<?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-3405805986687770391</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:44:01.325-08:00</updated><category term='Paksheted'/><category term='Confession'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Wrant'/><category term='Feel good'/><category term='Ferrero Rant'/><title type='text'>sun, sand and the deep blue</title><subtitle type='html'>life's short, get soaked</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-8532686538676231589</id><published>2012-02-12T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:16:43.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Styling  - Life Styling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fashion school has already started and I am such a lazy blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was during the beauty shoot (Day 2 - i missed the shoot for Street)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZByWPfyibiU/Tzh-oYHcFbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kCpO23ak4K8/s1600/IMG00027-20120128-1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZByWPfyibiU/Tzh-oYHcFbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kCpO23ak4K8/s320/IMG00027-20120128-1700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451759825622450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 is Women's RTW - prints on prints&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgIjXTx3o1A/Tzh-nrQ7CvI/AAAAAAAAANs/mOyQpLsx9vc/s1600/IMG00044-20120204-1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgIjXTx3o1A/Tzh-nrQ7CvI/AAAAAAAAANs/mOyQpLsx9vc/s320/IMG00044-20120204-1404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451747785804530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HaWfDVkX3mU/Tzh-nWXgG3I/AAAAAAAAANc/oNqGIAwbCaU/s1600/IMG00045-20120204-1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HaWfDVkX3mU/Tzh-nWXgG3I/AAAAAAAAANc/oNqGIAwbCaU/s320/IMG00045-20120204-1540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451742176254834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 is Men's RTW (my favorite so far -hihi): school boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw5ECeFeFRU/Tzh-nPq4GBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Qrftna_UW60/s1600/IMG00067-20120211-1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw5ECeFeFRU/Tzh-nPq4GBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Qrftna_UW60/s320/IMG00067-20120211-1404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451740378470418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ooJjcrGP0hw/Tzh-XFTh08I/AAAAAAAAAM8/XD4HFkbRfxk/s1600/IMG00069-20120211-1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ooJjcrGP0hw/Tzh-XFTh08I/AAAAAAAAAM8/XD4HFkbRfxk/s320/IMG00069-20120211-1537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451462718280642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my layout - apologies for the blurry pic - took this one with my bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcW4JDZkBvk/Tzh-XLemxHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/adcMdZU8W34/s1600/IMG00070-20120211-1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcW4JDZkBvk/Tzh-XLemxHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/adcMdZU8W34/s320/IMG00070-20120211-1644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451464375354482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me fixing Eriko's outfit - my layout too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmPmi5i49qE/Tzh-XHDNGeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UX5Buo7vbf4/s1600/426538_268845846519169_100001812678974_688286_1898377084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmPmi5i49qE/Tzh-XHDNGeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UX5Buo7vbf4/s320/426538_268845846519169_100001812678974_688286_1898377084_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708451463186684386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, we had 4 shoots already (i missed the first one) and all were super fun! It is a little bit tiring though. Going around, chasing after models, giving instructions and wardrobe changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The satisfaction it brings every after shoot compensates for the effort. There are lots of awesome ideas being pulled in. Even those which at first I thought wouldn't work turns out to be good - or beyond good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not yet sure if this is really the kind of career that I want to pursue - but at least, for now, I know that I'm happy doing it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will post the fully edited pictures in a bit =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WegEuFVnXkw/Tzh7-s_J2-I/AAAAAAAAALk/NcdJ-_YD82M/s1600/IMG00044-20120204-1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WegEuFVnXkw/Tzh7-s_J2-I/AAAAAAAAALk/NcdJ-_YD82M/s1600/IMG00044-20120204-1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-8532686538676231589?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/8532686538676231589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=8532686538676231589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/8532686538676231589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/8532686538676231589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2012/02/fashion-styling-life-styling.html' title='Fashion Styling  - Life Styling?'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZByWPfyibiU/Tzh-oYHcFbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kCpO23ak4K8/s72-c/IMG00027-20120128-1700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-2084007729704500922</id><published>2012-01-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T04:16:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love bag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6yYOu9M_gQ/TxVmBQ8aYkI/AAAAAAAAALY/hWr3bv18mrU/s1600/1326602309630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6yYOu9M_gQ/TxVmBQ8aYkI/AAAAAAAAALY/hWr3bv18mrU/s320/1326602309630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698573075421487682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fashion school started on saturday and it has been a lot of fun! But what made it more memorable is this beautiful brown baby :) I've always wanted a satchel, but thought it was a little above budget - so I just settled with just staring at it everytime I see it. Fortunately, I am the world's luckiest girlfriend, HE surprised me with a brown satchel day before fashion school starts! Aside from the it's neutral color, which I super love, it's so huge, it fits everything! even my work laptop! I love this bag so much! but not as much as I love the awesome uber supportive boyfriend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-2084007729704500922?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/2084007729704500922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=2084007729704500922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2084007729704500922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2084007729704500922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-bag.html' title='love bag!'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6yYOu9M_gQ/TxVmBQ8aYkI/AAAAAAAAALY/hWr3bv18mrU/s72-c/1326602309630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-1187700301227292512</id><published>2012-01-10T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:58:43.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time (this is a mushy post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He unexpectedly gave me this beautiful colorful clock days before christmas – and I wondered why he would always give me time machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time. So precious, easily taken for granted, can be expensive, some would claim that they have a lot of this, while most would say they dont even have a second. I valued time in so many different ways. It was always time for important things, time for things that matter. I have also said “i dont have time” for several instances like when I proclamined that I don’t have time for love. I’ve always been busy, with a lot of things and I wanted to do a lot of things. I thought having a bf will limit me. I know i wanted one but i dont know by when. Then you came. I remember the exact feeling I had when you first talked to me. The exact feeling I had everytime you comment on my facebook post. Then it happened. I thought everything happened so fast. I thought I didnt give me enough time to get to know you well. But I guess the cliche is true, when you know, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy every moment I spend with you. Every second is so precious that I hope it never ends. If only I can not sleep amd just stare at you, I’d gladly do it. They say I’ll get over that feeling – “mawawala den yan”. We’ve been together for more than a year now and the feeling is still the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spending time with me in every way possible I value every text message because you spend time typing them. I appreciate everytime you commute from your home to mine, so we can spend time together. There are a lot of other things I’m thankful about and I can ramble about them all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, when people ask me why I dont have a boyfriend or when I’m gonna have a boyfriend, I would always say, in God’s perfect time He is just writing a beautiful love story for me and I dont mind if its taking too long. His perfect time indeed came and I’m glad I waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I’m looking forward to spending gazillions of time with you, I love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-1187700301227292512?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/1187700301227292512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=1187700301227292512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1187700301227292512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1187700301227292512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-this-is-mushy-post.html' title='Time (this is a mushy post)'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-655587199918236213</id><published>2011-08-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:18:24.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of gloomy weather, my fave highschool teacher posted this on her facebook wall:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walking hand in hand with my husband under the heavy rain without an umbrella and getting soaked was totally ROMANTIC. I would want to do it again every chance that I'd get. - Leah Salinel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;awwwwwww, sweetness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this weather is not gloomy afterall :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-655587199918236213?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/655587199918236213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=655587199918236213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/655587199918236213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/655587199918236213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2011/08/gloomy-romantic.html' title='Gloomy Romantic'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-956713203026632676</id><published>2011-08-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:43:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy thought of the day: Prenup Shoots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am having an off day. Prolly becuase I'm not feeling well, feeling a little feverish, or maybe because, again, for the nth time, the gloomy weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, like most days, whenever I feel off, I turn to my happy thoughts. So, happy thought of the day: prenup shoots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always been a fan of creative, non emo prenup photoshoots. I'm all for colors, nature, happy bright faces. Not really into lets-try-not-to-look-at-each-other kind of pictures. I think it's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are 2 of my recent faves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_OVby7plLI/TkN2-rCdr7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nViGEAO0J5Y/s1600/David%252BRuby-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639481977475018674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_OVby7plLI/TkN2-rCdr7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nViGEAO0J5Y/s400/David%252BRuby-66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how genuine this picture looks! Plus the fact that it was taken in one of my favorite places, old Manila. The carefree outfits, the random strangers, the total concept. This photo took my breath away. I had to pause and tried not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4hGHdA7KAE/TkN2tV79fAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ao4SggISoFM/s1600/CK_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639481679752821762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4hGHdA7KAE/TkN2tV79fAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ao4SggISoFM/s400/CK_0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outfits are again A+. The big red heart is pretty straightforward but it's the Lover's Lane that brought a smile to my face. I have a nice memory of this place. I also think that it is always romantic to have a prenup photshoot in your alma matter - that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend, Colleen April Celis, yes, Cyrus Baguio is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-956713203026632676?