<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236</id><updated>2009-11-15T03:35:59.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelling the magnolias</title><subtitle type='html'>smelling the magnolias stems from my childhood memories of the scent of magnolias. as a grown up i have been wearing the scent to remind me of the happiest time of my life, my childhood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-3440111855646328874</id><published>2009-09-03T07:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:33:50.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i failed to mention this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sp8AwOiDGEI/AAAAAAAAARM/CDJUbEKfivI/s1600-h/12711805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sp8AwOiDGEI/AAAAAAAAARM/CDJUbEKfivI/s320/12711805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377017308638287938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my 28th birthday my sister gave me this book. this is a gift from a sister who has had enough and had to intervene on the fact that spinsterhood could be my fate because i still am pinning my hopes on a gay guy. i refuse to mention who he is out of that tiny respect i still have for myself. i haven't read the book but i skimmed through the book and it seemed fun to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-3440111855646328874?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3440111855646328874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=3440111855646328874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/3440111855646328874'/><link 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type='text'>opinion</title><content type='html'>i know i have repeatedly been quoted that i won't ever blog about my opinions on public issues that could haunt me at some later time except for my stand in tibet which i posted in my friendster blog. i am known for being straightforward and someone who wears her opinion in her sleeve during conversations or mostly when i am talking, to be honest (with all the pun intended on this phrase),  but i have always been careful about what i write in the world wide web because just like the other www that is the wild, wild west the internet is a place where a person can be free to express one's opinion but it does come with the price of being open to ridicule or simply outrage from anyone who comes across what has already been written. i may always have the option to delete what i have posted but deleting doesn't change anything, i still wrote what i wrote so i choose what to write about and mostly i don't comment on social issues and headlines. these topics are raw and bring out emotions to a lot of people, i am a very private person who talks a lot but still a lot of people find me an enigma. my opinions are stuck in my head and i at times ask myself why not blog about after all, i think with all the reading i do i am pretty well informed when i open my mouth. it's a choice just like everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one current issue though that i'd like to talk about. i feel strongly about the issue and i know that a lot of people might not agree with me and i might draw ire from whoever has time to read my blog but i'll write about it anyway. it's about the lavish dinners that pres. macapagal-arroyo had in the u.s. frankly when i heard about it and the overreaction i can't seem to understand all the hoopla. sorry but i do think that a head of state is worthy of such dinner whether she is a head of state of a first world or a third world country. she can have dinner anywhere she wants what i probably would disagree was the sheer number of hangers-on who came with her to that dinner if they have kept the number of people at a certain number the dinner could just have ended in thousands instead of tens of thousands of dollars but anyway no matter how much the tab would have ended up for whoever truly paid for those dinners, she'll still be under scrutiny. it was a no win situation for a person that is the center of all our scrutiny but come on for sure there are people worst than pres. macapagal-arroyo and we're just pinning all of our attention on her because she's the one in the top position. we the masses are being dragged to take sides on personal vendettas of every opposition group that has ever been formed in this country. we get certain headlines played over and over again because someone pushes certain issues into public light and some just get swept under the rug. we are all just taking a roller coaster ride from one breaking news to the other and nothing concrete ever gets done anyway except for a senate inquiry that makes our senate look like csi rather than a legislating body. it's tiring and it has been vicious cycle of issue then senate inquiry then nothing. yesterday i saw a headline about the pres. macapagal-arroyo's trips abroad having overspent around P1.6bn who cares at least those trips bring some investments back to the country unlike a certain president who barely traveled because of the obvious reason that his head was so empty or was he too drunk to have a decent talk with any of his counterparts during his time. let the president have dinner wherever she wants to.  for sure if she had dinner at a sabrett hotdog stand in new york we would all be wagging our tongues too about how unbecoming of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-6177118480339425106?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-5804397568307402235</id><published>2009-07-19T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:22:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Bob Blummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SmIdVtt-sUI/AAAAAAAAARE/5LS8Z-pCDKg/s1600-h/WinnerseDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SmIdVtt-sUI/AAAAAAAAARE/5LS8Z-pCDKg/s320/WinnerseDM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359878765411217730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 36 hours after this event that I was able to see this congratulatory notice in my inbox. It's not  Discovery Travel and Living's fault, it is entirely my fault that I don't check my emails as often as I used to. I have made a schedule that I only check my personal emails on weekends which is entirely at times useless because there are certain things that needs to be checked in the middle of the week. I have always thought about getting a blackberry but have also thought about my addictive tendencies. I won't discuss that much but lately truth be told I am mostly out of touch whether it's texting or a simple phone call. I guess I'll blame it on the night shift for the mean time or my crazy hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I am such a big fan of this food and travel shows that Discovery Travel and Living airs. I specifically like Bob Blummer's shows because he's not afraid to look like a fool on the challenges he does for Glutton for Punishment and even if it's trivial I do pick some bits of information from his show. Some bits that might be helpful if I might end in one of the destinations that the show has featured. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-5804397568307402235?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5804397568307402235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=5804397568307402235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/5804397568307402235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/5804397568307402235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-bob-blummer.html' title='Missing Bob Blummer'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SmIdVtt-sUI/AAAAAAAAARE/5LS8Z-pCDKg/s72-c/WinnerseDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-1059158083831610848</id><published>2009-05-18T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:27:18.