<?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-1435576066408701427</id><updated>2011-10-11T21:28:59.086-07:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='migrating to AU'/><category term='girl power'/><category term='baby'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='ABAP'/><category term='family'/><category term='kikay'/><category term='labs'/><category term='pasyal pasyal'/><category term='blah blahs'/><category term='showbiz'/><category term='buhay ofw'/><category term='info'/><category term='married life'/><category term='kids'/><category term='oz'/><title type='text'>diwata chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>ramblings of a self proclaimed diwata</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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experience that is within the key areas of knowledge. &amp;nbsp;it is supposed to be the route for those tertiary education that is not related to their work experience. &amp;nbsp;i dont get it because im a comp sci graduate and im working as a developer! argh!!! i so hate ACS right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-7353314867098561750?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7353314867098561750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/recognition-of-prior-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7353314867098561750'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it has been my routine every morning since my son started school here to drop him to school before going work. i usually sit with him on the waiting area while we wait for the bell to ring. while waiting, i usually encouraged him to play with the other kids. i will also tell him that i should just drop him off the gate and he should be independent. today after 2 weeks, when we are nearing the gate of his school, he told me that its time for me to go. he said he can go on his own. i asked him if he was sure, he nodded and kissed me goodbye. i watched him and felt proud and sad at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-1273443932863097404?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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husband has a facebook account.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it is a normal question but i was hesitant to answer it because i&amp;nbsp;know what the next question would be. &amp;nbsp;but just to clear things out,&amp;nbsp;yes he has a facebook account and we are not friends because i have&amp;nbsp;un-friend him. &amp;nbsp;well, our marriage is in a rocky road right now. &amp;nbsp;its not something i hide but its also not something im proud of. &amp;nbsp;plus i know that talking about it openly will just make it more&amp;nbsp;complicated. &amp;nbsp;i dont wanna say things and in the end eat them. all i&amp;nbsp;know right now is im not settling for less than i think what i&amp;nbsp;deserve. &amp;nbsp;i always believed in love and i know that love will always&amp;nbsp;be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4582429882577197141?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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and choose better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years ago, this would just struck me as another juicy showbiz news. but truly, motherhood will change how the way you look at things. &amp;nbsp;this really got me to thinking on how will i raise my kids so that they will make the right choices when the time comes. as parents, we can only do so much but as a mother, i wish i can do everything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that its still too early for me to worry, but if it was me, i think i would constantly remind them of the consequences of their actions. &amp;nbsp;i would even scare them how life is going to be difficult. &amp;nbsp;but more importantly i would make sure that they would feel how much i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could be that kind of mom! &amp;nbsp;because right now, i cant even get them to sleep early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all the wonderful blessings that i have right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-6253019260533408070?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6253019260533408070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-good-as-it-gets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/6253019260533408070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/6253019260533408070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='as good as it gets'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-7427295218008258681</id><published>2011-06-30T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:06:32.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>its complicated</title><content type='html'>on the outside, everything seems to be perfectly all right.  a family settling down where the grass is much greener.  but, it is really more than that.  my hubby and i, are both in a complicated relationship.  yes we are together but we are not really together.  we are almost going to the direction of annulment but we decided to try to make it work.  part of me wishes for it to work but part of me is saying to stop wasting time.  well maybe for the kids sake, even something as expensive as time is worth buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not fighting but we are not happy either, at least i am not.  i don't know if he is.  i have already given up on talking and like most men, he rarely talks about his emotions.  he is a perfect father to my kids but i really think that you have to be a husband first for a family to work.  oh well, i think we really need an intervention.  may god bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-7427295218008258681?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7427295218008258681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7427295218008258681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7427295218008258681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-complicated.html' title='its complicated'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8612855046557302415</id><published>2011-06-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:08:52.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay ofw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oz'/><title type='text'>cable without tv</title><content type='html'>here in oz, they have what they call EOFYS or end of financial year sale.  surprisingly, even cable company foxtel holds its EOFYS. its free installation and you get to pay only half for the first 6 mos. good deal right?  the sale ends today, 30th of June.  and so even without the tv yet, we availed their services :-). and so we have a cable and no tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tv'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-3527241370403379115</id><published>2011-06-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:06:32.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABAP'/><title type='text'>flames</title><content type='html'>as a developer, there are really times na walang ginagawa sa office.  at during those times eh talaga namang napakahirap magpangap na gawing kapakipakinabang ang idle time.  hay.. kaya eto, naisip kong gumawa ng "flames" na program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga di nakaka alam ng flames na love game, paki google na lang.  anyway, eto ang aking flames na program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;---------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*&amp; Report  YFLAMES&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;---------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORT  yflames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATA: gv_count TYPE i,&lt;br /&gt;      gv_result TYPE char1,&lt;br /&gt;      gv_total TYPE i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELECTION-SCREEN BEGIN OF BLOCK b1 WITH FRAME.&lt;br /&gt;PARAMETERS: p_name1 TYPE char50,&lt;br /&gt;            p_name2 TYPE char50.&lt;br /&gt;SELECTION-SCREEN END OF BLOCK b1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START-OF-SELECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAR gv_count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM get_count USING p_name1 p_name2&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING gv_count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM get_result USING gv_count&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING gv_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE: /3 p_name1, ' - ', gv_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gv_total = gv_total + gv_count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM get_count USING p_name2 p_name1&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING gv_count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM get_result USING gv_count&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING gv_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE: /3 p_name2, ' - ', gv_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gv_total = gv_total + gv_count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM get_result USING gv_total&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING gv_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE: /3 p_name1, p_name2, ' - ', gv_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;---------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;      Form  GET_COUNT&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;---------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*       text&lt;br /&gt;*----------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*      --&gt;P_NAME  text&lt;br /&gt;*----------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;FORM get_count  USING    p_name1 p_name2&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING p_count.&lt;br /&gt;DATA: lv_length TYPE i,&lt;br /&gt;lv_letter TYPE char1,&lt;br /&gt;lv_index TYPE i,&lt;br /&gt;lt_result_tab TYPE match_result_tab,&lt;br /&gt;ls_result TYPE match_result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv_length = strlen( p_name1 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAR: lv_index, p_count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO lv_length TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;lv_letter = p_name1+lv_index(1).&lt;br /&gt;IF lv_letter IS NOT INITIAL.&lt;br /&gt;FIND ALL OCCURRENCES OF lv_letter IN p_name2&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS lt_result_tab.&lt;br /&gt;IF lt_result_tab IS NOT INITIAL.&lt;br /&gt;p_count = p_count + 1.&lt;br /&gt;ENDIF.