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/956713203026632676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=956713203026632676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/956713203026632676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/956713203026632676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-thought-of-day-prenup-shoots.html' title='Happy thought of the day: Prenup Shoots'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_OVby7plLI/TkN2-rCdr7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nViGEAO0J5Y/s72-c/David%252BRuby-66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-1506974808344147370</id><published>2011-08-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:41:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you do if...</title><content type='html'>Friend 1: My boyfriend is a fan of online gaming..&lt;br /&gt;Me: and?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: there is an online community&lt;br /&gt;Me: and?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: I happen to see his message board one time, I did not intrude, I saw it by accident. He messaged the game's top scorer, saying something like, congratulations on being number 1 etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Me: and&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: the top scorer is a girl - a pretty girl wearing a sexy outfit in her profile picture&lt;br /&gt;Me: mmm&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: is that even right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I bet your bf said it's nothing, he just congratulated the top scorer&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: he did say that&lt;br /&gt;Me: you accepted it?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: No. If the profile picture was a guy with a baseball cap and thick nerdy glasses, would he have congratulated him?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. Maybe your dude is just, friendly&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Freakin Flirt.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wouldn't like that if that happens to me too. But I wouldn't make it a big deal either. If he says its nothing, its nothing, but it shouldn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Right&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thing though is...somehow..becuase of that..&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Say it&lt;br /&gt;Me: I will have this thing in my head that he is actually capable of messaging people he doesn't know and the suggestive outfit makes it worst.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: My point exactly&lt;br /&gt;Me: mmm&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: guys will be guys..they will always check out girls, not matter how faithful they try to be&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: I get that...and I'm all for his checking out girls, I check out boys too, what bothers me is that he initiated a conversation with a total stranger. It was a private message.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, now that's not cool. If it were public, then I get it. If it's private, what was his intention?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I know...&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's ok...as long as it ended there it should be fine&lt;br /&gt;Friend: right&lt;br /&gt;-end of story-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-1506974808344147370?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/1506974808344147370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=1506974808344147370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1506974808344147370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1506974808344147370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-would-you-do-if.html' title='what would you do if...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-7690106277590004544</id><published>2011-08-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:16:06.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resurfacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been roughly 2 years since I posted an entry here - the reason being is that, I forgot my blogspot password and was too lazy to initiate a password reset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am blogging again. A lot has happened in the past 2 years and I mean a lot! I hope I can summarize everything in this blog post. SO, where do I begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't remember what happened latter half of 2009 so I'm gonna bypass that part :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First half 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't remember anything before our legendary KL-SG-Bali trip. That trip was memorable. We rode almost every vehicle known to man. We were travelling 80% of the time. It was exhausting but it was worth it - more than worth it actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got back in the office around mid-May and there were already a new batch of hires. They hired a lot while I was away - I felt alienated for a while. I really didn't care about these new hires since we get them like every month. They were introduced to me but I easily forgot about them. A lot was going on with me at that time, work, personal stuff and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;June 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I Finally got rid of it - cleaned my closet - for real this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;July 23-24 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SAP Practice Offsite: I decided to join the Groove presentation becuase I haven't danced for a really long time. Around that period I kinda felt that it was going to be my last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The offsite and the presentation went well (felt alone though as Ira didn't make it to the offsite and Katt went home early due to a asthma attack). During the offsite party, I decided to be friendly with the new people. I invited them to join me and dance with the rest of the company (literally). On the way to the dance floor, someone approached me and praised my dancing. I was like, Thank you! I was still groggy from the tequila shot I just had so wasn't really paying attention. The party was getting duller and the people were getting drunker, so a teammate asked me to go to one of the rooms where the rest of the team were apparently, drinking. I was still groggy, but what the heck? More alcohol means more fun right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That groggy tipsy night started everything. The culprit of culprits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;August Something 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only I can recover that 8-hour facebook chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;August 28, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first time we went out. I had dance class, he had a review (which I think he ditched?). After dance class we decided to meet up in Shang. It was typical. We had dinner, movie, ice cream, went home. But what happened since that day was far from typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I already noticed this dude when I first saw him in the office. He was tall, lean, dark and had a man purse - the man purse sealed the deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember a friend telling me, pag naging kayo, I'm gonna do a silent dance in my head - she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Several cyber flirtations came then exchange of 1 millon text messages a day followed. Whatever happened after that was history. Documented in every breakfast surprises, movie tickets, meal bills, radom letters etc. Let me just say that it was the most surreal phase of my 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oct. 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oct. 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oct. 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nov. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can go back to that groggy, tipsy July night in 2010 and reminisce. Too many memories to write (will blog more frequent from now on). Bottomline, I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I also resigned and found a new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention that I'm happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-7690106277590004544?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/7690106277590004544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=7690106277590004544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7690106277590004544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7690106277590004544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2011/08/resurfacing.html' title='resurfacing'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3367022005576845673</id><published>2009-08-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:11:17.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking conference calls at home has never been this yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;A hamburger phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SoEhIIDv6YI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rVeIuIBaxWA/s400/DSC05239.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368608654288218498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SoEhrBmJ7UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/98QxZPmL1Xk/s400/DSC05240.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368609253848902978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Last weekend, Chungs, aka Teresa sent me a message via YM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Teresa: Edell! may pasalubong ako sayo! matutuwa ka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;And yes natuwa nga ako! Yesterday, when she got to the office after her uber awesome vacation (Hongkong, Thailand, Bora) Chungs handed over her pasalubong for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tandadadan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;A hamburger phone! I was so happy I wasn't sure how I was able to say thank you! It was really unexpected and more than the actual hamburger phone, I'm happy that Chungs remembered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Now, taking conference calls at home is going to be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SoEhb1cuPYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/b-fC3LioD-8/s400/DSC05237.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368608992890076546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SoEhJEokGlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hqVAt2uX-q4/s400/DSC05234.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368608670548761170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3367022005576845673?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3367022005576845673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3367022005576845673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3367022005576845673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3367022005576845673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-conference-calls-at-home-has.html' title='Taking conference calls at home has never been this yummy!'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SoEhIIDv6YI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rVeIuIBaxWA/s72-c/DSC05239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-782347046995705824</id><published>2009-08-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:58:19.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i did find treasures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Went to Cubao with Nicole and Che today. Our objective was (at least for me and Che) to look for treasures in the lovely ukayans of Cubao. The first couple of stores were pretty disappointing. One, the stuffs are "new" so they are still very pricey. Two, none really caught my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Our tired but excited feet brought us to this little store with little stuffs. I wasn't really gonna browse through the clothes because I was looking for bags. But No - Che kept on checking out the clothes that I decided to check them out as well. Then I found these - denim lorts. The ginormous pockets kept on calling my name so I tried them on. Tadan! perfect fit! again, perfect fit! Like the lorts were made for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sn7EW-CQ_eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HUpqD50yLlM/s400/DSC05222.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367943704760876514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt; and the best part is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sn7Eo21-RKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AZQr2rqcKAg/s400/DSC05224.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367944012067914914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have a thing for crowns and this tag sealed the deal. Bought it for a hundred bucks!!! a real treassure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Then we went to this other store. I was really surprised at how Che managed to stop a crazy jeepney from running over her. She just waved her hand and kept on walking - it seemed like she was trying to get rid of a fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhoo, the second store was on sale! I was torn between two bags: a black classic one or this red modern sporty one. With the help of the 2 girls, I picked this bag and I'm so happy that I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's an original red Puma bowling bag which sells at 2400php (according to the website) and at the store, it was priced at 380php! Major steal right? but wait..there's more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sn7EpOXX8CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/agdgfxtNa2I/s400/DSC05228.