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last 2 movies i recently saw</title><content type='html'>my new work environment has been allowing me a lot of free time for myself. i still am at work for 9 hours a day but that's about it nothing extra and it's very rare that i get to do overtime, 1 hour is the most overtime work i do. with that i am able to schedule what i want to do from my laundry, to my dog's grooming, my email time except for my blogging because work is routine that it hardly stimulates me to write. besides with the bank's rules on what could and couldn't be written about work, i don't have time to dissect which stuff that happens at work would place me in a hot spot.  so i don't blog about work and i only talk about work in such an abstract manner enough for everyone to know that i am working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't paid for a movie that i have seen in the cinema for about 2 years which also meant i didn't get to choose what i could watch but this past week with free time and no free movies i decided it's about time to start paying for movies again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first movie i watched was star trek. i was a bit skeptical about the possibility of liking it. new york times gave a positive review and ben lyons from e news gave it a positive review as well so i thought it could just possibly be something worth watching but i still had my doubts . my sister convinced me to watch it. i have to be honest i was a bit half-hearted when i entered the cinema but i wasn't feeling that way anymore when i went out. i was entertained and not being a trekkie i still had a wonderful time. i am anticipating the next star trek movie. if only they made the tv series the way the movie was made i would have been a fan a long time ago. it also doesn't hurt that chris pine and zachary quinto were so good looking that it made the movie all the more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't post this blog without mentioning that i watched "angels and demons", i missed church last sunday because i had to work saturday shift in exchange of one weekday off and after shift of course i spent the whole day sleeping only to be woken up sometime 7:30pm sunday night with the promise that i'll get to eat mcdonald's for dinner if i get out of bed and a movie is in store. so i ended up at the movie in the last run of the movie for that day. my catholic guilt weighing heavily on me that i managed to skip church but was able to watch a somewhat less scandalous dan brown book turned into a hollywood blockbuster. i have to say that i like angels and demons better than the da vinci code. i didn't sleep at all while watching unlike during da vinci code and although i felt like tom hanks was a tourist guide rather than a specialist taken by the swiss guards to assist in a criminal mystery, i was paying attention. ewan mcgregor and stelan skarsgard played their parts so well they stood out but what stood out the most was the setting, vatican and rome itself is the star of this movie. if there's something good about this movie it promoted that part of the world so well they could have replaced lonely planet guides for a little while there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by thursday i have another movie to watch, hopefully i will exert effort to write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-1059158083831610848?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1059158083831610848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=1059158083831610848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/1059158083831610848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/1059158083831610848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lst-2-movies-i-recently-saw.html' title='the last 2 movies i recently saw'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-8207528900260543002</id><published>2009-04-19T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:28:19.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another entry, another contest, still didn't win</title><content type='html'>i just claimed the consolation prize for the contest on which i entered this article for. at some point after two writing contest that i didn't even get into the top 3, i am starting to think that i may just be average and not exceptional. i used to write for my personal consumption until some encouragement from people who are very close to me that they had the privilege to read a few of what i have written. it took quite a lot for me to start a blog and give my thoughts a very public audience; it took more for me to have certain articles for judgment. after the self doubt though, i thought why not share more, practice does make perfect and maybe someday i might just get to the point that i may become exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unexpected Presentation of an Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My fascination with the English language has led me to my life long love affair with reading. I have always liked hearing people speak the English language that, one very vivid childhood memory of mine was grabbing a random book on a stack in front my mother and asking her to read to me. Interrupting her preparation for a lecture, she indulged me. Even if it didn’t matter at all what she was reading, for me listening to her properly enunciating every word was bliss but happiness came when I learned to read on my own. I read mostly school textbooks aloud when I first started to learn, I left the storybooks for my mother to read to me during bedtime. Reading my school books aloud was pure narcissism on my part, the auditory version at least which  was also a sly way of catching my parents’ attention as if I cut short of saying it directly that I was being diligent with my homework presenting an air of precociousness that only a child could muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Reading for my own pleasure, away from the necessity of learning took a turn one summer; I was 9 years old at that time. Summer breaks are always agonizingly boring and dragging for a child like me who preferred to stay indoors and not get dirty and sweaty under the summer sun playing “patintero or tumbang preso”. Getting holed inside the house for two straight months isn’t that much fun even if for a week or two of those two months parents in their frustration of having the kids around all day, everyday would propose a getaway or two. Getaways can only satiate a bored child for as long as it could.  I could always remember that exact moment when I stood up from my bed after staring at the bookcase for most of the afternoon, walked towards the opposite end of my room where a modestly filled bookcase stood, did a lot more staring at the books by then and finally deciding on a particular book. I grabbed the Companion Library double book edition which contained “The Wizard of Oz” by L. Frank Baum and “The Jungle Book” by Rudyard Kipling. While I could remember the moment I can’t remember the reason why I chose “The Wizard of Oz” over “The Jungle Book”.  I read “The Wizard of Oz” with a sense of urgency and tenaciousness that only boredom could have brought about. I was so enthralled by L. Frank Baum’s classic story of young Dorothy blown away to Oz from Kansas with her dog Toto inside the tiny house she shared with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. Oh, how much have I wished for everything in the book to be true and what I‘d give at that time to walk in the yellow brick road. I cried when Tin Woodman got his heart, Cowardly Lion got courage, and Scarecrow received his brain. I cried all the more when the wizard flew away in the balloon leaving Dorothy behind. I wiped my tears away when I knew that Dorothy with the help of Glinda the Good Witch found a way back to Kansas with the help of the magical ruby shoes. The mention of the ruby shoes started another fascination for me apart from reading, the shoe addiction but that is entirely another story.  Reading “The Wizard of Oz” presented an adventure that I could never experience in my life and transported me to another place and time. It is perhaps happenstance that when my sister 10 years younger than I, asked me one summer break  when she was about  8 years old if I could recommend a book she could read and help her pass time, I immediately suggested what else but “ The Wizard of Oz”. This book single handedly started my passion for reading and experiencing adventures in print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Reading since then has become something constant in my life. Reading is my solace, my stress reliever, my past time, and the source of what I want to achieve in life.  