&lt;br /&gt;ENDIF.&lt;br /&gt;lv_index = lv_index + 1.&lt;br /&gt;ENDDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDFORM.                    " GET_COUNT&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;---------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;      Form  GET_RESULT&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;---------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*       text&lt;br /&gt;*----------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;*      --&gt;P_COUNT  text&lt;br /&gt;*----------------------------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;FORM get_result  USING    p_count&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING    p_result.&lt;br /&gt;DATA: lv_result TYPE i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv_result = p_count MOD 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE lv_result.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN 1.&lt;br /&gt;p_result = 'F'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN 2.&lt;br /&gt;p_result = 'L'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN 3.&lt;br /&gt;p_result = 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN 4.&lt;br /&gt;p_result = 'M'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN 5.&lt;br /&gt;p_result = 'E'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN 6 or 0.&lt;br /&gt;p_result = 'S'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDFORM.                    " GET_RESULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not enough para maubos ko ang 8 hours, pero kung sino sinong crush ko ang naisip ko para itry. pinaka nagustuhan ko ung result namin ni John Lloyd Cruz dahil "S" kami.. meaning sweethearts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-3527241370403379115?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3527241370403379115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/flames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3527241370403379115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3527241370403379115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/flames.html' title='flames'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8110465047947340335</id><published>2011-06-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:08:26.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrating to AU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oz'/><title type='text'>ACS Requirements</title><content type='html'>im here in brisbane under a 457 visa.  eto ung working visa here in australia.  the company who will hire you should be the one to process this. sabi ni employer ko, after 2 years daw eh they can sponsor me for a permanent residency here in australia. but, marami nag advise sa akin to not depend on your employer's sponsorship.  basically you can apply on your own naman. and since dinala ko na dito ang family ko, it will be safer for us kung istart na naman iprocess ung application namin for permanent residency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so our quest to achieve that! medyo maraming steps and overwhlemed din ako pero sabi nga ni johny walker, just keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our first step is for my skills to be recognized by the proper authority. since im in information technology, ACS dapat ang mag recognize ng skills ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano magpa assess ng skills sa ACS? eto ang mga requirements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Passport&lt;br /&gt;2. Birth Certificate&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage Contract (if married)&lt;br /&gt;4. Diploma&lt;br /&gt;5. Transcript of Records&lt;br /&gt;6. Detailed Certificate of Employment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat nakalagay dun sa COE ung mga naging projects mo and kung ano ang mga ginagawa mo dun sa projects na un.  gusto lang nila malaman kung ano talaga ang work mo.  tapos dapat may contact numbers din nung pipirma sa certificate kasi iverify nila kung totoo mga sinabi mo dun sa certificate.  bale, gumawa na ko ng template tapos send ko na lang dun sa hr nung mga previous company ko kasi usually di naman nila alam ang gingagawa ko sa work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case pala na close na ung company eh kailangan ng statury declaration mo na close na nga ung company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of the moment eh COE from 2 previous company ko na lang ang kulang.  pag nacomplete ko na un eh magpa assess na ko sa ACS. by the way 450 AUD pala ang assessment fee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oz'/><title type='text'>no tv</title><content type='html'>generally, unfurnished ang mga properties for rental dito sa brisbane.  so you can just imagine how hard it is for a person/family to start here.  you have to buy everything from basahan to ref! of course i have to prioritize on the more important things.  and so i decided that tv is not one of them.  can you just imagine at this age, a life without tv? and did i mention that i have a 6 yrs old boy and a 2 yrs old girl.. its really a challenge i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, this one will be one of my cute moments with my boy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me folding newly washed clothes&lt;br /&gt;my boy: mommy can i help you to fold the clothes?&lt;br /&gt;me: sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boy, hardly folding the clothes&lt;br /&gt;me: thats not how to do it..&lt;br /&gt;my boy: can you teach me how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me showing him how&lt;br /&gt;my boy: wow! mommy you are so galing! you really are the best mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odiba best mom ako bigla.. he wont even take a notice of me folding the clothes if there is a tv nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4999301408476780939?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4999301408476780939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4999301408476780939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4999301408476780939'/><link rel='alternate' 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mababaliw ako dun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kabutihang palad naman eh nalipat ako ng project sa new jersey nung april. buti dito maraming kamaganak kaya enjoy.  at eto dahil nga siguro enjoy, eh nabuntis ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/STrXTsZKijI/AAAAAAAAIhg/lSMMiA4_Okc/s1600-h/20+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/STrXTsZKijI/AAAAAAAAIhg/lSMMiA4_Okc/s320/20+weeks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766646752152114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january next year ako manganganak. medyo nagdalawang isip kung dito or sa pinas ako manganak pero nauwi din sa desisyon na dito na nga lang.  actually dami pang nangyari this year, may pangit at marami din namang maganda kaya thankful pa din talaga.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years resolution ko next year eh lagi kong update tong blog ko.  wish ko talaga... hehe..  so much for the blog out.. im back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-6390588681357923284?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6390588681357923284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/6390588681357923284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/6390588681357923284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-out.html' title='blog out'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/STrXTsZKijI/AAAAAAAAIhg/lSMMiA4_Okc/s72-c/20+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-2673207573819669023</id><published>2007-10-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay ofw'/><title type='text'>ang alamat ng visa</title><content type='html'>one of the requirement by malaysian embassy in manila for a work permit visa stamp is a medical clearance.  hate na hate ko ang mag undergo nito kasi kahit mukha akong healthy eh marami po akong sakit. so ang usually 3 days process lang eh inaabot sa akin ng 7 days.  kailangan ko magpabalik balik sa hospital para kumuha ng clearance sa mga doktor na specialist na napakamamahal sumingil at bukod pa dun ay kung ano anong pang mga tests ang ginagawa sa akin para lang ako iclear ng aking doktor. actually di naman malala ang aking sakit at hindi naman talaga ito makaaapekto sa aking trabaho or makahahawa sa aking mga katrabaho. pero kailangan lang talaga patunayan ito kaya kailangan ko magundergo sa mga tests na ito.  so sa pagkahaba habang prosesong akong pinag daanan eh nakuha ko din ang aking medical clearance na nagsasabi na ako ay &lt;strong&gt;FIT TO WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so punta agad ako sa malaysian embassy para ipasa ang aking medical clearance para makuha ko na ang aking passport.  aba pagdating ko ba naman dun eh hindi daw inasikaso yung aking passport kasi di ko daw binigay yung itenerary ko nung huling punta ko dun! anoh??? eh pinasa ko yun sa kanila nung araw din na yun, hindi nga lang sya ang nagrcv pero binigay ko sa kanila! sus.. martes na at sa sabado na ang aking flight.. kailangan ko ang aking passport!!! nagwala ako dun sa embassy.. nagsalita talaga ko ng malakas na this is not fair! i gave my itenerary to this office! with matching pagkuha ng pangalan nya saka nung nagrcv nung papel ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ba sila naguusap usap dun sa loob kung ano ang mga natatangap nilang dokumento! nak ng teteng naman, ang tagal na nga inabot ng medical ko tapos di pa nila bibigay ang passport ko... natakot siguro yung babae dun sa pagwawala ko kaya ayun aasikasuhin nya daw, kinabukasan daw ng umagang umaga makukuha ko passport ko kahit hindi pa daw oras ng visa release.  hay.. bwisit talaga ko pero wala akong magagawa kundi ang bumalik ulit kinabukasan... sus talaga! eh kailangan ko pa kayang dumaan ng poea pagkakuha ko ng passport ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinabukasan ng maaga eh nandun na ko.. kahit di pa visa releasing eh nakuha ko naman ang passport ko.. hay.. tinamad na din ako ireklamo sila kasi need ko pa dumaan ng poea at baka dun eh maubos uli ang aking pasensya.. mahaba na din malamang ang pila dun.. panibagong alamat ng paghihintay na naman to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-2673207573819669023?