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367944018382024738" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sn7EpSMc3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j0zTBbWeg6k/s400/DSC05227.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367944019409952146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sn7Epi7Zx4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/5ql3w2_eMjI/s400/DSC05229.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367944023901849474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Because it was on sale - the new price is 280php - not the awesome part yet - I bargained and I bought it for 250!!! 10 times cheaper! bwahahaa! Pure awesomeness! I've been planning to get myself a sporty handbag which I can use with my sporty outfits - but they're so freaking expensive that I'd rather buy shoes! Ahhh...this bag and I are meant to meet - gotta love Cubao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-782347046995705824?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/782347046995705824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=782347046995705824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/782347046995705824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/782347046995705824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-did-find-treasures.html' title='i did find treasures!'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sn7EW-CQ_eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HUpqD50yLlM/s72-c/DSC05222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3010918609239132395</id><published>2009-07-28T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:37:34.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog is alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;It has been 3 months since my last post - I feel guilty. I have abandoned my primary outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm back!!! (fireworks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;So, work has been pretty challenging (and I really have to start my long overdue entry with topic about work). A lot and I mean a lot has been happening - its crunch time! But I'm cool with it - I find peace in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am currently aadicted to this Korean reality show that was aired last year. Aside from the fact that it stars my recent favorite Korean Singer/Actor/Future husband, it is also a really funny show that for some reason uplifts my spirit everytime I watch it. It is the only series that is currently saved in my ipod and my ipod can't afford to lose battery (for I watch and rewatch several episodes on a per hour basis). Need not to dwell too much on it, as I might not be able to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sm64gLkg46I/AAAAAAAAAHM/z2o5dfz1x60/s320/369b7e1e.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427069246104482" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sm63WE4PBHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p5EZA4pXHxs/s320/hyunjoong1.bmp" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363425796139451506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Last friday, we had the "poo poo pants day" in the office. Poo poo pants aka drop pants are fun to wear and me and my friends decided to wear them on the same day. This is it for now, I need to go back to my lovely job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sm63xZrRwHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7TpyM1Q-y4E/s320/6060_1135223914663_1649291838_365833_6935960_n.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363426265578717298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sm63VVhHnbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pYqSuxrcWGE/s320/6060_1135227274747_1649291838_365839_1942848_n.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363425783426031026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;To the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3010918609239132395?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3010918609239132395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3010918609239132395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3010918609239132395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3010918609239132395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-is-alive.html' title='the blog is alive!'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/Sm64gLkg46I/AAAAAAAAAHM/z2o5dfz1x60/s72-c/369b7e1e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-7960303218231444360</id><published>2009-03-13T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:28:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't...</title><content type='html'>You just want him to be there..there was never love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-7960303218231444360?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/7960303218231444360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=7960303218231444360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7960303218231444360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7960303218231444360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-dont.html' title='You don&apos;t...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6856115130381024913</id><published>2009-03-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:50:13.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you wish upon a...fish</title><content type='html'>Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, why do i keep on doing that to myself? I spent my weekend watching cheezy koreanobelas. Allowing myself to be submerged into the glory of - love and all its cheesiness. I mean, love is good and strange (Thanks Che for that really interesting pin you gave me - i think it's going to be one of my favorites). The pin says: Love is so strange. I intended to take a picture of it and include it in today's post, but I'm just to lazy to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love. love. love - overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People want to talk about it - I used to want to talk about it - like all the time. But for some reason, that want faded away. It's not like I don't want to talk about it anymore - but whenever it is mentioned, I find myself rolling my eyeballs or just giving a heavy heavy sigh. I'm not really sure where all of this came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to start something - something to revive my faith in love - whatever that means. I don't want to be a skeptic - I want to believe in it again, or just think that it is possible. I'm not sure if I have really experienced it. I can't tell really. Anway, going back to that thing I wanna start - I wanna start a journal about waiting. I'm gonna blog everyday about waiting, about getting excited that maybe tomorrow I'll find you or you'll find me. Something that will document my anticipation for your...yeah...arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to The Secret, you have to want something for you to have it and the want should be consistent. Maybe if I put that want into writing it will become more consistent and the universe will finally do something about it? But then again, according to the book, the want should be specific. And I specifically don't know what I want. I'm not sure if I want something serious or something for experience purposes. So, I'm not sure if blogging everyday about it will actually lead into a miracle. But I'm still gonna try - who knows, in the process, I might just figure out what I really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it pathetic?I just thought that this is something - cute? By the time he comes, he'll read it and get really touched and won't think of ever leaving me [another rolling of eyeballs].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This might just be a koreanobela hangover and i'll get over it tomorrow - when I get myself submerged in work. As for now, I'll just keep on wishing on fishes (stars didn't work for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310842472245445794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SbPnFyg_RKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSMifT5Sv6U/s320/DSC04625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6856115130381024913?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6856115130381024913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6856115130381024913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6856115130381024913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6856115130381024913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-wish-upon-afish.html' title='when you wish upon a...fish'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SbPnFyg_RKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mSMifT5Sv6U/s72-c/DSC04625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4673565286319164502</id><published>2009-03-02T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:48:06.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>will always be 12...</title><content type='html'>so, i've been feeling demotivated for the past couple of days - weeks. I mean I still go throgh work as normal as possible, but the enthusiasm is just blah - if there was any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I tried to look for motivation today - and I found it im my ROOM! I decided to re-arrange my room (not really, cause the only addition is my desk which used to be outside). Now my room looks like that of a 12 year old - or a highschool studentim planning to add more pink - i really wish i'll find that pink flying pig soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick runthrough of what's in my room now:Perfect Princess pillow - thanks Katt! i remember how we are perfect and how we have the perfect everything! perfect pimple, perfect headache..perfect everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Card - PACMAN's bday present to me :) I posted it near my desk to "motivate me". It has nothing but positive and funny messages from the team - so, perfect motivator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aromatherapy candle - it has always been there but I stopped using it. I placed it on my desk, so I'll see it more often and use it more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Frogs - moolah&lt;br /&gt;Snowglobes - gives me hope, that someday I'll experience actual snow - loser - i know..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, i love my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSJF9JKSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a6CEmngsu-A/s1600-h/DSC04529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849114422257954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSJF9JKSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a6CEmngsu-A/s320/DSC04529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSA7ULw_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/L8fI03iwZdg/s1600-h/DSC04523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308848974127154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSA7ULw_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/L8fI03iwZdg/s320/DSC04523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSBpC2hwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/C42teDDnURs/s1600-h/DSC04534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308848986402490114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSBpC2hwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/C42teDDnURs/s320/DSC04534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSBRQhXiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xUP8SEhX3sM/s1600-h/DSC04532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308848980017372706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSBRQhXiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xUP8SEhX3sM/s320/DSC04532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSBFTWXgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s16lj5L8Eoo/s1600-h/DSC04531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308848976808009218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSBFTWXgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s16lj5L8Eoo/s320/DSC04531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4673565286319164502?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4673565286319164502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4673565286319164502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4673565286319164502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4673565286319164502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-always-be-12.html' title='will always be 12...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SazSJF9JKSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a6CEmngsu-A/s72-c/DSC04529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-5096791266022878177</id><published>2009-02-26T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:07:07.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>I just turned 24  -58 minutes ago, HP time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old..hahahaha! Old but not sad old, happy old. Aside from the fact that I was blessed with another year to live, I was blessed with another year to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is when I should be living the dream. I am given lots of opportunities this year. I am exposed to areas wherein I will learn lots of things. I really think that by the end of this year, I will be a better me (corporate-ly speaking :P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exciting! I've never been excited about growing old. This 24 thing is really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to HK,  I get to manage people now, I am involved in a "heavy" initiative, I'm leading stuffs. This is what I've always wanted to do. I just need to feel it and appreciate it and be thankful that I am given these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a loving and supportive family, I have awesome friends, I found a new housemate which totally saved another year of moving out and settling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-5096791266022878177?