavy traffic, minimize the time for traveling, and surpass all the distance and bodies of land and water that separates me from the destination I'm longing for. I don't have to pay for seafare/airfare going from one place to another. I can meet my love ones immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I wondered why human beings were not granted the ability to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Although the human body is an incredible piece of creation, it lacks the proper structure and aerodynamic abilities required for flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah God is really just, and I know that He has reasons for creating us this way.&lt;br /&gt;By design, human beings are land-based creatures and no one should question that.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoVUNayWWI/AAAAAAAAALU/jbx5QFPV8nQ/s1600-h/080_going+back+to+manila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoVUNayWWI/AAAAAAAAALU/jbx5QFPV8nQ/s400/080_going+back+to+manila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114544026835298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Airplanes made it possible for us to explore more of aero beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoVAzHajaI/AAAAAAAAALM/MvRpeGKzsaA/s1600-h/view+air+force+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoVAzHajaI/AAAAAAAAALM/MvRpeGKzsaA/s400/view+air+force+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114210548747682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this inability to fly, the innovative human mind came up with efforts to match animal's ability to fly. The Wright brothers came up with the first airplane. Other aerodynamic structures followed, and now we have multitude creations and structures for flying. Such an advantage of innovating beyond our capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't have wings, but I feel much grateful for being a human. Even if I cannot fly, I can appreciate the beauty of space and sky, and thus worship God for his creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoVuR4ihyI/AAAAAAAAALk/hywz_zjU0IM/s1600-h/005_sunset+and+plane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoVuR4ihyI/AAAAAAAAALk/hywz_zjU0IM/s400/005_sunset+and+plane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353114991901968162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Such a spectacular reason to be thankful of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/35537265-6128141153827675466?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/6128141153827675466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=6128141153827675466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6128141153827675466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/6128141153827675466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-wings-or-without-wings.html' title='With or Without Wings?'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkoU77GidhI/AAAAAAAAALE/p-dpoN-f1UE/s72-c/cloud+level.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4091449004401576296</id><published>2009-06-29T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:47:56.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>What is Winnie the Pooh's Gender?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once asked me that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered abruptly, "He is a boy, of course!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend demanded for a reliable proof, yet I cannot give one.&lt;br /&gt;Such a shallow argument, others may think. But I want to settle this argument. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I now have evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Winnie the Pooh's original house and from the book "Hundred Acres Wood: Pooh's Hunny Hunt", came the precise answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skg9ZpL-kFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-7aDFKzY2J8/s1600-h/he+is+a+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skg9ZpL-kFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-7aDFKzY2J8/s400/he+is+a+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352595667891949650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"Rest assured, he is a boy." - Christopher Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skg9yvvu2KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/85UKvdVGDqw/s1600-h/with+pooh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skg9yvvu2KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/85UKvdVGDqw/s400/with+pooh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352596099149256866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Now that your gender identity crisis has came to an end, I'll give you a big hug. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&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/35537265-4091449004401576296?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4091449004401576296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4091449004401576296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4091449004401576296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4091449004401576296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-winnie-poohs-gender.html' title='What is Winnie the Pooh&apos;s Gender?'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/Skg9ZpL-kFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-7aDFKzY2J8/s72-c/he+is+a+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7097177051965430474</id><published>2009-06-29T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:48:32.