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2673207573819669023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/ang-alamat-ng-visa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/2673207573819669023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/2673207573819669023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/ang-alamat-ng-visa.html' title='ang alamat ng visa'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8489819768123828049</id><published>2007-09-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay ofw'/><title type='text'>ang saya saya!!!</title><content type='html'>grabe ang saya saya ko! i just got my passport today already stamped with my new work permit here in UK.  that means i can fly back this friday.  but the best news is that since expire na din yung work permit ko sa Malaysia, where i am really base, they have to send me back to Manila to take care of it sa POEA.  sa KL lang kasi ako entitled umuwi dapat. o diba exciting, makakauwi ako sa pinas!!! yahoo!!! ang bait talaga ni Lord, akalain mo pinauwi ako ng pinas ng libre.  although dami ko dapat asikasuhin sa pinas in 2 weeks time eh happy pa din ako and thankful. miss ko na din ang KL pero syempre mas miss na miss ko ang pinas at ang aking baby bear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-8489819768123828049?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8489819768123828049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-saya-saya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8489819768123828049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8489819768123828049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-saya-saya.html' title='ang saya saya!!!'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-3188273558827986678</id><published>2007-09-24T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay ofw'/><title type='text'>homesick... almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RvgkWK51BOI/AAAAAAAADYE/lxFEjYAz47I/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RvgkWK51BOI/AAAAAAAADYE/lxFEjYAz47I/s320/DSC05080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113877340181824738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im entitled to fly back to KL every 10 weeks. i was supposed to fly back last sept 14 but because my work permit here in UK is about to expire on oct 1, they have to renew it before i fly back.. unfortunately, its already sep 24 and my passport is still not with me so i obviously cant fly!!! i really would love to have a break from london.. i miss my baby bear.. i miss KL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-3188273558827986678?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3188273558827986678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/homesick-almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3188273558827986678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3188273558827986678'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RvLkFa50z0I/AAAAAAAABl4/4iQk13cLtto/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RvLkFa50z0I/AAAAAAAABl4/4iQk13cLtto/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112399308791271234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamang homesick ako ngayon... tingin ako ng tingin sa pictures ng baby bear ko. isa to sa mga favorites ko na picture nya, relax na relax sa tubig.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na ngang tingnan kasi lalo lang ako nahohomesick pero di ko naman mapigilan...  naiimagine ko tuloy dati nung di pa uso ang digital camera at ang internet.. pano kaya yung mga ofw nun.. pano kaya sila pag nahohomesick.. ang hirap siguro..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-2206900137159847497?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RvLkFa50z0I/AAAAAAAABl4/4iQk13cLtto/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-5773214827524237539</id><published>2007-09-14T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>slow down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RuqIsFTlFeI/AAAAAAAABko/UgoKZuYzJyo/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RuqIsFTlFeI/AAAAAAAABko/UgoKZuYzJyo/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110047018125170146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilang tulog na lang at 30 na ko... happy naman ako kaya lang parang feeling ko eh dapat mas marami pa ko naachieve at this age.. pero greatest achievement ko talaga yung baby bear ko... pag naiisip ko sya parang kahit anong edad pa ko eh panalo talaga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-5773214827524237539?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5773214827524237539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/5773214827524237539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/5773214827524237539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-down.html' title='slow down'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RuqIsFTlFeI/AAAAAAAABko/UgoKZuYzJyo/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-4087884452585275230</id><published>2007-09-13T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>ang cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RumkslTlFdI/AAAAAAAABkg/ePOcTorBVj8/s1600-h/ipod+nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RumkslTlFdI/AAAAAAAABkg/ePOcTorBVj8/s320/ipod+nano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109796338063971794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang cute ng bagong ipod nano!!! gusto ko!!! kaso may ipod video na ko.. di naman practical na dalawa pa ang mp3 player ko... unless iregalo ko na lang kay hubby yung luma.. on the other hand 8 gig lang yung capacity nitong ipod nano.. wag na lang... konting video lang ang malagay ko dun... pero ang cute talaga nya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4087884452585275230?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4087884452585275230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4087884452585275230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4087884452585275230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-cute.html' title='ang cute'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RumkslTlFdI/AAAAAAAABkg/ePOcTorBVj8/s72-c/ipod+nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-3776949402192643867</id><published>2007-09-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>gusto ko nito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RumjI1TlFcI/AAAAAAAABkY/xCOPRKSykws/s1600-h/nintendo+ds+lite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RumjI1TlFcI/AAAAAAAABkY/xCOPRKSykws/s320/nintendo+ds+lite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109794624372020674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ng nintendo ds lite... yung kulay pink.. bibili talaga ko nito pagbalik ko ng KL.. mas murang di hamak dun kesa dito sa london... sabagay wala namang mura dito.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magiging akin ka din...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-3776949402192643867?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3776949402192643867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/gusto-ko-nito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3776949402192643867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3776949402192643867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/gusto-ko-nito.html' title='gusto ko nito'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RumjI1TlFcI/AAAAAAAABkY/xCOPRKSykws/s72-c/nintendo+ds+lite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8622447929665045139</id><published>2007-08-24T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasyal pasyal'/><title type='text'>cambridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yolyibasco/Cambridge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/yolyibasco/Rs3crmzR7ME/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-QP9Ub7k_mw/s160-c/Cambridge.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/yolyibasco/Cambridge" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;click for more picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpunta kami sa cambridge last july 21... last weekend na kasi ni choko dito sa london, tapos na yung project nya kaya uwi na sya sa pinas... ayun nagyaya ng  pasyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bale ako, si choko saka si andie lang ang namasyal.. yung iba kasi naming kaberks eh bisibisihan... sa gabi na lang daw magkitakits... may imeet kami na pinay dun sa cambridge, nameeet ni choko sa airport and nagsabi na pag punta daw sya ng cambridge eh tawagan sya para maipasyal, so tinawagan ni choko.. roxy ang name nya... bait talaga ng kapwa ofw.... medyo tinanghali na nga kami kaya past 11 na kami nakarating ng cambridge station, tapos text namin si roxy and maya maya dumating na sya.. dinala nya kami sa town tapos dami na dun nag aalok ng punting.. ano yun... hehe... nun ko nga lang din nalaman yung punting... sa mga di nakakaalam, ganito yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/Rs84O2zSA1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/GJB7WyMOOsw/s1600-h/Punting_cam_gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/Rs84O2zSA1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/GJB7WyMOOsw/s320/Punting_cam_gown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102358730713989970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punt yung tawag sa bangka, punter naman yung driver, panty naman yung sinusuot ng mga babae, pwede din naman ng lalake..hehe... grabe ang popogi nung mga punter... narealize ko kung sa pinas to malamang ang pangit ng punter.. hehe.. at in fairness mga nakajaporms pa... yung iba naka suit.. kala mo manager... mga estudyante daw ng cambridge karamihan ang punter.. sideline nila... beermoney daw sabi nung punter namin.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakabili din ako ng harry potter book 7 dun sa isang bookstore dun.  nagulat kasi ako at mas mura yung book dun kesa sa central london... GBP10 lang dun eh samantalang 13 sa mga bookstore sa central london... may mas mura pa nga kaming nakita kaya lang sold out agad eh... binili ko na din at sayang din yung 3 noh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda dun sa cambridge, kung may chance kau punta din kau.. thanks kay roxy na kahit first time lang naming nakilala eh pinasyal kami... sa uulitin.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-8622447929665045139?