Reading has become such a great part in my life that my bookcase is no longer modestly filled. It has tripled its size, but then I am not good with my estimates so it could be more than that, because the sheer number of books I have purchased to read and plan to read is the answer to my mother’s question of where my salary goes.  I still hope for more books to come even if looking for space at home for my books has escalated into a certified emergency. All these is simply because L. Frank Baum presented me with one great adventure that one summer in my childhood, I was taken forever and I never wanted it to end at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-8207528900260543002?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8207528900260543002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=8207528900260543002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/8207528900260543002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/8207528900260543002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-entry-another-contest-still.html' title='another entry, another contest, still didn&apos;t win'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-8785188541351479460</id><published>2009-03-28T18:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:29:20.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krispy kreme karnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4DUlwdMlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_2z_6mqrsk8/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4DUlwdMlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_2z_6mqrsk8/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318191862238753362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4DLifrFzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_ILB19ZQa5A/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4DLifrFzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_ILB19ZQa5A/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318191706744231730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4C4lWQsUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MkanJhjCOgA/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4C4lWQsUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MkanJhjCOgA/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318191381092544834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog post will be completely inadequate of photographs and vocabulary to describe my delight on having a reason to eat and eat something as sinful as krispy kreme's chocolate glazed donuts. my sister and i attended the launch of krispy kreme's chocolate karnival and the event was a sensory overload. the bonifacio high street store of krispy kreme was jam packed with people that somehow it distracted me from taking photographs during the event. i was a willing participant in the featured games and well i was busy tasting what's behind the glass display cases that after the event these photographs are what we managed to take from my netbook. the only other reminder that we attended the event are the two empty boxes of krispy kreme donuts in the trash and the yet to be read and opened press kit that was handed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the donuts was the main focus of the event so i will talk about it a bit. the chocolate glazed donuts were a sure winner, i can't seem to get enough of it especially when fresh, hot and dripping of chocolate, it was sinfully delightful that it didn't matter if chocolate smeared on my face. i love the original glazed donuts and i didn't have trouble liking the chocolate version. attending the event made me feel that i should treasure my current job because it is giving me enough time for things like this. it makes me think what next........pizza maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-8785188541351479460?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8785188541351479460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=8785188541351479460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/8785188541351479460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/8785188541351479460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/03/krispy-kreme-karnival.html' title='krispy kreme karnival'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/Sc4DUlwdMlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_2z_6mqrsk8/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-2133869931356061270</id><published>2009-02-11T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:54:21.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>book wish list again</title><content type='html'>looking space for my books has been escalated into a real emergency in our household. my books have spilled onto the floor due to lack of space in the bookcase that my mom gave me. the lack of space though hasn't stopped me from wanting to buy more. this two books are on my current wish list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZLKEjShFcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QpbXEjxm2OI/s1600-h/customer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZLKEjShFcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QpbXEjxm2OI/s320/customer3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521890909689282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZLKUIVJYWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fg8v6lFS-ow/s1600-h/howstarbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZLKUIVJYWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fg8v6lFS-ow/s320/howstarbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301522158550868322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-2133869931356061270?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2133869931356061270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=2133869931356061270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/2133869931356061270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/2133869931356061270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-wish-list-again.html' title='book wish list again'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZLKEjShFcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QpbXEjxm2OI/s72-c/customer3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-2956844451391839910</id><published>2009-02-09T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:45:30.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step brothers, the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZAiQe1_onI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iGX0l1huQoE/s1600-h/stepbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZAiQe1_onI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iGX0l1huQoE/s320/stepbrothers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300774427967857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/stepbrothers/"&gt;Step brothers, the movie&lt;/a&gt; is one of my latest DVD watch. While I laughed at its gross-out, slapstick comedy, I also in part felt insulted by the fact that the plot just seems impossible. The main characters Brennan(Will Ferrell) and Dale(John C. Reilly) are two 40-year old men who for some reason their respective single parents missed on the diagnosis of being mentally incapacitated after the fact that Dale's father is a medical doctor. Everything in the movie just is preposterous and I can't for a lot of reasons find a reason why this was even made into a movie. Yes, I laughed at most of the grossly inappropriate jokes but I was very insulted intellectually at the same time. I'm not Nobel prize smart but I have a brain and it's fairly functioning that's why I know that this movie is plain trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-2956844451391839910?