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/5096791266022878177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=5096791266022878177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5096791266022878177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5096791266022878177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/02/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-5390228992188903204</id><published>2009-02-24T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:52:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My day started pretty well - thanks to Lee Min Ho's awesome acting skills - and abs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the day progresses, the good mood slowly evaporates...they are testing my patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to admit that I have temper issues but I try to calm down first before I say anything. When I am all out freakin mad, I cry. And because I don't want to speed up the aging process, I learned to calm down before I say anything. (*when it's taking forever for me to reply, I am still summoning the Dalai Lama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today was a day to test that new skill. The world conspired to prove that I am still hot tempered. Good thing everything happened "cyberly" so I had more time to summon the gods to calm me down. I think I dealt with them pretty well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there...please please please..never ever mess with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-5390228992188903204?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/5390228992188903204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=5390228992188903204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5390228992188903204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5390228992188903204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/02/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy theory'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-5200395471444782375</id><published>2009-02-17T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:28:19.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nile</title><content type='html'>again, is not just a river in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gazillions of years, here I am..blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - i hate it when I am reminded of the pain. I wasn't expecting it..hahahaha! too bad, it was very very very close to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, in 2 hours I'm going back to "I am ok, it's been too long, I'm moving on" state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you delete function :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-5200395471444782375?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/5200395471444782375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=5200395471444782375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5200395471444782375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5200395471444782375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/02/nile.html' title='The Nile'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-2401600821593087138</id><published>2009-01-07T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:36:47.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is ME Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year's new year - or last year's new year's eve - basta parang ganun - was nothing special. Unlike the year before. Last year, I welcomed the new year with a huge smile on my face. The first drop of rain sort of told me that 2008 was going to be my year. There was something about that new year. Oh well, it was dramatic and all - so i wasn't really sure. This year, it was just Ok. There still was drama, but very minimal compared to last year. And it was raining - so lots of drops-droplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, to summaarize 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First quarter: Getting things done because i want to get out of this crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First quarter was about finishing what I had to finish - both on my personal crap and career. I was able to speak my mind and expressed what i really wanted - so there! tralala! yahoo! was able to get them. I thought, things are going my way, this is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Second Quarter: Let's go to the beach and Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first "regional trip" with my friends. Daene, Ali, Katt and I went to Iloilo, Guimaras and Bora. It was fun fun fun even if it was storming and all. It was also my 2nd time to get really wasted - bwahahaha! During our team offsite, my teammates had to carry me back to my room. As expected, I wasn't, still can't remember anything! And of course, the Twilight bug - 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288744068337303570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SWVktY0zABI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y64xCzHmhkk/s320/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288744350888760338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SWVk91aUFBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_h-Bqij6czQ/s320/me+and+rob+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Third Quarter: Frank the drunk and making ends meet and SFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was during this quarter when typhoon Frank hit the Philippines and caused great, ginormous damage to Iloilo. It was a killer flash flood. According to my friends who were there when the tragedy happened, animals were literally swimming or just "flowing" with the current. People were on roofs, cold and hungry. There were those who were literally hanging on trees because the current was so strong it was impossible to swim. Coffins were floating, trees and houses were uprooted. We lost almost something something worth of stocks. I had to be extra thrifty because I needed to help out. Our business is recovering slowly, but lots of plans were put on hold becuase of Frank the drunk. Oh well, I'm still thankful that no one got hurt. This was also the quarter when I became officially, a Single for Christ :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288744621667071282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SWVlNmI5NTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f9yOOM2g6TI/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fourth Quarter: First International Trip with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was our first time to go out of the country for a vacation. It was also my first time to go to the beach with Carms. It was one hell of a vacation. Lots of "huwat?" moments. It was a hilarious trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288745057996569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SWVlm_l8_FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tIcH8D4CJss/s320/IMG-1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thank you 2008 for the learnings, the experiences, the people i met, the realizations, the craziness, the opportunities, the good health - 2008, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, what will 2009 gonna be? I'm calling this, the ME YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288745452352811570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SWVl98rzsjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TqrPtQNwUmg/s320/friendster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be all about ME! Lots of time for me, lots of stuffs for me, lots of firsts for me. ME ME ME! I'm not being selfish or anything. But I realized, last year, that all my life, it has been about other people. It was about their expectations, it was about what they will think, it was about what will make them happy. I'm not being rebellious, I just want to focus on Me this year. And, I'm starting the year right. I'm getting good roles at work, I have planned vacations, spas, and parlor days. I'm planning to grow my hair long and have it curled. I want to be fabulous this year. I will only think of things that I want. I will be who I always wanted to be - a better happier ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-2401600821593087138?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/2401600821593087138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=2401600821593087138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2401600821593087138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2401600821593087138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-me-year.html' title='2009 is ME Year'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/SWVktY0zABI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y64xCzHmhkk/s72-c/DSC02118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3468261899298836393</id><published>2008-12-21T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:50:58.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why the Beatles made it</title><content type='html'>So, i was hoping that i'll be able to come up with a blog entry nd thanks to nick and norah, i was able to come up with one. If i  may quote directly "i wanna hold your hand." first single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every successful love song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'i wanna hold your hand'. And every successful love story has those unbearable unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's all i ever wanted. I wanna hold his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3468261899298836393?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3468261899298836393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3468261899298836393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3468261899298836393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3468261899298836393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-beatles-made-it.html' title='why the Beatles made it'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-2531558095093269656</id><published>2008-12-14T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:04:54.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone blogging</title><content type='html'>ok, so im blogging using my new phone...yup.!hardcore yabang!bwahahahah! And yeah, basically abusing the free wifi here at the honda show room. My friend is waiting for his new seat covers...and we've been waiting for like 2 hours already...oh well, they should have, like coffee or something.  Anyhoo, i tried to connect to be able to check on my mob. Unfortunately facebook doesnt show the mob wars link. Oh well...till next free wifi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-2531558095093269656?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/2531558095093269656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=2531558095093269656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2531558095093269656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2531558095093269656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/phone-blogging.html' title='phone blogging'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6344865207859915700</id><published>2008-12-10T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:07.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm...where to begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know where to begin - not really a good intro for this blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A very unexpected news was delivered to me today - and it took me a while - literally, a while to digest it. I am not good with these things. I didn't know how to react. I tried to suppress it but my tear ducts can only do so much. So I cried. I promised myself that I will never cry in front of him. No matter how mean he was when I was just starting my career or how he murdered my deliverables - I will not cry. I am strong and I will never ever show any sign of weakness. I am in control of my emotions and I will deal with things as professionally as possible. Well, maybe today was an exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So why the reaction? Was I being selfish? Was I being irrational? I think I was just overwhelmed. This person, more than anyone else, to date, had the greatest impact on my career. He has influenced me in many ways. He inspired me to work hard because he believed in me. He believed in my capabilities. I was confident that I can because he was confident that I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He did fed me to the sharks but he never let them swallow me alive. The reason why I was also brave enough to face them was becuase I knew that he's gonna pull me out before they sink their teeth on my pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He never said "that's how it is, suck it up!". He asked, he made me think, he made me realize what I really want. He allowed me to question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still need him - we need him. I'm moving to a new role and I think this is when I need his mentorship the most. He is not just a good leader and inspiring mentor, he is a good friend who cares - and this is why it's difficult to be "ok" with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6344865207859915700?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6344865207859915700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6344865207859915700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6344865207859915700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6344865207859915700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmmwhere-to-begin.html' title='mmm...where to begin?'