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8622447929665045139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/cambridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8622447929665045139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8622447929665045139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/cambridge.html' title='cambridge'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/Rs84O2zSA1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/GJB7WyMOOsw/s72-c/Punting_cam_gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-2842412473740053456</id><published>2007-08-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay ofw'/><title type='text'>PROUD OFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/Rs3192zSA0I/AAAAAAAAA78/Qs1jg80Fwfw/s1600-h/ofwbloggersnetwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/Rs3192zSA0I/AAAAAAAAA78/Qs1jg80Fwfw/s400/ofwbloggersnetwork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102004395912069954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabwisit ako nung mabasa ko ang article ni malu.. kala nya yata porket mayaman sya eh pwede na syang mang apak ng kapwa nya.. actually mas nagulat ako at pinayagan na mapublish ang ganito kainsensitive na article.. sana matauhan yang malu na yan.. i bet this is experience will humble her.. good for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako usually nagsusulat ng mga paghihirap ko as OFW sa blog ko kasi feeling ko di ko na kailangan ipangalandakan yun diba... kasi obvious yun eh, parang super sensitive na lang talaga ang di makakaisip nun... kaya para sau malu ang wento ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako lang ang medyo maayos at stable ang work sa family namin kaya ako tumatayong bread winner.. tapos nung nag asawa ako di ko pa din giniveup yung pagtulong sa kanila.. kaya ayun walang ipon.. and then i got pregnant and we were so happy.. kaya lang medyo nagiisip na din kaming mag asawa nun  kung kaya ba ng budget namin pag may baby na.. pero syempre bukod dun eh sobrang excited kami sa pagdating ng baby namin... and then nanganak na nga ako.. may budget naman kami sa pagkapanganak ko kaya lang kinulang kasi may phlegm daw yung baby ko sa lungs and need nya mag antibiotic for 1 week.  and so ayun na nga, medyo nahihirapan na kami magbudget kaya kahit 3 months pa lang baby ko eh inaccept ko yung job offer sa KL.. sobrang ayoko iwan ang baby ko pero kailangan magpakatatag... grabe, gabi gabi yata ako umiiyak nun.. ayoko nga na nag gagabi eh.. kasi eto yung time na magisa na lang ako sa room ko at namimiss ko talaga sila... my hubby sends me a picture of our baby everyday.. nakakatuwa kasi everyday eh lumalaki sya.. pero sobrang nakakalungkot din kasi wala ako dun.. regret ko talaga na wala ako dun sa tabi nya pero wala naman akong choice eh... tama na nga at baka maiyak pa ko dito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ganun nga malu, ganun nga kahirap... kung sabi nila nasa huli ang pagsisisi, sa aming mga ofw na may mga iniwan na anak sa pinas, sa una pa lang nagsisisi na kasi iiwan namin ang mga anak namin... pero walang lugar ang pagsisisi sa mga katulad namin na hindi kasing yaman mo.. dinudurog talaga ang puso namin sa pagiwan namin sa anak namin and the least we expect from the likes of you is to just shut up.... but you didnt... so i hope you realized how selfish and self centered you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto pala ang excerpts sa article ni malu fernandez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs), my only consolation was the entertainment on the small flat screen in front of me. But it was busted, so I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling of “HOY! Kumusta ka na? At taga sann ka? Domestic helper ka rin ba?” Translation: “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, I had to bravely take the economy flight once more. This time I had already resigned myself to being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-2842412473740053456?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2842412473740053456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/proud-ofw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/2842412473740053456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/2842412473740053456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/proud-ofw.html' title='PROUD OFW'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/Rs3192zSA0I/AAAAAAAAA78/Qs1jg80Fwfw/s72-c/ofwbloggersnetwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-2582426459979824911</id><published>2007-08-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasyal pasyal'/><title type='text'>somerset</title><content type='html'>pasyal kami ng mga kaberks ko dito sa london last august 11.. our destination... somerset.. its supposed to be a beach pero actually di sya mukhang beach.. hehe.. para kaming nasa dubai.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto mga pix namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-42.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158272037698&amp;amp;site=widget-42.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158272037698&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p1/504403158272037698/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158272037698&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p2/504403158272037698/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1435576066408701427-2582426459979824911?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2582426459979824911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/somerset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/2582426459979824911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/2582426459979824911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/somerset.html' title='somerset'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-1050102603484064144</id><published>2007-08-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kikay'/><title type='text'>girl power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RsyEz2zR6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WqO_QaRL94I/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RsyEz2zR6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WqO_QaRL94I/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101598504322721906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;* If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;* Stop making excuses for a man and his behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;* Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;* Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;* Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;* Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;* If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends".-- A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;* The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;* Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;* Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;* Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;* If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;* Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;* You cannot change a man's behaviour. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;* Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;* Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;* Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;* A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;* All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;* You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two way street.&lt;br /&gt;* You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;* You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;* Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;* Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;* Never move into his mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;* Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;* Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-1050102603484064144?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1050102603484064144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/1050102603484064144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/1050102603484064144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-power.html' title='girl power'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RsyEz2zR6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WqO_QaRL94I/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-3238672143164080416</id><published>2007-08-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>crocs</title><content type='html'>found an article on the web about crocs and elevator accidents... apparently marami ng case na ganito... please read the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://for-jograd.livejournal.com/31433.html?mode=reply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-3238672143164080416?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3238672143164080416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/crocs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3238672143164080416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3238672143164080416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/crocs.html' title='crocs'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-9045239835939930858</id><published>2007-08-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kikay'/><title type='text'>my first try at polyvore..</title><content type='html'>found this cute site (polyvore.com).. its so kikay.. love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=118568"&gt;&lt;img width="380" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFnNFX3VHdHRRM0JHOU5PRDd3dlk0MEECAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="weekend" height="400" 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/1435576066408701427-9045239835939930858?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9045239835939930858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-try-at-polyvore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/9045239835939930858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/9045239835939930858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-try-at-polyvore.html' title='my first try at polyvore..'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-7088188131909524610</id><published>2007-04-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasyal pasyal'/><title type='text'>london eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RsyK0WzR6II/AAAAAAAAAAU/dY-bXj4rbeE/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIy1m5-b6_Q/RsyK0WzR6II/AAAAAAAAAAU/dY-bXj4rbeE/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101605109982423170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first weekend in london and i went to see the london eye.. not as impressive as i thought.. although i would always be thankful for being there at the right time because this is where i met the people that turned out to be my friends while im in london&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-7088188131909524610?