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2956844451391839910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=2956844451391839910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/2956844451391839910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/2956844451391839910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/step-brothers-movie.html' title='step brothers, the movie'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SZAiQe1_onI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iGX0l1huQoE/s72-c/stepbrothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-4173401026413716190</id><published>2009-02-08T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:35:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a busted gaydar and getting help from my sister to fix it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SY3P1twKsbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/esYzhvITLuk/s1600-h/gaydar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SY3P1twKsbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/esYzhvITLuk/s320/gaydar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120858206581170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend while at booksale, a used bookstore, my sister decided to buy this book for me. god knows and she knows i need this book and more to help me fix my busted gaydar. i have a hard time distinguishing gay men from straight men and even if i know they're gay at times i still get attracted to them. biggest primary example are nate berkus and the queer eye for the straight guy gays, the list goes a bit longer but out of shame i'll end the name dropping of my gay crushes. gay crushes which at times i seem to refuse to believe they are gay as if when they are straight i'd ever get a chance to be with them. silly but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a guy is gay only and when i am closely interacting with him but i can't spot a gay guy from say a party, some people have that talent that they can spot a gay guy from one encounter. also of course i would know if a guy is gay when he's done a bebe gandanghari (transvestite) in public. being gay isn't bad at all and in my eyes just fabulous but when my sister bought the book for me, i know she has had enough of my social faux pas, dreaming too much on gay men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't read the book, i have scanned through it and had quite a laugh. i know one book wouldn't fix everything but i hope it's a start. the weird thing is i am related to a number gay men and i grew up knowing them. maybe to me being gay was just so natural that it didn't feel out of the usual heterosexual attraction that for me getting attracted to gay men is normal. i've never been attracted to another girl and i know i like men on which the truth is i either get attracted to loser guys or right gays and that needs remedy or else i'll forever be floundering in love and relationship limbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-4173401026413716190?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4173401026413716190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=4173401026413716190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/4173401026413716190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/4173401026413716190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/busted-gaydar-and-getting-help-from-my.html' title='a busted gaydar and getting help from my sister to fix it'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SY3P1twKsbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/esYzhvITLuk/s72-c/gaydar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-1341458461016112555</id><published>2009-01-22T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:39:17.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1421/73/l14948889678_5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 265px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1421/73/l14948889678_5038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.australiamovie.com/"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; the movie has been described as an epic romantic adventure which impresses upon the viewer that it is more than that three word description. It has a bit of everything from a Western, a World War II epic, a Romantic movie, and even  Historical-Social Awareness of Australia's past. It even felt like a travelogue with the dramatic landscapes of the country being featured in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious about this movie because it created so much backlash on Nicole Kidman on her acting and I can't seem to grasp why an Oscar award winner would garner so much harsh criticism from the blogosphere. Being blessed again with an invitation to the press premier of Australia here in Manila, I didn't let the chance pass by to check out the reason why, because from what I read in Newsweek in their December 8, 2008 issue, it seemed to praise the movie and Nicole Kidman in a good and a moderate way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie runs for almost 3 hours and I know how most of the time a movie that runs that long could become tedious, I never felt that with Australia. Visually it was captivating. What it showed the world was a part of Australia that would make anyone want to take on an adventure to experience and see those parts of the country. Add to fact that Hugh Jackman was simply pleasing to look at, proving that he really is the sexiest man alive. There's something about the movie no matter how grand and how visually stunning it was made me felt that there's something lacking. Believe it or not I still felt it needed something which I cannot fully express after almost 3 hours in the cinema. The movie didn't disappoint though I was entertained, it served its purpose to entertain me and transport me into another place and time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other aspect of the movie that has grabbed my attention right from the very start were the costume and props. Nicole Kidman's character Lady Sarah Ashley was exquisite right from the very opening scene and that luggage set she used was just divine. From what I have read in the Media Kit that was handed to me during the movie premier the luggage set was custom made by Prada and the footwear is from Salvatore Ferregamo. The costume alone felt like it was a part of the cast rather than pieces of clothing worn by the actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia is a departure from the hyper energized movies that Baz Lurhmann is known for. In Australia he focused on emotions, from the romance of Lara Sarah Ashley with the Drover, Hugh Jackman's character and the bond that formed with Lady Sarah and the half caste boy named Nullah, played by the newcomer Brandon Walters. Mr. Lurhmann succeeded in conveying the emotions across the viewers, I swooned when the Drover made his entrance to the ball, I cried when Lady Sarah and Nullah were forcibly separated at the pier and I was happy that Lady Sarah, the Drover, and Nullah had a happy ending while the bad guys meet their proper fate and demise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-1341458461016112555?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1341458461016112555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=1341458461016112555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/1341458461016112555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/1341458461016112555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-2145867259252655347</id><published>2009-01-16T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:22:02.