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-5258684628329529442</id><published>2008-12-09T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:59:48.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drooling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm currently crushing on the Groove boys. Their performance during the HP Fundraising event was really drool material. I never saw these guys dance this flowy. Dream come true for me actually, to witness a pogi dance performed by the people i personally know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm also crushing on the Flamenco girls. It was another first for Groove and it makes me want to learn Flamenco. I love the skirt, the facial expression, the elegant sophisticated steps. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm crushing on the Street Girls - tough girls this time! We are used to seeing Groove girls perform more kembot dances, this time they were the tough "may angal ka" ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was great to finally be in the audience and watch them dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-5258684628329529442?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/5258684628329529442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=5258684628329529442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5258684628329529442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5258684628329529442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/drooling.html' title='drooling...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3355872157828856044</id><published>2008-12-08T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:56:38.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hate whole day meetings - it's more mentally draining than looking at SAP screen for the entire day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm scared...I really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why I said yes to these responsibilities. From now 'till I don't know when, a lot is expected from me. Everyone is expecting. If my plans fail, I fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a long time since I took accountability of something and I forget how it feels to take charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really scared...and it would be extra nice if there's someone you can be scared with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3355872157828856044?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3355872157828856044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3355872157828856044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3355872157828856044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3355872157828856044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/edward-cullen.html' title='Edward Cullen'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-7261900161266534600</id><published>2008-12-07T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:27:40.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Christina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously that is not my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking of something to blog about and I thought visiting my favorite sites will give me something to blog about. As always, first site to open is Multiply - nothing there. Second site to open is Facebook - shadan! Bingo! something to blog about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My good friend Dozi posted a Grey's Anatomy Personality Quiz widget. I thought, i'll take the quiz and maybe blog about the result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always thought I am a Meredith Grey - confused, commitment phobe but is driven, straight forward and cares for her friends. After taking the 10-item quiz, I was surprised to find out that I am actually a Christina Yang. I like Christina. She's funny, sarcastic, cynical, smart, driven, has weird ways of coping with stress and depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277018788618663618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STu8oSCtdsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xjN59Rd-VwM/s320/yang.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yeah, I can be a Christina. I am competitive and I want to be the best in what I do. The desire to excel is I think part of my genetic make up - it is just so natural. I don't need to be told that I need to do good - I just want to do well. It's not like I always succeed. I have failed several times, lots of times actually, but the want to be better or best has always and will always be there. I have lots of dreams and at 23, I don't think I'm even half way yet. I have sacrificed a lot to be where I am today and I think there are still a lot to sacrifice if I want to get to my dreams ASAP. But I don't have regrets - I am thankful that I made those decisions. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Christina, I am mean. I can be really mean if I want to and even if I try not to be - like being driven, it is also part of my genetic make up.I'm just glad that people know how to react to my opinions :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Christina, I care a lot about my friends. I am also mean to them, but I know how to care. I am not the type of person who will say that things will be ok even if nothing can be crappier. I am not the type of friend who will pretend that everything's fine when they aren't. I am brutal because I know that that's the best way to deal with things. You can't baby tough situations - its not smart and it's not going to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yeah...I have a thing for smart, mean, secretly romantic guys as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-7261900161266534600?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/7261900161266534600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=7261900161266534600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7261900161266534600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7261900161266534600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-christina.html' title='I am Christina...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STu8oSCtdsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xjN59Rd-VwM/s72-c/yang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-2692989770296141296</id><published>2008-12-06T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:33:39.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why backpacking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The topic of our annual barkada Christmas dinner was our recent trip to Kota Kinabalu. They all made fun of my fascination with the zoo and they all concluded that it was the highlight of my trip. It was fun, but the beach was and will always be the best part of any trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We also talked about future plans, like places to go in 2009. We all agreed on going on an out of the country trip again - but ofcourse given that there will be zero fares again. Daene and I are planning to go on a backpacking trip to Bali, Indonesia next year. We emphasized "backpacking" and Dozi asked "why does it have to be backpacking"? The default answer is that, I cannot afford a regular, hotel-based, shopping-spree oriented trip. I'd rather stay in a hostel (a really cheap one) and spend the rest of my pocket money on sight seeing and frog hunting. Other reasons include; meeting random strangers and hear stories of their travels, the thrill of commuting, seeing places that i thought only exist in movies and books and just the feeling of being somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wonder where I'm off to next...&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276695334860094114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STqWcy5L-qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c9nlzDWdo5Q/s320/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-2692989770296141296?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/2692989770296141296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=2692989770296141296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2692989770296141296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2692989770296141296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-backpacking.html' title='why backpacking?'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STqWcy5L-qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c9nlzDWdo5Q/s72-c/DSC03849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6296765081775111892</id><published>2008-12-05T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:46:53.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never Think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Rob Pattinson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should never think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's in your heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's in our home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I won't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll learn to hate me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still call me baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So call me by my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And save your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you're too far gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before nothing can be done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try to decide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when She'll lie in the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ain't got no fight in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this whole damn world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell you to hold off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You choose to hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the one thing that I've known &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once I put my coat on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm coming out in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this all wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's standing outside holding me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying oh please &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl save your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on save your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before it's too far gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And before nothing can be done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause without me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without me you got it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without me you got it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hold on Hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am currently inlove with this song. Not only because Rob Pattinson wrote and sang it, but because I think it is a really beautiful song. It speaks off love and how the technicallities of life make it complicated. It's the most beautiful feeling known to man yet it's the most complicated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I long for the day that I will just feel it, and not think about it much...just feel it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6296765081775111892?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6296765081775111892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6296765081775111892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6296765081775111892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6296765081775111892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-think.html' title='Never think...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3569944245967662698</id><published>2008-12-04T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:27:08.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; for some weird reason, i can't blog in the office - anyhoo, im blogging now - at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not a good writer. I just write for the sake of writing - for the sake of putting my mind out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, I think the world is more than aware that we are currently economically challenged. When the emails started to flood my inbox, carrying not so nice news, i decided to panic. I decided becuase only a decision can make me think (i hope i made sense). The reality is scary and its right in the middle of everything. It's a huge elephant and we need to talk about it. I am thankful that I still have a job. I am thankful that my company cares about me and did not lay me off. A lot of people have lost their jobs. People who have kids, siblings to support, mouths to feed - people who are at this point in time worrying how to pay next month's rent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can go on and on about all the other scary stuffs that this recession will bring. I am not an economist, but I don't think situations like this need graphs and numbers to paint what is really happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, how am I gonna ride the wave? I plan to go by my motto: accessorize with what you have. My decisions have been pretty much influenced by this belief and I think things are working out just fine so I need to re-apply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956413609589026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STf2Z6ukuSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tvPluX8egko/s320/getting+there.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been given several opportunities - to shine. I see them as challenges rather than additional work. I will use these opportunities - I will make them my accessories and make myself fabulous - its a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, my kids or grandchildren will ask me what I did during the 2008-2009 recession and I will proudly tell them; i was fabulous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3569944245967662698?