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7088188131909524610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/london-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-3650213423713861718</id><published>2007-04-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>i might visit the queen</title><content type='html'>flight ko sa sat (april 14, 2007) papunta ng london.  may project dun and kailangan nila ng magaling na programmer, syempre ako pinadala ng company ko.. hehe ang yabang.. syempre.. yabang pinoy eh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, excited ako kasi first time ko sa london.. pero sad ako kasi di ko kasama ang baby bear ko. unlike dito sa KL na di need ng visa ng mga filipino eh di ko makakaray ang anak ko dun.. not to mention na mahal ang airfare papunta dun kaya di ko afford na isama si yaya noh.. wish ko lang maka apply din ng visa hubby ko saka si baby bear para makarating din sila ng london.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;new world, new challenge... i love it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-3650213423713861718?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3650213423713861718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-might-visit-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3650213423713861718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/3650213423713861718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-might-visit-queen.html' title='i might visit the queen'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-240531176849280737</id><published>2006-10-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>3 beautiful things</title><content type='html'>i was surfing the net and found this blog &lt;a href="http://threebeautifulthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://threebeautifulthings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. i was just thinking of my 3 beautiful things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the fact that its saturday today and i just spent my whole day here in my room lazing around and just simpy surfing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. learned about this new application LogMeIn. its an application where you can remote your desktop form another pc via the internet. so if youre outside and want to access your pc, all you need is an internet plus... your pc at home has to be on.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i spoke to my hubby and baby bear on the phone a while ago. just listening to my son's laughter on the phone really completes my day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-240531176849280737?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/240531176849280737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-beautiful-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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For?</title><content type='html'>What Does SAP Stand For?&lt;br /&gt;One Man's Wacky Search to Find the Truth Behind the Acronym&lt;br /&gt;by Jon Reed, Managing Editor, SAPtips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a question that haunts me. You see, people are troubled by acronyms they don't understand. Whether they need to know the answer is not relevant; their troubles will continue until their brains have a satisfactory definition. To this day, I receive frequent emails asking me to explain what SAP stands for. I guess I should be grateful for email; if it didn't exist, I'd get phone calls instead. The calls would go the same way, with me trying to decide whether to blurt out: “Don't say ‘sap’, say ‘S’ ‘A’ ‘P’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correcting people over the phone always seems rude. Confession: I used to derive some petty satisfaction from showing people I knew more about pronouncing SAP than they did. But that was only on those “TGIF” days, and if you don't know what TGIF stands for, you will by the next phase of your SAP project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising factoid: over the years, many of the folks who asked me what SAP stands for were not even interested in the field of SAP. They were simply in the middle of conducting some online business and were annoyed to run into an acronym they could not decipher.&lt;br /&gt;The most common member of the “what does SAP stand for” gang is the “I'm new to SAP” person, or, more accurately, the “I want to be new to SAP” person. Mean recruiters call these folks “wannabes”, but only because companies won't pay recruiting fees for them anymore. Back in the mid-90s, nobody was mocked as a “wannabe.” Everyone who had the word SAP on their resume was worth a $25,000 recruiting fee, whether they knew what SAP stood for or not. And if they had seen a live instance and configured a couple of screens, they could be as “sappy” as they wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been writing and recruiting in SAP since 1995, and it's now time to reveal an unflattering secret. For the first three years, when someone asked me, “What does SAP stand for,” I gave them the wrong answer. “Structural Analysis Program,” I told them, with all the certainty of a world-class expert. This definition is, of course, patently and completely wrong. I will say, in my defense, that it sounds cooler than any official definition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it aloud: “Structural Analysis Program” rolls off the tongue with an authority that suits one of the biggest software companies in the world. Unfortunately, we can't start a movement to turn this into the actual definition because it doesn't make any sense, and never did. In the mid-90s, SAP was much more operational than analytical. The rise of BW does give some (belated) credence to my assertion of “structural analysis”, but the release of Knowledge Management (KW) and the integration of unstructured data into SAP renders my so-called definition permanently irrelevant. I have no hard feelings about this, but if, at a future ASUG event, I happen to run into the consultants who originally gave me this bad definition, I will tie them to a chair and make them listen to Microsoft's presentation on Mendocino over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally learned that “Structural Analysis Program” was not the real definition of SAP, I was more than a little chagrined – not to mention humbled – by the horrifying image of SAP consultants all over the globe being corrected when they confidently offered up the definition provided by “Jon Reed, SAP career expert”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my defense, I am not the only one to bungle this up. Recent terminology surfing found not one, but two incorrect explanations. The good people at TechTarget are misleading another generation of want-to-be's with their “expert” answer to this nagging question. I won't name names here, but according to this link in their “Expert Answer Center”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://expertanswercenter.techtarget.com/eac/knowledgebaseAnswer/0,295199,sid63_gci982738,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://expertanswercenter.techtarget.com/eac/knowledgebaseAnswer/0,295199,sid63_gci982738,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://expertanswercenter.techtarget.com/eac/knowledgebaseAnswer/0,295199,sid63_gci982738,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;/0,295199,sid63_gci982738,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“SAP stands for System Application Program.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close, but not close enough for an “expert”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TechTarget can breathe easy, though: they are a distant second in the misinformation derby. According to Tech Encyclopedia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.tech-encyclopedia.com/term/sap" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.tech-encyclopedia.com/term/sap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“SAP stands for two things: a NetWare protocol and a Standard Accounting Program on which some businesses run their accounting.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Google search on “Standard Accounting Program” generates nothing of interest, which leads us to believe that the usual suspects out of Walldorf are being misrepresented once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most folks online seem to basically agree on what SAP actually stands for (I'm saving the real answer until the end of this column to trick you into reading the whole thing). However, there are a couple of Web sites that claim SAP actually stands for nothing in English, that it only stands for something in German. This could be true, but it seems that a company started by five ex-IBMers and that eventually conquered America would not have overlooked the American need to have our acronyms defined in red, white, and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The idea that SAP is up to some secretive things in Walldorf is certainly nothing new. True, it's a lot harder to find German code embedded in SAP than it used to be, but if you dig around the system long enough, you may find some evidence to support a “German conspiracy”. Speaking of conspiracies, an old pal (who is also a die-hard SAP recruiter) used to get worked up about a screenplay idea he had based on SAP. In his devilish plot, a foreign company sold its software to all U.S. companies, only to flick some kind of evil switch and wreak havoc. His vision of box office greatness remains a pipe dream, but in this age of heightened security, there are some IT managers reading this with furrowed brows. They are going to think about “SAP as Trojan Horse” scenarios as they try to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But SAP is not always serious business. The question of what SAP stands for has been a source of humor on many an SAP project. Back in the day, MIT’s legendary SAP-R3-L had a very entertaining thread on this subject. List members from across the world blew off their project blueprints long enough to take their best shot. Some of their suggestions are a little dated, but for posterity: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Top Things SAP Stands For (From a User’s Point of View)&lt;br /&gt;Stops All Production!