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very good 2009</title><content type='html'>this year i chose not to write the about the best christmas gift that i received; truth is i didn't receive much last christmas which was perfectly okay with me because i got more than what i wanted for, before christmas day and after christmas day. last december 18, 2008 i received an email from marie claire philippines that i won gift certificates from l'oreal from a contest that i joined featured in the magazine last november; a lovely surprise indeed. i haven't claimed the gift certificates as of this time as there were changes needed to be done on the gift certificates but hopefully sometime next week i'll be able to. it was for me something to look forward to since i would be claiming it by january 2009 when offices resume business after the long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a bigger surprise when i saw this while updating my resume for a renewed effort to job hunt in &lt;a href="http://sens.inquirer.net/jobmarket/"&gt;jobmarketonline.com&lt;/a&gt;. this made me blink and stare at the page for a minute or two. i was so delighted and overly ecstatic, it may not be my dream laptop but i won it and now it's part of my collection of lucky charms. for the past week that i have it i can't seem to contain my joy. i would use my new laptop and a smile would be plastered on my face. i also can't seem to stop saying how cute it is. its features does have its shortcomings but i can live with it. i still need a laptop bag and a router here at home but i am bliss still from winning something significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SXCgX5JfV-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NhsRSHvRYas/s1600-h/jm_asus_promo_winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SXCgX5JfV-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NhsRSHvRYas/s320/jm_asus_promo_winner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291905894498392034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for years now, one of my biggest pastime is to join contests, whether online or raffles from department stores or magazine promos. i have won quite a number of them. i even won the lotto once for about P2,000. i can't say i am very lucky but i do have my lucky moments. these prizes were a wonderful way to welcome 2009 which makes we want to say "keep 'em rolling".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-2145867259252655347?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2145867259252655347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=2145867259252655347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/2145867259252655347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/2145867259252655347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-good-2009.html' title='a very good 2009'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SXCgX5JfV-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NhsRSHvRYas/s72-c/jm_asus_promo_winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-5664889009251291229</id><published>2009-01-15T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:24:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.pr.com/article/0812/article_attachment_1229698186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 378px;" src="http://img.pr.com/article/0812/article_attachment_1229698186.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life are free and I have to say that's true. I have to admit that I was a bit hesitant to say "yes" to the invitational press premiere of the movie &lt;a href="http://wwws.aa.warnerbros.com/yesman/"&gt;"Yes Man"&lt;/a&gt; because to be honest I'm not a very big fan of Jim Carrey. I'm glad I said yes, after all a free movie is a free movie, besides I'll be in the area where the premiere will be held anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about the life of a man named Carl Allen who's stuck in a dead end job and a very boring existence out of choice after what seemed to be a presumably very sad episode of divorce. Out of choice he cut himself off from his friends and his idea of fun was watching dvd after dvd of just about any movie he could find in the local friendly neighborhood video store. Carl's life changed when he attended a seminar recommended by an old colleague, the "Yes Seminar". Somehow in the process after attending that seminar he said yes to life and life happened for him. The movie in my opinion comes out of typical romantic comedy cookie cutter type in Hollywood. Sad guy finds a reason to start life again, finds a girl, trouble brews along the way, girl leaves guy and then guy finds a way to get the girl and they live happily ever after. The usual Jim Carrey antics were present but entertaining this time and not at all distasteful. The one redeeming quality of the movie that makes it a must see is the fact the from the moment it starts it guarantees a laugh fest. After the credits rolls everyone in the cinema clapped their hands because truly it was funny and it was fun. The idea of saying yes to every thing that life presents seems promising because of that movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am ready to say "Yes" to the next movie premiere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-5664889009251291229?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5664889009251291229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=5664889009251291229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/5664889009251291229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/5664889009251291229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-man.html' title='Yes Man'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-5040021441111676063</id><published>2009-01-03T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:34:36.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>additional chritsmas message</title><content type='html'>while i skipped on e-cards this year. i wrote this email to everyone on my yahoo contacts unfortunately i forgot i have 4 other email addresses but i think that yahoo email address after owning it for so long covers almost everyone i know and have known in my life. what inspired me to write this email is the homily of fr. gerry batad, sdb on christmas eve. i was jolted by his message and how he describe chritsmas of today the commercial and the religious one. i came to realize that although i loved christmas for as long as i could remember, i have been celebrating christmas the commercial way and even the joy of shopping for gifts and carefully wrapping each gift myself, slowly each year, it was becoming a daunting task and the joy of giving is slowly dissipating. i sat in front of the computer for a while and i decided to re-examine my thoughts on christmas and before i left for a dinner invitation on christmas day of 2008. i decided it wasn't too late to write this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this christmas while i was able to do my snail mails, i kind of decided to skip my almost yearly e-cards. i thought i'd get a better on time response on yahoo messenger and sms. so i skipped sending out e-cards for christmas, went on texting everyone on my phone book  and left offline messages on my ym list. i got a better response in terms of those who replied but i still felt a bit underwhelmed on myself, it is as if there's something missing. one big reason i skipped e-cards this year is that i can't seem to think of what to write and what i really would like to relay across. the holidays seemed to blur through me because i was so wrapped up in my last week before i resigned at work i never really had any moment to soak up the holiday feeling. as usual it is work that made me into almost "scrooge like" mode. i get so immersed in work i always end up not living my life.  by the time i had time in my hands, i am just scraped bare and i really can't seem to share christmas cheer. today christmas day, i somehow realized what i want to say, a very simple and heartfelt "merry christmas to everyone". no politically correct "happy holidays" but good old merry christmas. christmas isn't about me and whatever is wrong in my life, it's the celebration of the nativity of christ. i seemed to have forgotten how i use to love christmas no matter what. i hope that everyone just like me will realize that christmas isn't just about us, it's about christ and it's a day we should celebrate no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found joy and i felt christmas  while writing and sending it to my friends. somehow the spirit of christmas was with me. i went to that dinner invitation feeling that christmas truly has came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-5040021441111676063?