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Photography Tidbit: Vanity Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt; 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&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;True, this statement from Ansel Adam, shows that photography starts from one’s interest and appreciation of the details and artistic forms of his environment. Experience follows and molds an individual into becoming a great photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recently, I’ve been observing great photographers, and I learned a lot from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In this entry, I would focus on one tidbit I learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never be conscious of your looks when you take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Professional photographers don’t care if the clothes they wear be soaked in the mud, if their whole form become drenched in the rain, or if they make a nuisance out of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgRzyDlL2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hqklZjl8ipw/s1600-h/DSC_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgRzyDlL2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hqklZjl8ipw/s400/DSC_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547738437627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mr. Abasolo's V-Leg formation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgR_rgvZPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GJq1jH9NfD8/s1600-h/photographer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgR_rgvZPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GJq1jH9NfD8/s400/photographer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547942839313650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;elbow rest position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgpsTVNTgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-ZAywm7Z-fE/s1600-h/reg+photographer+na+dumadapa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgpsTVNTgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-ZAywm7Z-fE/s400/reg+photographer+na+dumadapa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352573998210043394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;and the best position I've seen :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quoting from Jojie Alcantara, while she was covering a wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“The only way for me to get a shot with the sky as background was to lie down on the grass, almost right below. Lost in the moment, they barely noticed me. Together, they held on to the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mess up my clothes for lying down. But I captured my sky shots.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thus, learning from the great teachers, I make an effort to remove any vanity in myself (if there is any..hehe) in taking shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgSraVGuVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LqNKXu8XMBI/s1600-h/ME+shooting+the+single+leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgSraVGuVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LqNKXu8XMBI/s400/ME+shooting+the+single+leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352548694141352274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who cares about the curious onlookers, intense heat and sticky sand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Special thanks to Cat Martin for this shot.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgTiVqLQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3_SDMVBxIZk/s1600-h/single+green+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgTiVqLQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3_SDMVBxIZk/s400/single+green+on+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352549637780358082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...as long as I capture my once-in-a-lifetime shot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Therefore, having love for photography impels us to remove all excessive vanity and conceit. A photographer should possess humility, not capturing shots for the purpose of recognition and pride, but more on the purpose of sharing and serving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are real life lessons, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-7097177051965430474?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7097177051965430474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7097177051965430474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7097177051965430474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7097177051965430474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/photography-tidbit-vanity-matters.html' title='Photography Tidbit: Vanity Matters'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SkgRzyDlL2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hqklZjl8ipw/s72-c/DSC_1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-308024126394174325</id><published>2009-06-17T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:48:42.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Travels'/><title type='text'>I Heart Marikina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Marikina, known as the cleanest city in the National Capital Region, displays its own pride in making passers-by gaze in awe at its marvelous landscapes, spick-and-span spots and disciplined residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs to ride planes or book expensive flights to shoot beautiful scenery?&lt;br /&gt;Close to my heart, my homeplace served as the setting for my photowalk :)&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhH3MQ8tQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XhGhng3hZW0/s1600-h/015_TEMPLE+REFLECTION.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhH3MQ8tQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XhGhng3hZW0/s400/015_TEMPLE+REFLECTION.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348103571013154050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Temple display in Riverbanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHwes7DRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AT_zEyeDb0s/s1600-h/012_floating+restaurant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHwes7DRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AT_zEyeDb0s/s400/012_floating+restaurant.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348103455703239954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Floating Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHnytIpMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hcl7wBtYXLk/s1600-h/overlooking+SM+MArikina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHnytIpMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hcl7wBtYXLk/s400/overlooking+SM+MArikina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348103306454017218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;SM Marikina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHgkNreMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_FvV8ingw4/s1600-h/011_marikit+na.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHgkNreMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_FvV8ingw4/s400/011_marikit+na.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348103182304901314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Statue of Marikit-na, the legendary woman of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHODAhm4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5YZIjpJFQP4/s1600-h/long+river.