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Select Another Package&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suffering and Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salary Advancement Program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scare Another Programmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slow and Pointless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say a Prayer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they are not so dated after all. When New Kids on the Block were popular, and later 'N Sync, it was said that “every girl has their favorite.” So it goes for SAP – the definition of SAP varies based on the curse words most popular on your project. If you have a good definition that's not on this list, by all means send it to us and we'll run a few of them in a future edition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's a lot more fun to joke about what SAP stands for than to actually define it. But for those who made it this far and really do want to know, your time has come. The Internet is a strange library; the most authoritative definition came not from &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://sap.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sap.com&lt;/a&gt;, but from the University of Kentucky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.uky.edu/IRIS/faq/faqs_062905.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.uky.edu/IRIS/faq/faqs_062905.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does SAP stand for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The original meaning (which is German) is: “Systeme, Anwendungen und Produkte in der Datenverarbeitung'.When SAP came to America, it changed to Systems, Applications and Products. In the 1980s it was Systems, Applications and Products in Data Processing, a literal translation of the German wording.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, straight from Kentucky, the correct answer to the hardest (and easiest) question your SAP project team will ever face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one more question on my mind. Once this piece is published, will I still get emails asking me “What does SAP stand for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now there's one question I already know the answer to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-8379876821003608150?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8379876821003608150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-does-sap-stand-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8379876821003608150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/DSC06649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working overseas is no joke, not to mention if you will leave a son behind... it is really very difficult... but one thing i learn is that what doesnt kill you just makes you stronger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from being homesick, my stay here in malaysia is really fun. why??? because i got to meet new friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love meeting people... its like shopping for friends and like they say with women and shoes, that a woman can never have too many shoes... a person can never have too many friends... and also like shoes, picking up a friend that youre comfortable with and at the same time looks nice on you is a jackpot!!! there are also those shoes that after 1 or 2 use, you dont like them anymore... and you will say to yourself, what was i thinking when i bought this shoes? maybe because it was on sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a lot of friends through my stay here and one stands out .... she has become one of my best friends... im really comfortable with her and she's pretty inside and out... i hope that our friendship will last specially now that she's embarking on a new chapter of her life... she's leaving for singapore on november to start on her new carreer... i really wish her goodluck eventhough it makes me sad to think that i no longer have my buddy here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking... maybe i should buy a new shoes... my shoes now are ok and i love it but why not? ill just keep it a nice box just like my other shoes... and i can wear it again whenever i miss it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-3215107605142472349?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-4402490707637085656</id><published>2006-09-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>..:: cRy bAby ::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1050322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1050322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1050320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1050320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1050280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1050279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1050279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1050009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1050009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1040884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1040884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1040841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1040841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1040844.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/P1040844.1.jpg" 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/1435576066408701427-4402490707637085656?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4402490707637085656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/cry-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4402490707637085656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4402490707637085656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/cry-baby.html' title='..:: cRy bAby ::..'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8964773302063714764</id><published>2006-09-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>aNg dUnGis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1040811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/P1040811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;aNg dUnGis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby bear is really growing up.. tingnan nyo naman nagdudungis na.. hehe.. its just too bad that im not there to witness yung paglaki nya.. ayan sad na naman ako.. huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advantage ko lang is were on a time that technology can really overcome distance and i should be happy and thankful for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken last august 18, 2005 when my baby bear attended a bday party in SM Storyland in San Lazaro. it was the 7th birthday of julia... daughter of cecille, my classmate in college. my friends who were there were telling me how likot and happy my baby was... toddler na talaga sya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga dun sa website na binabasa ako about his development, ylac is at this stage where he is really curious about everything and actually starting to experiment on a lot of things. at this stage parents should really be patient... i wish i am with him at this stage....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-8964773302063714764?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8964773302063714764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/ang-dungis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8964773302063714764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8964773302063714764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/ang-dungis.html' title='aNg dUnGis...'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-5295919582346053854</id><published>2006-09-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>... exciTed &amp; sCarEd ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1050058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/P1050058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;... exciTed &amp;amp; sCarEd ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby bear is already booked to fly here in malaysia on oct 10. he wil be travelling with my father and his yaya. im so excited!!! if only im also not scared...:-(... yes, im excited to be with him and surprisingly scared. i dont know but its just that im not sure if i can handle him, specially at his age now. im not sure if he still recognize me as his mother. or he might look for his dad at night... hmmm... i think ill just hope for the best for both of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-5295919582346053854?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-7767244082919864708</id><published>2006-09-24T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kikay'/><title type='text'>ang kiLay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/DSC00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ang kiLay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend jeanette had her hair rebonded at D' Art Salon in Sungei Wang and I thought of having my brows fixed... medyo pasaway kasi yung kilay ko eh.. eh they say that a brow can really make a difference to a girl's face... i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggest nung bading dun na thread daw ang gamitin pero ive heard so many stories na sobrang sakit daw dun so pinaahit and trim ko na lang.. hirap nga lang nito kasi days lang eh pasaway na uli kilay ko... hehe... balik na lang uli ako sa kanila.. 10RM lang naman eh.. pero sayang din yun... ipluck ko na lang kaya.. bahala na.. hirap talagang maging vain... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-7767244082919864708?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7767244082919864708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/ang-kilay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7767244082919864708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7767244082919864708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/ang-kilay.html' title='ang kiLay...'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-7399936208128658784</id><published>2006-08-31T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kikay'/><title type='text'>me and my new shades....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/DSC06645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/DSC06645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;me and my new shades....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aug 31 and its a holiday here in Malaysia... its Merdeka... its their national day... the weather is as usual here on this side of the earth.. its sunny.. so its the perfect time to show off my new oakley shades... :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oakley is my favorite brand of shades, even though hindi sya bagay sa mga pango na tulad ko.. hehe... i just like its style and sometimes may bumabagay din naman sa akin.. haha.. just like this one.. bagay naman diba...