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5040021441111676063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=5040021441111676063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/5040021441111676063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/5040021441111676063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/additional-chritsmas-message.html' title='additional chritsmas message'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-1715145969161744213</id><published>2008-12-19T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:23:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUudG4qqFRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vBZfuBZOrkw/s1600-h/christmas-novena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUudG4qqFRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vBZfuBZOrkw/s320/christmas-novena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281487729638118674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUuc-dS5d1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/mfAmuXdIlLA/s1600-h/xmas_410x150.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUuc-dS5d1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/mfAmuXdIlLA/s320/xmas_410x150.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281487584851752786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i still haven't gotten around to doing my christmas e-cards and i haven't snail mailed about 2 quarters of the christmas cards i wrote this year i thought i'd start posting something in my blogs, something general for my greetings to come across to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays to everyone who takes the time to check my blogs once in a while. i'll try my best to be a better blogger this coming year by posting more and no post too far in between. there's nothing worse than a blog with nothing but stale posts on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-1715145969161744213?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1715145969161744213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=1715145969161744213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/1715145969161744213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/1715145969161744213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='holiday greetings'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUudG4qqFRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vBZfuBZOrkw/s72-c/christmas-novena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-6199503148738420588</id><published>2008-12-02T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:32:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing i found out about myself</title><content type='html'>the term deviated septum always conjures up images of malin akerman's lila in the movie "the heartbreak kid". while i didn't get any bones broken during the accident not even a hairline fracture, one thing that the doctor saw in my x-rays was a deviated septum leaning towards the left possibly i was born with it. i do remember when i was around 13 years old i bumped into a post face first, maybe that could be the cause and i never just felt anything at that time. i never did suspect i have the condition, physically it isn't visible and i don't have the common symptoms of obstructed breathing, nose bleeds, or congested nose. one thing that i always bring up is maybe it's the main reason why i can't sing a note in tune to save my life and i now have a valid reason to have a nose job, a septoplasty though not a rhinoplasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-6199503148738420588?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6199503148738420588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=6199503148738420588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/6199503148738420588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/6199503148738420588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-thing-i-found-out-about-myself.html' title='one thing i found out about myself'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-4462609670981508413</id><published>2008-11-30T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:14:15.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUN8vlWohaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AQN4e8cqEE8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUN8vlWohaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AQN4e8cqEE8/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279200345131091362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting at the e.r. i came across this flyer and signed up to be an eye donor for the &lt;a href="http://eyebankphil.org"&gt;eye bank foundation of the philippines&lt;/a&gt;. it's for a good cause, i made my mom and sister sign the form as my witness. it's reasssuring to know that someday when and if something tragic does happen to me, i will still be of help to someone in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me two weeks to finally post this not just out of procrastination but because i couldn't find the scanned file of this form. silly reason but true. i finally just scanned the form again, which i don't know why i didn't do in first place. sometimes being human means being silly for a lot of times over our lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-4462609670981508413?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4462609670981508413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=4462609670981508413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/4462609670981508413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/4462609670981508413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-waiting.html' title='while waiting'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SUN8vlWohaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AQN4e8cqEE8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-7785568308423280114</id><published>2008-11-30T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:15:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>the very first question that my sister, lei asked me when she got to the hospital e.r., was if at impact did my life flash before me? i knew i wasn't going to die wednesday morning because although i was so certain that the tricycle i was riding in would collide with another tricycle in front of it, my life didn't flash before me and it wasn't the typical philippine public transport road accident wherein reckless driving was so evident, none of that scenario was present. the tricycle was running at a maximum of 20kph. when it happened i calmly crawled out of the tricycle, picked up my handbag and my canvass bag sprawled in the pavement, handed out some baby wipes and headed to the hospital. i had that much composure, i knew what i should do and i was so sure to at least reassure my mom before she gets the call either from me or from the hospital that somehow i am already being taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily it was running at that speed had it been running more than that, then my life would have probably flashed and i would have sustained more than contusions and gashes. the double dose of tramadol from the hospital and my adrenalin to get out from inside the tricycle the moment the collision happened made me say i was okay the whole day. the truth is when effects of both wore out by night time i can feel my whole body ache. the next morning the pain was more evident but for some reason i got up ready to go back to work. i don't love my job that much, in fact i'm in the verge of quitting but to show my boss that i am more than what she thinks that i am, i showed up at work all swollen in the face and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this accident is about the only third time in my entire 27 years that i ended up in a hospital e.r. because of me and not because of my brother or sister. i am somewhat different from both of them, i rarely get sick and if i do, it's the type that only merit a visit to the doctor's clinic nothing as complicated as my brother or sister have gone through. my mom as my sister told me panicked and woke up the whole house when she got my call, the hospital's call came a bit later when they have already left the house to come to the hospital. i got that sense of panic when i was telling her on the phone what happened to me, an exact opposite of my boss who even after being informed of what happened sent me a text message and gave information of a project to be rushed and told me the following day that she expected me to come to work right after the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the accident, i still take the tricycle and nothing has really changed. i don't have poignant realizations nor long pauses to think about things. surely i am thankful to be alive. for most parts life is back to normal maybe i want to have time to rest more. i was hoping for that, wait maybe i secretly wished for it to happen so i could skip work but on the contrary i didn't get it if one day out of work quantifies time off work because of vehicular accident. instead what my boss showed me was another reason to leave the soonest because of her insensitivity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-7785568308423280114?