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHODAhm4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5YZIjpJFQP4/s400/long+river.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348102864153713538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;the long Marikina River&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHYDQY7tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xlbZsRNApf8/s1600-h/003_riverside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhHYDQY7tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xlbZsRNApf8/s400/003_riverside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348103036018945746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Jogging lanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhIE8R2QAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hhq3RxI21ts/s1600-h/017_hindu+temple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhIE8R2QAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hhq3RxI21ts/s400/017_hindu+temple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348103807240126466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Buddhist temple where a lot of folks do aerobics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhJAcaj8jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c2ZTMIgdS9g/s1600-h/007_footbridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhJAcaj8jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/c2ZTMIgdS9g/s400/007_footbridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348104829478892082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;footbridge where people can cross the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhJoPJ4g5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YtvNSJylYTs/s1600-h/013_piso+per+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhJoPJ4g5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YtvNSJylYTs/s400/013_piso+per+ride.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348105513114043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Or board a boat for P1/one way ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhKahcYIEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8GUV4DfaErI/s1600-h/030_falls+inside+Riverbanks+Mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhKahcYIEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8GUV4DfaErI/s400/030_falls+inside+Riverbanks+Mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106377016909890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You may also go inside the famous Riverbanks Mall and enjoy shopping and resto hopping ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Or take a look at the largest shoes in the world - Marikina shoe museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, enjoy the scenes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And visit us here in Marikina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35537265-308024126394174325?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/308024126394174325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=308024126394174325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/308024126394174325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/308024126394174325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/marikina-known-as-cleanest-city-in.html' title='I Heart Marikina'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjhH3MQ8tQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XhGhng3hZW0/s72-c/015_TEMPLE+REFLECTION.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-7214643162222349463</id><published>2009-06-15T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:48:55.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful Tidbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Why It's Better to be a Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */  @list l0  {mso-list-id:765273576;  mso-list-type:hybrid;  mso-list-template-ids:219343054 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715;} @list l0:level1  {mso-level-tab-stop:.5in;  mso-level-number-position:left;  text-indent:-.25in;} ol  {margin-bottom:0in;} ul  {margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3627374708_2235ae10c2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 350px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3627374708_2235ae10c2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You      can eat, sip, and lick all you want without being too conscious about your      looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3626634481_3fcdbec700.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3626634481_3fcdbec700.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone      knows you’re innocent so you cannot be blamed for the troubles going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWfkRAgEnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qh8_MsKszck/s1600-h/024_smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWfkRAgEnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qh8_MsKszck/s400/024_smile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347355577961943666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You      experience play-all-you-want days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/3626629937_bac5afbc57.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/3626629937_bac5afbc57.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You      always get new stuffs without working hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWkpzRUwqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QG5-CiMZYtk/s1600-h/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWkpzRUwqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QG5-CiMZYtk/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347361170616795810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You      can do whatever you want ( such as walking around naked) without people making a fuss about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWl-elbhaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YLBmfim3lVE/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWl-elbhaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YLBmfim3lVE/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347362625352861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone      seems to be amused by most