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-7399936208128658784?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7399936208128658784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-and-my-new-shades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7399936208128658784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/7399936208128658784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/me-and-my-new-shades.html' title='me and my new shades....'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-4663762501553999193</id><published>2006-08-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:17.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the men in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/DSC_4113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/DSC_4113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the men in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caloy &amp;amp; ylac&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they are the most important men of my life. they are my life... i love them so much that sometimes it hurts.... right now, im here in Kuala Lumpur and these 2 men are in the Philippines... im working here and my hubby caloy is working also in the Philippines. sometimes im wondering why i have to be away from them but i believe that our big boss up there puts us where we are right now. he has his reasons and we just have to trust him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our setup really sucks but i know that this will make our family stronger.. as the lyrics from the song better days says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"we are all Moons in the dark of night Ain't no mornings gonna come Till the time is right Can't get no better days lest You make it through the night You gotta make it Through the night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4663762501553999193?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4663762501553999193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4663762501553999193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4663762501553999193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-in-my-life.html' title='the men in my life'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-514169812580820080</id><published>2006-08-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>..:: life sucks ::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/25214404_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/25214404_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..:: life sucks ::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/6wl2/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a death of a love one is probably the most painful thing anyone will go through.... double it because i lost a very important person in my life, my mom.... my not so perfect mom but one of the most loved mom ever. i may have my own way of showing my love but believe me when i say that i love her so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life really does sucks... why does someone needs to die? why cant we all just grow old and die only when all are memories are gone? up to now im still asking him up there, im now on the stage that i do know deep in my heart the reason but i just miss her so much that i still asks... its useless but i dont know of any other way of dealing with this feeling of loneliness ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its barely 7 months since my mom had her wings and i know that shes always watching over me... i know that she understands me now more than ever.... i always thought back then that we just dont understand each other... maybe because that i never really let her get into the deepest of my heart... its funny that now i feel more confident that she understands and knows what im going through because shes in my heart now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a lot more to give if she has just have given more time... this really sucks..... i miss her so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-514169812580820080?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/514169812580820080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/514169812580820080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/514169812580820080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-sucks.html' title='..:: life sucks ::..'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-6465214924204860196</id><published>2006-08-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>my baby bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/2%20mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/2%20mos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my baby bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jericho Ylac Punzalan Ibasco&lt;br /&gt;April 2, 2005&lt;br /&gt;6.14 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Chinese General Hospital&lt;br /&gt;(Manila, Philippines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/6wl2/9.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came a little later after we checked out of the hospital, the pedia told us that he had a phlegm and he had to be treated for a week. my husband and i was so worried then, we were talking how excited we are that were finally going home with our baby when the pedia told us the bad news, i was really crying. my husband having a background on respiratory thing, convinced me that this is not dangerous and our baby will just be treated with antibiotics. still i was so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so only my husband and i went home from the hospital. the next day we visited him at the hospital, when we got home, i felt very sick, parang nabinat ako... and ang sakit ng tahi ko, caesarian kasi ako.. my husband told me na wag na sumama sa next visit. i was very sad because i want to be with my baby everyday but i had no choice, i dont want naman na pag labas ng baby ko sa hospital ako naman ang nasa hosp dahil sa binat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the day that weve been waiting for finally arrived, uuwi na namin si baby bear... when the nurse gave him to me, i was very careful not to hurt him, di pa ko sanay maghawak ng baby.. i made an introduction to him, i told him i was his mommy and the man next to me is his daddy... he just opened his eyes and then went back to sleep... on his first night at our home, my hubby and i cant hardly sleep, we were just both watching him sleep peacefully, he's such an angel. i cant believe that this little man came from me... it really is such a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first day, after a few days, after all the puyatan and everything, pag tulog sya talagang tulog na din ako... sometimes nga mauna sya magising sa akin eh... hehe.. its hard but very fullfilling... just looking at him makes it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thank him up there for giving me this miracle, for letting me experience this... i used to think that its unfair that males doesnt have to go through this.... but now, i think that we the female kind are very lucky to experience this.. and that He was really on our side when he decided on which gender will give birth...&lt;div 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bear'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-4054972523028036511</id><published>2006-08-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>on becoming a mother....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/P1020534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/P1020534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;on becoming a mother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i saw the 2 lines in the pregnancy test, it really felt different. i still remember it vividly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the only one at home then. my hubby was at the office and i wasnt feeling well that day so i decided to take the day off...he was the one who insisted that i take the test. actually i had a hunch that maybe i am pregnant because im starting to hate the smell of my favorite perfume. but i just dont want to give my hubby so much hope because he always gets dissapointed whenever my period arrives. and to think were only 3 months married then. he really wants us to have a baby. on my side, its que suera suera, if i will get pregnant then its ok if not then maybe my feeling that im not sure if im ready maybe right and maybe my big boss up there also thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everything was all ok, my emotions were all intact and then... there were 2 lines.. wait, what did the instructions says... 2 lines its positive, if the 2nd line is blurry repeat the test the next day, otherwise its negative... its &lt;strong&gt;positive... &lt;/strong&gt;happy? excited? nervous? scared? am i ready? are we ready? can we handle this? yes im married and have a job but... this is a very big thing? this is actually another person's life that im going to mess up with if ever... i never thought i can feel so much emotions in that instant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i did what i always do whenever theres a strong emotion inside me.. i talked to him up there, my big boss... and he calmed me.... and now i know what i really do feel... an &lt;strong&gt;overwhelmingly feeling of happiness... &lt;/strong&gt;im going to be a mother! a parent! yes im not yet ready, but who is? i cant wait to tell my hubby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4054972523028036511?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4054972523028036511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-becoming-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4054972523028036511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4054972523028036511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-becoming-mother.html' title='on becoming a mother....'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-4462502041228365574</id><published>2006-08-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/16230035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/16230035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27, 2004&lt;br /&gt;San Agustin Church&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Reception: Puerta Real Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10729;96/st/20070327/e/3rd+Wedding+Anniversary/dt/12/k/c2fb/event.