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7785568308423280114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=7785568308423280114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/7785568308423280114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/7785568308423280114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-4303758444169778755</id><published>2008-11-09T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:21:40.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on using the word "hate"</title><content type='html'>for about two weeks i kept thinking how i heard my boss mention that she hated one of my co-workers for not following company policy. what stuck to my mind was how she casually used the word &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; over such very minor infraction with matching all the facial contortions to go with such a strong and emotional word. looking at her at that very moment i zoned out and i simply didn't want to listen to her rantings about my co-worker. she could have settled it with that person and being the boss that she is she should have pointed out that she disapproves whatever my co-worker's actions were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in today's society as much as we are so obsessed with our quest for love, to love and be loved, we're not so careful on using certain words or terminologies that carry so much negative weight. there's always the word dislike or disapprove that can be used instead of the word hate. someone once told me to tone down using the word hate over minor things like how i would use to say that i hate japanese food, he suggested that maybe i should just say i dislike japanese food. he said that i should reserve the word hate for extreme situations that would merit usage of the word. all these years i kept his advice into mind and yes it did lessen the negativity in my life. being positive should start somewhere even switching and refining one's usage of words believe it or not could spell the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-4303758444169778755?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4303758444169778755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=4303758444169778755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/4303758444169778755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/4303758444169778755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-using-word-hate.html' title='on using the word &quot;hate&quot;'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-335564225211386414</id><published>2008-10-18T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:15:56.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging and working</title><content type='html'>hats off to those people who work and can still blog. i started working some two and a half months ago and i haven't blogged ever since. it's not the lack of material to write about but it's more the lack of time to do so. the industry that i work for, the fashion industry would have been such a delightful source of updated juicy information but i guess working with a lot of arrogant airheads has rubbed off on me that i find myself rather less articulate and less versed than i was when i was jobless. ah, i miss the domesticity of being jobless that has been brought on me, at least that period of my life has led me to explore what i really am interested in, reading and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work does feel like work, no matter how elegantly decorated my work place is and no matter how i am surrounded by so much luxury goods that a girl could ever dream of. going to work feels like stepping into heaven but interacting with the people i work with is like hell. i sometimes wonder if it is just me or is it them? am i not a girl who loves fashion? why am i not enjoying this job who a lot of girls dream of, to be a part of the fashion scene, wasn't it exciting then when i was starting? the romance has faded and it has gone stale. the stark reality behind the all the manolos and the dolces and the make-up and the bling has faded. there was a day this past week that i aksed myself, if it's time to waltz out of work and never look back. maybe, maybe not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-335564225211386414?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/335564225211386414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=335564225211386414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/335564225211386414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/335564225211386414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogging-and-working.html' title='blogging and working'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-8171664799854528249</id><published>2008-08-18T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:54:35.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job opportunity (project manager)</title><content type='html'>i don't know how much traffic my blog gets but i'll take my chances. i've recently started work and one of my very first assignments in my glorified "slave" position is to find a project engineer that would supervise construction and renovation for the stores of the retail company that i work for. since i like my boss and my job i want to make a good impression. so i am posting this hoping that this will be fruitful and will yield a number of resumes in my email.i am looking for a project manager in house or per project basis, a graduate of architecture or civil engineering or mechanical engineering. an experience in construction would be a plus point. if anyone is interested please email me at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ldb@adora.ph&lt;/span&gt;. oh by the way the pay is good and i can attest to that i work for the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-8171664799854528249?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8171664799854528249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=8171664799854528249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/8171664799854528249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/8171664799854528249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-opportunity-project-manager.html' title='job opportunity (project manager)'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-3384072093645391686</id><published>2008-08-07T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:10:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangsamoro Juridical Entity Opposer</title><content type='html'>I strongly oppose the Bangsamoro Juridical Entity MOA. I was born in Mindanao, Dipolog City, Zamboanga del Norte to be exact, although it won't be included in what is described as "a widen version of the ARMM". I don't think this Muslim groups will stop till they get the whole Mindanao for themselves. I am sorry but I can't be sympathetic to the idea that the BJE is for peace, it sounds and looks more like a pacifier for the very power greedy throwing a tantrum and Malacanang can't do anyhting about it except hand over what they want. I won't be surprised if one these days the MNLF or MILF or whoever decides to pick up the cause of the "poor plight of the Filipino Muslims" would ask for the whole country to be handed over to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am apolitical even during the time that I worked for a politician but I can't help but voice my opinion mixed with very personal concerns with regards to the explosion of the news with regards to the BJE MOA. This issue does hit close to home. The BJE did creep out of nowhere. No one was really aware about it except for those who were involved in the process of this deal. I hope that this BJE MOA will never see full realization because Mindanao isn't just for the MILF or Muslims, there are other people who lives there who wouldn't want to be under a Muslim dominated rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-3384072093645391686?