of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWmcw2XplI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BLe6aAi7CHQ/s1600-h/52_chubby+carlo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWmcw2XplI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BLe6aAi7CHQ/s400/52_chubby+carlo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347363145651824210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone      thinks you’re cute. And you always make them notice your cuteness :)) You don't worry much about pimples, skin aging, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWpbB-STlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DW__9zHKlZE/s1600-h/ice+cream+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m1GGjPMaxJY/SjWpbB-STlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DW__9zHKlZE/s400/ice+cream+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347366414423576146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The      only problem you have is when someone grabs your food and toys; and the      only rivals you treat are your parents and playmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Partially, these are satisfactory reasons of the pros of being a kid. Kids have plenty of time to roam and enjoy their surroundings. Innocent and carefree, they see the world as a huge playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, being a kid has a lot of limitations. Growing up poses a lot of responsibilities, problems, and more interactions. Thus, more learning are gained. Being a kid is just a foundation of facing the real life. Yes, you can experience the real life when you grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s better to be grown-ups after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35537265-7214643162222349463?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/7214643162222349463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=7214643162222349463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7214643162222349463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/7214643162222349463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-its-better-to-be-kid.html' title='Why It&apos;s Better to be a Kid'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3627374708_2235ae10c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35537265.post-4661260025519592928</id><published>2009-06-09T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:49:02.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Stories'/><title type='text'>Kahihiyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lagi na lang daw Ingles ang mga entri ko dito, kaya ngayon susulat naman ako ng Tagalog. Bilang unang Tagalog na entri, ikkuwento ko ang ilan sa mga kahiya-hiyang karanasan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“Bibo” ako nung bata pa ako. Siguro dahil sinanay lang ako kung paano makitungo sa mga tao at mag-isip na marami akong talento. (kuno)  Nasa Prep pa lang ako nang dumating ang Kool-Aid Juicers sa paaralan naming upang magkaroon ng programa at ianunsiyo ang kanilang produkto. Madaming palaro at mga papremyo. Biglang nagtanong kung sinong bata ang gustong magpakita ng talento. At sa harap ng buong elementarya at mga guro, buong tapang akong nagtaas ng kamay at nagsabing “Ako po! Kakanta ako!” Tinawag ako sa harap. Pagdating sa plataporma, tumayo ako ng buong tapang at kumanta ng “Tigyawat sa pisngi, pati na sa ilong…. Parang ice cream na natutunaw…..” Nagpalakpakan ang lahat at nagsigawan ang mga kaklase ko. Ako naman ay kumaway sa kanila. Wala akong ideya noon kung ano ang ginawa ko. Ang nararamdaman ko lang noon ay masaya ko at masarap kumanta. Buti na lang at halos 18 taon na ang nakalilipas. Hindi na siguro ako natatandaan ng mga guro ko at hindi na iyon naaalala pa ng mga kaklase ko. Sa ngayon, subukan ninyong pakantahin ako sa plataporma at susuko kayo bago ko gawin iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ikalawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;High School na ako noon. Palagi akong nakaupo sa harapan kasi sa letrang A nagsisimula ang apelyido ko – ALICIAS. Kaya gustuhin ko man sa likod, sa harapan at minsa’y sa gitnang gitna ako nakaupo. Isang araw, absent ang guro namin sa isang subject. Kaya ayan na naman at kwentuhan ang mga kaklase ko. Sobrang saya namin at malakas ang tawanan. Maya-maya nakaramdam ako na gusto kong pumunta sa banyo – para na rin makalabas sa silid at makalibot. Ayos lang sa akin na mag-isa sa banyo kaya nagpunta ako doon. Pagkatapos ko gumamit nag-ayos ayos at nagpaganda. Tapos lumabas na ako at dahan dahang naglakad pagbalik sa silid-aralan. Dahil wala naming guro, dahan dahan pa ko. Sabi ko sa sarili ko “Ang ganda pala ng paaralan ko pag hapon. Maganda ang mga bulaklak. Masarap ang sikat ng araw.” Sumilip-silip pa ako sa silid ng ibang estudyante baka may makita akong kakilala at mangitian. Pumasok na ako sa silid at umupo sa harap. May kukunin sana ako sa bag ko pero hindi ko makita.Teka. nawawala ang bag ko. Aba pinaglaruan na naman yata nila. Humanda ang katabi ko, hindi niya binantayan. Humarap ako sa katabi ko para tanungin siya. Teka. Isang mukhang di kilala ang nasa tabi ko. Sino siya? Sabi ko "SIno ka? anong ginagawa mo dito?" Sumagot siya "Dito ako nakaupo!" Teka parang mali. Biglang inaninag ko ang paligid tumingin ako sa harap at andoon ang guro, isang gurong hindi ko kilala at ang mga kaklase kong... hindi ko din kilala. "Iha, hindi ito ang silid mo." Patay! Isang malaking kahihiyan. Lahat sila nakatingin sa kin at nasa harap pa ko. "Joke lang po. Babye" Ang nasambit ko. At pagkalabas ko sa silid kumaripas ako ng takbo at bumalik sa silid ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Madami pa akong kahihiyan pero hindi ko na ikkwento. Eto ay mga magagaan lang. Eto lang muna ang ibabahagi ko sa inyo. Sa susunod na lang ang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35537265-4661260025519592928?l=balicias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/feeds/4661260025519592928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35537265&amp;postID=4661260025519592928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4661260025519592928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35537265/posts/default/4661260025519592928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balicias.blogspot.com/2009/06/kahihiyan.html' title='Kahihiyan'/><author><name>Bess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02789060718251730733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CtRzBCmSv88/TpU0rSSJ0nI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tM9s82ZIgSI/s220/windy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