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3569944245967662698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3569944245967662698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3569944245967662698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3569944245967662698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-be-fabulous.html' title='i will be fabulous'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STf2Z6ukuSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tvPluX8egko/s72-c/getting+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4373826598961978830</id><published>2008-12-02T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:05:43.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of 5 Stupid Tourists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spent the long weekend in Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia with my college friends - the funniest, craziest people you'll ever go on a trip with. We were not complete as the others decided to - not go. It was one hell of a weekend - never a dull moment. We laughed at almost anything - even those that other people won't find a bit funny. Maybe this is the reason why I am friends with these people, we can just look at each other and laugh boisterously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day 2 - Sun, sand and the deep blue&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire day "speed sailing" from one island to another. We were fortunate enough to have crazy drivers who granted us with free roller coaster rides in the sea. After we have parked our "bot", we looked for a spot where we can leave our stuffs before hitting the water. Good thing, there were very few tourists, we found a spot easily.And because we were poor stupid tourists, we didn't avail of the water sports and other water activities. Daene, Mabz and Dale did some snorkeling while carms and I sat on the shore with our ipods, cameras and sunblocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9x_mTNtI/AAAAAAAAADs/cx9OZQ4_cfA/s1600-h/DSC03542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275471942606075602" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9x_mTNtI/AAAAAAAAADs/cx9OZQ4_cfA/s320/DSC03542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-hx0VltI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BJMQ_EunSoE/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275472763540575954" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-hx0VltI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BJMQ_EunSoE/s320/DSC03537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We transfered to the 2nd island around lunch time - well, to have lunch. Food was pretty much affordable, 2 ringgit for lunch is not bad - when you're a poor stupid tourist.The cool breeze and the sound of the waves made Carms and I sleepy. We went looking for a spot (we're into looking for spots)to lie down. We found a perfect spot and slept the rest of the 2 hours away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9yMozPrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TOONxNCZOcM/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275471946106224306" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9yMozPrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TOONxNCZOcM/s320/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-ikH0jFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m-5L1mGO5WM/s1600-h/IMG-1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275472777044069458" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-ikH0jFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/m-5L1mGO5WM/s320/IMG-1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to the final island and we saw a Komodo dragon - how exciting. We were hoping to see hot backpackers and all Kota Kinabalu can offer is a lonely, slow, sociable Komodo Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9yL0NUnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T-vWFo_wutY/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275471945885635186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9yL0NUnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T-vWFo_wutY/s320/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back at the lodge at around - i honestly can't remember. We then had dinner at a Malaysian Restaurant just beside the lodge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-iFgsj5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_5sG1WQtZro/s1600-h/DSC03591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275472768826904466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-iFgsj5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_5sG1WQtZro/s320/DSC03591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-iqEykXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2y17jfZLCIo/s1600-h/IMG-1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275472778641969522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-iqEykXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2y17jfZLCIo/s320/IMG-1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, Mabz, Dale and I went to see Twilight while Carms and Daene walked around the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-iO1n2YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9HAvdLzaK5c/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275472771330595202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY-iO1n2YI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9HAvdLzaK5c/s320/DSC03589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day 3 - Green, wet, and lost&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Hot, tired, and lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4373826598961978830?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4373826598961978830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4373826598961978830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4373826598961978830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4373826598961978830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/12/tale-of-5-stupid-tourists.html' title='The Tale of 5 Stupid Tourists'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/STY9x_mTNtI/AAAAAAAAADs/cx9OZQ4_cfA/s72-c/DSC03542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-1527356019490500839</id><published>2008-07-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:29:25.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the phone call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;wow! 2 months since my last post! - manifestation that i only blog when im stressed. So, let me update you with my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Went with 3 friends to 3 summer destinations - not really summer destinations because it was raining like crazy! But we had fun anyway. We went to Iloilo, Boracay and Guimaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Boracay was really fun! We stayed there for 2 days and one night, but it was crazy! Got a little tipsy, danced a lot and ate a lot. Spotted one cute dude, who i thought was - my favorite term - a fetus (this is how i describe younger guys). It was nice to watch him, and i think i danced with him for like 5 minutes? I can't really remember because I was a little tipsy already. And yeah, it was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Guimaras was more of a chill escapade. We went there for a day trip. The beach was pretty nice even if it was still raining. The water was really freezing so nobody decided to take a dip. After eating 6 Guimaras mangoes, we decided to go on an island hopping. The first half of the "hop" was pretty ok. We went to the turtle sanctuary where we saw several ginormous turtles! After our little chit-chat with the giant amphibians, we were ready to explore the next island. We were busy taking pictures when i realized that we were slowly manuvering towards the open sea. The waves were pretty unfriendly, so I asked the boatman where we are headed. He then pointed to this really huge white rock with green shrubs on it and there were crazy angry waves spanking it. Everyone was still ok even if the waves were getting worst. And then Katt asked, there are no sharks here right? And I was like, no, actually this is shark infested, and Katt panicked. They all panicked! And mr. boatman, for some reason, started to distribute the life jackets and I was like, this is not good. I immediately told them that we would like to go back to the resort - I was getting a little scared too. So we went back to the shore and just laughed our heads off. It was really kracken from the sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We arrived at Iloilo around lunch time. After a bountiful lunch at the famous Ted's La Paz batchoy, we hurried home for my cousin's 7th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;All of my friends were really nice enough to help out with the party. My other friend even volutered to be the clown. He was really impressive with all his clown acts and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And he was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;He just stayed at the gate and watched the party from afar. It wasn't normal. Usually, if we have parties, my friends can just crash and eat and get crazy. Everyone else got crazy, except him. He was just there, standing. I tried not to look at him. I don't want him to catch me looking. After minutes of denial, I involuntarily shifted my gaze to where he was standing,but he wasn't there anymore. I didn't see him for the rest of the party. And then it rang "i don't want us to be friends". That was my line - my last message to him almost a month ago and that explains the "aloof" atitude. I thought I will be ok with it. I saw him again the following day, at mass - after a glance, i tried not to look at him until the end of the mass. I never saw him again after that. Not normal, as we usually hang out untill the wee hours of the morning, especially during special occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Three weeks ago, I initiated a text message. I thought it was necessary, i need to let go of the uneasiness of not being friends with someone so special. I know that what I did will reboot the cycle but I have to try. I was still hoping that I will be ok with it and I will treat him like just any other friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Last week, he surprised me with a phone call, at 1 am. I honestly was hyperventilating when I realized that it was him. Sadly, we had nothing to talk about. We were both new to that - the talking thing. I'd like to think that fate was on my side, the line went dead - his phone ran out of battery. I thought it was a good thing, because I was really not comfortable, I didn't know what to say. After a couple of minutes he sent a text message saying that it was nice to hear my voice again. I was smiling, I was happy - and I still hate myself for feeling that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It has been six days since that phone call. I am still hoping that he would call again. I'm confused. I don't want to talk to him but I want to talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So there, the cylce is here again and I'm going through it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-1527356019490500839?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/1527356019490500839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=1527356019490500839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1527356019490500839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1527356019490500839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/07/phone-call.html' title='the phone call'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-7808427776382684700</id><published>2008-07-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:37:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate surprises</title><content type='html'>since that faithful - morning (it was 1 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that im going through this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody break the freakin cycle please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-7808427776382684700?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/7808427776382684700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=7808427776382684700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7808427776382684700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7808427776382684700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-surprises.html' title='i hate surprises'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6444031270941996450</id><published>2008-04-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:24:00.