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3384072093645391686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=3384072093645391686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/3384072093645391686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/3384072093645391686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/bangsamoro-juridical-entity-opposer.html' title='Bangsamoro Juridical Entity Opposer'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-6715423947626931920</id><published>2008-08-05T17:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:08:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my recent book wishlist</title><content type='html'>my obsession for books hasn't waned. this is my recent book wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgk7LGOpsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yi2tnfNhv9Q/s1600-h/bloggong+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgk7LGOpsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yi2tnfNhv9Q/s320/bloggong+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230971566200628930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJglMh-ui6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hzZPNgDM1GI/s1600-h/ggreen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJglMh-ui6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/hzZPNgDM1GI/s320/ggreen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230971864400956322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJglekWRRxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-dtUgqKL1bY/s1600-h/HarryPotter3_Non_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJglekWRRxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-dtUgqKL1bY/s320/HarryPotter3_Non_05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972174274217746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJglsT68elI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kYVAGp1xJvA/s1600-h/thegiftoffear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJglsT68elI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kYVAGp1xJvA/s320/thegiftoffear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972410382809682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgl1Vh9gVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/i-MZUje1SXA/s1600-h/qbaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgl1Vh9gVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/i-MZUje1SXA/s320/qbaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972565433712978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgmDWT3oSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vv6FcrvZG8s/s1600-h/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgmDWT3oSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vv6FcrvZG8s/s320/writing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972806161211682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-6715423947626931920?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6715423947626931920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=6715423947626931920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/6715423947626931920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/6715423947626931920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-recent-book-wishlist.html' title='my recent book wishlist'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgk7LGOpsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yi2tnfNhv9Q/s72-c/bloggong+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-731971377815287347</id><published>2008-08-05T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:49:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delightful graphics</title><content type='html'>sheila sent me an email with such delightful graphics that amused me so much. the words were a bit cheesy but i decided to save and post here on my blog 2 of my favorite out of 8 graphics in that email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. this one seems like the ducks were fighting but the the pop-up would reveal that they're arguing in a rather amusing way about being best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJghLYbTiqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_Hw35WJvQlQ/s1600-h/duckies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJghLYbTiqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_Hw35WJvQlQ/s320/duckies.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967446610086562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. this image of the peanuts gang is very reminiscent of my childhood days watching loads videos from our then vcr. those were the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgh6zBWFcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TcQrP1Fus0k/s1600-h/peanuts+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJgh6zBWFcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TcQrP1Fus0k/s320/peanuts+gang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230968261202810306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-731971377815287347?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/731971377815287347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=731971377815287347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/731971377815287347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/731971377815287347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/delightful-graphics.html' title='delightful graphics'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJghLYbTiqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_Hw35WJvQlQ/s72-c/duckies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295065886225293236.post-323091318556082141</id><published>2008-08-01T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:05:25.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tales of beedle the bard by j.k. rowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJLSCWt78pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pBcP8am48VA/s1600-h/HarryPotter3_Non_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJLSCWt78pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pBcP8am48VA/s320/HarryPotter3_Non_05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229473055230390930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime ago this book came out, about seven copies of the handwritten original that j.k. rowling gave to the certain people that she felt deserved to have that gem of a book. one was auctioned for about $4 million sold to amazon. now it is made available. i can't describe how giddy i felt when i opened an email from barnes and noble with this book as the message. i can't wait for it to come out. as everyone knows the tales of beedle the bard is the book that hermione inherited from dumbledore. so much of the tales has helped the trio of hermione, ron, and harry on the seventh book. &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/subjects/children/index.asp?PID=23949&amp;cds2Pid=16444&amp;linkid=1216618"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/295065886225293236-323091318556082141?l=lalimarie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/feeds/323091318556082141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=295065886225293236&amp;postID=323091318556082141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/323091318556082141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295065886225293236/posts/default/323091318556082141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalimarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/tales-of-beadle-bard-by-jk-rowling.html' title='tales of beedle the bard by j.k. rowling'/><author><name>lali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416274531547853836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12065280285254783444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fFPF7r2Yav0/SJLSCWt78pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pBcP8am48VA/s72-c/HarryPotter3_Non_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>