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the big day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never had those memorable proposals, it was automatic, i cant remember how it started but i knew that we were just arguing on which year... i want it in 2006 but he wants it to happen 2005. our relationship then was barely a year but it really helped that we were friends before we got "on" so parang ang tagal na namin... ganun yata talaga pag older guy ang bf mo, nagmamadali na magpakasal...hehe... pero come to think of it, we wouldnt have that argument if ayoko pakasal sa kanya in the first place... gusto ko na din siguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i know na sya na? well, im just so comfortable around him and alam nyo yung song na when you say nothing at all.. totoo sa amin yun... without saying a word, you can light up the dark... plus the fact na accept nya the whole me together with my flaws and my dysfunctional family. how could i say no? he's cute, gentleman, understanding, sweet, thoughtful, a good cook, he loves me and i love him... bakit pa nga ba patatagalin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to march 27, 2005... yes, nasunod sya kung anong year kami ikakasal... lets just say he really made a way para masunod lang sya... ;-)... everything was all set. the weather is perfectly fine.. it was one of the most memorable day of our life... were going to face him and commit ourselves to each other. we will celebrate our love by marrying each other.. it was so romantic. our fairy tale....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4462502041228365574?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4462502041228365574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4462502041228365574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/4462502041228365574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-day.html' title='the big day'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8442180403035233951</id><published>2006-08-16T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/cdff.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/cdff.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was one of my barkada, my male best friend... i had a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend. we were just close friends. sya lang yung kasabay ko lagi umuwi pag di ako sunduin ni bf... and then im falling out of love to my bf... and being the honest person that i am, i broke up with him. i just told him that its not working out anymore... did a lot of explaining to him and pumayag na din si bf finally.. haba pa wento pero thats another story... and he and his gf broke up also and thats also a different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i was enjoying my life as a single unattached adult.. ;-)... always out with friends, accepting suitors and everything... going into a new relationship was way out of mind... i promised myself that my next relationship will be for keeps, i dont want to hurt another person by falling out of love again, so i have to make sure that the next relationship will be true and lasting love... not just another one... i dont want to extend the list of my boyfriends naman so if im not sure of my feelings, i wont get into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just enjoying life with my friends and slowly it was happening, im getting too close to this guy that everyone thinks that were actually on... i didnt know back then that he was already into me... for me, im just so comfortable around him, were always together, we'd talk for hours on the phone on almost about everything... we discuss things, we asked each others opinion, we even go to a derma together... :-)... when friends asked if we are on, i would always deny it and say that he was not even courting me.. its possible to have a platonic relationship with a guy right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realize, maybe he's courting me and i just dont notice it and he was just the type of guy that doesnt say anything to the girl unless he's absolutely sure that the girl also feels the same way.... you know, those kind of 'sigurista' guys... well it turned out that he is one of those guys... hehe... well, im the kind of girl naman who doesnt care on how you court me kasi for me what matters most is what i really feel and if a guy really loves me... they said that mahirap turuan ang puso pero im lucky because in my case, my mind is really over my heart... even if i like a guy so much but i dont feel that he likes me too, i wont settle for it... actually i make sure pa nga na dapat mas mahal ako ng guy kesa mahal ko sya..ayokong sumakit ang ulo noh... for me, going into a relationship should be positive to both sides, if bibigyan ka lang ng heartaches, its better to be single na lang... masarap yatang maging single... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so even if he admitted that he actually likes me and he is already courting me, i was hesitant... first because i dont want to lose a friend and 2nd, i dont know if i really like him... i know that i am comfortable around him and i like him as a friend but i dont know on another level.. ans so as not to make our lives complicated i just stayed friends with him and just waited for things to happen, if it will happen, it will... pero i was thinking... siguro nga may chance kasi kung di ko sya feel, dinispatsa ko na agad sya nung aminin pa lang nya sa akin na type nya nga ako because i had experiences of guy friends falling for me but i always say it right away na hangang friends lang kami... but with him it was different... i gave him a chance, i gave us a chance... as i said i want to really be sure for my next relationship so im not rushing into things and he understands it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we stayed friends while he was courting me... i would ask him pa nga if he is sure about it kasi baka its just easy for him to court me because we are friends... baka he doesnt love me naman... he would defend himself naman... and i would feel his sincerity naman... and actually i was falling for him to... i remember when he texted me and called me "labs" in one of his text... from then on, kahit di ko pa sya sinasagot "labs" na ang tawag nya sa akin... whenever he calls me that, i feel different in a good way, so naisip ko mahal ko na nga rin siguro tong lalaki na to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero takot pa din ako simply because we are good friends, pano kung di magwork out??? on the other hand, wouldnt it be special to have a boyfriend and a best friend in one??? that would be perfect i think... and then i said to myself... this is it... feel ko naman na mas mahal nya ko kesa mahal ko sya and thats number one in my list of requirements... hehe... responsible naman sya, cute naman sya... sige na nga... pero......syempre torturin ko muna sya... sarap yata nun hehe... pakipot muna ko, pag susuko na sya dun ko sya sagutin... haha... so i was decided na gusto ko na din sya and ready na ko sagutin sya pero enjoyin ko muna ang courtship nya... and the rest was history....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-8442180403035233951?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8442180403035233951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8442180403035233951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1435576066408701427/posts/default/8442180403035233951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatachronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-story.html' title='a love story'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-8554582464742807468</id><published>2006-08-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/yolsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/200/yolsky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hello world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while a lot of people are into blogging, this is my first blog. whats in blogging ba? well, personally its just an outlet, an expression or simply a way to past time. i always wanted to start this stuff way back pa but i was really hesitant simply because im not a writer. yes im not and i hate it. bakit ba hindi ko talent ang magsulat??? come to think of it, wala nga pala akong talent... well, if you will call programming a talent, siguro yun ang talent ko... hehe... yes, im a programmer. an it consultant for 9 yrs, lapit na mag 10.. mag isang dekada na pala... anyways, back to not being a writer.... its really hard for me putting into words what i really feel. i envy those who can and have a large vocabulary... but then i realize, why not blog? baka madevelop ang writer within me and then finally magkaron na ko ng talent.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry na lang sa mga makakabasa at di nagustuhan ang sinulat ko... sorry at nasayang ang oras nyo pero im blogging here for my own satisfaction and not to give you a reading material.. :-).. so this is my first blog... hello bloggers! hello world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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world'/><author><name>diwAta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668725224771974895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m17/yolsky/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435576066408701427.post-4603559038310059817</id><published>2005-10-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:49:36.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>my 28th birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/1600/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7894/3596/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my 28th birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my first bday that im already a mother. my son is 6 months and 20 days to be exact. its also my 1st time to celebrate it outside of the country. im in Kuala Lumpur by the way.... its just sooooo sad that im celebrating it without my 2 favorite men in the whole word, my labs and my baby bear... yes, they're in the Philippines while im here in KL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is those moment where you just have to luv life regardless of everything... dont sink yourself with things that cant be but celebrate with what or who you are with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a celebration indeed through the help of old and new friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not the happiest but definitely memorable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435576066408701427-4603559038310059817?l=diwatachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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