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i never thought ill write about this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it has been a month - 1 month and 4 days to be exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and i think i'm doing ok and i actually can write about it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the first 2 weeks were unbearable - it was when i realized that its for real this time, no turning back - i did what i did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;broke down a couple of times - the first night, it was terrible. didn't know i have that much "water" in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;they won't stop falling. uncontrollable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the following day, i went to the office in my favorite corporate outfit. i put make up on. i was up early had a really good breakfast and i was in the training room before everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;then i went to the pantry to get water. it was 9:00 am, the pantry was so freakin quiet. i took my mug out of the cupboard and there they fell again. i don't know, they just did - of all places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i went back to the training room. i was alone still. i tried to read some emails but my brain wasn't working. it was blank. i wasn't feeling anything, compared to the annoying crap i felt the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i don't know how to describe it, but i will try: just imagine your heart being crushed by something very heavy and you can't breathe. you are concious and your heart seems to be somewhere in your body, not in your chest. it was like in your stomach or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my face was blank for 2 weeks. a friend once approached me and said, "this is bad" and i just broke into tears. i was like, "how did you know?" and he said "it's in your eyes, they're heavy you're aura is heavy". this is pretty pathetic, but it was the first time that i felt such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;so that's actually how it felt like. for some reason, i can still recall how painful it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i had the frog beside me for 3 weeks. i brought it with me to the office. placed it beside me as i sleep. or just hold it. and i finally let it go, just last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i noticed that i wasn't looking for it anymore. it stayed on my desk for a week now. not beside my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;so why write all these all of a sudden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i read a book and it reminded me of the pain. i was smiling while i was reading it. the way the author described the heroin's feelings painted that picture of me a month ago. i tried to skip the pages. i didn't want to read about me. but then i realized, maybe i just need to. ill be home in a week and i'll see him again - its going to be an excruciating weekend, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'm still going for 2 months. and i think im doing great. for now, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6444031270941996450?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6444031270941996450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6444031270941996450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6444031270941996450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6444031270941996450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-never-thought-ill-write-about-this.html' title='i never thought ill write about this'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6328527625208065987</id><published>2008-04-05T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:24:59.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im a freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;well i guess i will just turn my freakin back from the freakin things all the freakin time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i am missing the frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it is right beside me, it stops me from picking up the phone and sending you a freakin text message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;that i wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;im on my 3rd week now...and im doing freakin well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6328527625208065987?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6328527625208065987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6328527625208065987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6328527625208065987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6328527625208065987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-freak.html' title='im a freak'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-486358370414474500</id><published>2008-03-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:55:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;She said: this will probably be the longest text message ill ever send you. i want you to know about a couple of things because you deserve to know. ok, the reason why i asked for the frog back is because i dont want to see mine and be reminded of you. the reason why i stopped using my smart phone is because i only use that for you. i removed you from my friendster because i dnt want to see your pictures. when you failed to greet me at exactly 12 midnight during my birthday, i used that as a reason to be mad at you.y? because i though being mad at you would make things easier for me. hating you will make me not think of you. especially when you told me that your wish is for me to find someone. having said that, i want you to know that i am hurting and i dont know when i can finally get rid of you. it was difficult to see you last week. it was difficult to ask for the frog back. i wanted to talk to you but i was afraid that i might break down. i dont want to break down, not in front of you. so there, i need your help, i need you to tell me that its over. i know it is, but i want to get it directly from you. stop giving me wrong signals and make me believe that there is still something. and i don't want us to be friends. at least until i have finally moved on. i don't care what will happen after this, but i hope its for the better. for me at least, i know you're doing great. and let's not communicate anymore, i am ok until i get a text from you and i'd get totally emotional and distracted. so there, whew! i never thought i'd be able to tell you these..especially admit that i'm hurting. don't say sorry, this is all my fault. its ok if you won't reply, you usually don't anyway. i guess i will be better now. thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he said: i'm just waiting for you to say this...If this is really what you want, then i gues this is it. i also want you to be happy. whatever reasons i have  for holding on to you for such a long time will just be mine. i hope we can still be friends someday. im sorry, but you'll still be special...you'll be ok..trust me, you will be..its ok to hate me, just don't forget me..that somehow i've been part of you...sory for hurting you that bad...for being selfish..for making you hope for something from me...i know you'll move on...thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he said: halong pirme..bye! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;silence....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he said: i hope you'll be brave enough to risk if you find someone for you someday...i apologize for causing you much pain. for hurting you over and over again...im still here if you need somebody to talk to...you can't just throw me away...find a good man...ang indi palahubog ha? kag please reply, bisan hambalon mo lang i hate you...thanks for saying what you really feel for the first time..at least i know what was going on with you. God has His own reasons for this...i know...good night...im gonna flood my pillow again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;she said: i dnt hate you...budlay lang gid ya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-486358370414474500?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/486358370414474500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=486358370414474500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/486358370414474500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/486358370414474500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-25-2008.html' title='March 25, 2008'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6719304750395189080</id><published>2008-03-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T06:47:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because its easier that way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;you asked: akig ka sakon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i answered: i am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said: daw ka mean cmo sang birthday mo...hehe..btw, musta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said: what was so mean about that?nyway, im ok, thanks for asking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i acting like this? because its easier this way...im sorry i need to hate you...i need to be mean to you...its easier this way and after all these years, i kinda want the easy way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i sooooo want to tell you that ill be joing clp soon...i know you'll be happy....but then again, I'm trying my best not to have anything to do with you whatsoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'm not sure if i'm being unfair...i kinda don't care anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'm almost out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6719304750395189080?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6719304750395189080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6719304750395189080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6719304750395189080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6719304750395189080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-its-easier-that-way.html' title='because its easier that way...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-103864177851516966</id><published>2008-03-03T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:12:13.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day mcdreamy chose the wife over grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I just love the parallelism in Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;tonight, the episode was about a train accident. there were two passengers who got stuck to each other because of a metal pole that went through their bodies - gross -i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;to be able to save the man's life, the woman should be removed - this procedure could kill her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;their injuries had been severe that they can no longer feel any pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;they were then separated - both unconscious - the doctors tried to save both lives but they can only do so much. when the man was showing some sort of "breaking down", the doctors who were attending to the girl needed to help those who were operating the man. meredith was left alone with the girl. then she started to scream "what about the girl" - but there was nothing to salvage - of the two, she had the worst injury - she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at the elevator, mcdreamy was feeling uneasy, his fellow surgeon, doctor torres, noticed this and she halted the elevator. mcdreamy went to the corner of the elevator and broke down. after a couple of seconds, he was ok again and they went out of the elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mcdreamy went out of the hospital with his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i guess, that is just how things are...some can no longer be saved because there is nothing to salvage anymore..too much injury will allow you to not feel any pain...and people make the hardest decisions - and most of the time, in most of these decisions, someone or something has to give way for the sake of everybody...and what's left to do is to break down for a couple of seconds and get back to reality...again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-103864177851516966?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/103864177851516966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=103864177851516966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/103864177851516966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/103864177851516966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-mcdreamy-chose-wife-over-grey.html' title='the day mcdreamy chose the wife over grey'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-250455048124353347</id><published>2008-02-26T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:26:27.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go signal</title><content type='html'>i turned 23 today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for 23 amazing years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my go signal...he didn't greet me at exactly 12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was our tradition - aside from meeting up at new year's eve, during birthdays, we greet each other at exactly 12 midnight - this year, i did greet him at exactly 12 midnight...i was the first person to greet him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been asking for a sign...i guess this is it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-250455048124353347?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/250455048124353347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=250455048124353347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/250455048124353347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/250455048124353347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-signal.html' title='go signal'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-7549256848195085982</id><published>2008-02-17T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:19:10.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have a home in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/R7l3asOVb_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RjaaQG0BHiQ/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168293347815944178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/R7l3asOVb_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RjaaQG0BHiQ/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i just had the best weekend - 3 days with God in His loving embrace - it was such an experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered my questions through a Speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habang nagsasalita yung speaker, i tried not to cry, kahit sobrang hirap na hirap na...kse i was really touched by her words and it was like God talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been asking for answers - answers to the questions that were bothering me for a really long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on Feb 16, 2008 - i finally got my answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, however, is not without its hurts and pains, and this is a reality we gear ourselves for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk was about Pain - or from how i understood it, it was focusing on pain and managing pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speaker shared that everytime she cries, she feels God's power hug...her tears are just manifestation of God touching her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made me realize something...everytime i cry, i feel so helpless, weak...but come to think of it, everytime i cry it is when i find myself surrendering my self to Him and after i cry i feel better...and yes, maybe God did hug me...i know He did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that weekend made me realize lots of things and helped me put into action my agenda for 2008 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to fix a couple of issues in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;it was always there - but i became idle for quite a while, in terms of service that is...&lt;br /&gt;and the conference was a good start - this year, i will transition from YFC to SFC and i am very excited! there's this letter that i got from the conference...and i promise myself that i will read it everyday. that letter really touched my heart - its a letter from God =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my relationship with my family&lt;br /&gt;i am surprised that i am now able to communicate liberally with my parents. i answer their text mesagges with a "Hehe" or "Wow", and i was not like this before. i was very careful in showing emotions to my parents. i tried so hard to keep distant - i wasn't comfortable. now, i find myself sharing my plans with them and just a little more comfortable - i hope this gets better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my relationship with people around me&lt;br /&gt;last year, i was such a pain..my patience was super short! i was always in a bad mood, always depressed...i hated everybody, even those i don't know! haha! and then came the last few weeks of 2007 and i decided that i should get my life fixed. i can't go on complaining about how im no longer happy with my job, that my personal life is confusing me, that my realtionship with everyone is just in great chaos. and yes, i tried to fixed things little by little. i was able to close something with someone. even if my questions for him are still hanging there, i decided to move on. that meeting did give justice to that "floating" situation - at least i did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, there's one more thing i need to fix - i had the chance, january 1 2008 - but back then, i got caught up in the situation, i was scared, i was shocked - for me, it was not the perfect time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk about pain has given me the courage. it will not be a one time big time thing - i will do it slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are starting to dawn on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. church - this is where i first saw you&lt;br /&gt;2. i have this concept of a Mr. Big - someone i always get back to - i mean, no matter what had happened - no matter how complicated things are - it's weird - you are my Mr.Big&lt;br /&gt;3. i always pray for someone - and sometimes i question God bakit wala pa rin - come to think of it, baka nga binigay na&lt;br /&gt;4. and why do i still think of this person&lt;br /&gt;5. now the circumstances will not allow what i want to happen - it's medyo painful - but who am i to blame? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...now things are clearer to me...it can happen! it is so possible! and that scary feeling is now gone - excitement has replaced it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just praying for the best =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-7549256848195085982?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/7549256848195085982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=7549256848195085982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7549256848195085982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7549256848195085982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-have-home-in-my-heart.html' title='you have a home in my heart'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/R7l3asOVb_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/RjaaQG0BHiQ/s72-c/DSC01513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3315366183512582511</id><published>2008-01-04T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:32:39.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone to watch over me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;originally posted July 06, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ok, so i love that song...it's a classic but i never dreamed of it happening literally! meaning, someone's looking at you from a far, for 9 freaking years! aka, stalker...or not really. then after 9 years, this person would txt you and tell you that he's always thinking about you, praying for you (which is by the way, a good thing...hehe...) and that he's hoping that someday, the two of you can actually have a normal conversation.if you are in that position, would you be happy? flattered? or freaked out?i always have a problem when it comes to "giving" reactions. most of the time i react based on impulse and later on contemplate if i "gave" the right/proper reaction.for one, i am a little "reserved" and interact only once in a while. i have to be in a rowdy group to be able to talk. or i can be in a group intimidated by my persence to be able to talk. or i can just be with myself and talk, hehe...now that's creepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;so, plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....talk to me! i won't talk to you if you won't initiate! and never ever tell me that you can't approach me now because, because, because....arrrggggghhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3315366183512582511?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3315366183512582511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3315366183512582511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3315366183512582511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3315366183512582511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/01/someone-to-watch-over-me.html' title='someone to watch over me...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3485113513928646145</id><published>2008-01-03T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:22:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nyahaha! i just love blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say na wag na daw mag new year's resolution kse hindi rin naman mangyayari or hindi rin naman masusunod. I never had a formal new year's resolution, so i really can't tell. For some reason, i want to have concrete resolutions for this year..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. find more reasons to smile&lt;br /&gt;2. manage stress better&lt;br /&gt;3. more time for family, friends and me&lt;br /&gt;4. try not to be a workaholic&lt;br /&gt;5. no to alcohol&lt;br /&gt;6. save, save, save&lt;br /&gt;7. be more health conscious&lt;br /&gt;8. love more, enough with holding back -&gt; be a risk taker at this field..nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;9. deal with life one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;10. be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there...sana magawa ko lahat yan..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3485113513928646145?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3485113513928646145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3485113513928646145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3485113513928646145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3485113513928646145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3800788363282369672</id><published>2008-01-01T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:16:17.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><title type='text'>2008 is my year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;how many times did i say that i will be leaving M in 2007? 2006? 2005? 2004? nyahaha! But i think 2007 is the year - yes, it was difficult to finally come up with this decision, but there's no other way - someone has to do it, and im doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so what happened? December 28, 2007? Bwahaha! cherry on top of an amazing year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet at lunch time - he said was supposed to treat me - anyhoo, both of us didnt make it. i had some errands that i need to do - last minute - nanay ko kse and he also accompanied his sister to the hospital - we met up at around 2 in the afternoon. I was at toy kingdom when he texted that he was already there and he asked me where do i want us to meet. it was a bomb exploding right in front of me - he was there...finally. it took me 15 minutes to finally reply and then i said, let's meet up in front of national bookstore. normally, it would take around 2 minutes to walk from toy kingdom to national bookstore - i took the "long cut" anad it took me around 5 minutes. while walking, i decided to call Mabz...i needed moral support - i was really chickening out! so there, i was talking to Mabel, telling her that i am so nervous, i could die. when i got to national bookstore, he wasn't there yet. so i just keep on talking with Mabz, then we talked about the Maroon 5 concert...i was just walking back and forth, with matching ikot and then boom! he was there! standing right in front of me - it was surreal - i dropped the call without saying goodbye. i was just so nervous, i didn't know what i was doing. so there, we started walking, tapos he said, let's look for a place where we can sit - i laughed.hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first coffee shop that we saw was full, so we walked some more and then we found a spot at Vienna Koffihouse (bwahaha! this blog is so out there!!!) - and then we ordered, he asked me, what do you want? i'll have Mocca and he said he he will have that too. ok, first awkward moment, i opened my bag and took out my wallet and then he said "let me pay for it, it has been 6 years". i laughed. and then he said "i was supposed to treat you out to lunch" and then i said, its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sat down and we started talking. so i asked how he was, what he has been up to. talk talk talk, then our coffee came - yahoo! something to break the cricket moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cricket moments - silent moments, tapos parang you'll hear crickets..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, more kwento and more cricket moments. then he said, he was just waiting for his sister which means that we have a time limit - and it was totally fine with me. then i realized, we don't have enough time to talk about what we needed to talk about. anyhoo, make the best out of the time we have. he said that they will be having a christmas party the following day - for their employees. he said he was gonna invite me but i have a family reunion..sayang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk - then he said he regularly goes to Manila and he asked for my address, na hanggang ngayon d ko pa rin nabibigay..hehe..it was more of reminiscing hyskul stuffs but we really didn't talk about us - maybe no one had the courage to talk about it. and it has been six years, tapos ngayon lang ulit kme nagkita i don't think we can really talk about it ng ganun na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, then 4 pm came, he was leaving. we said goodbye a couple of times - it was an awkward goodbye kse we were already standing up pero he was still asking questions like where are you going, what will you be doing....stuffs like that. i said i'll just wait for my friends and then he went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang, after that meeting, no follow up. its already wednesday, didn't recieve a single text message from him. i was supposed to text him and thank him for last friday, pero d ko pa rin ginagawa, should i do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero at least i can say that i did something - so, whatever happens, may ginagawa na ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was difficult kse hindi ako ganun, i'm more of a wait and see person, ngayon lang na i really did something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi na lang cia yung first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was my first dance (highschool)&lt;br /&gt;he was the first guy to formally ask me if he could court me&lt;br /&gt;he was the first guy to walk me to the dorm and carried my books&lt;br /&gt;he was the first guy to make his intentions public&lt;br /&gt;he was the first guy to write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;he was the first guy to write me poems&lt;br /&gt;he was the first guy i had coffee with - was it a date? if it was, the he was the first guy i went out on a date with&lt;br /&gt;will he also be the first ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha! annoying crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, more pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i suddenly blog here? because i had a nightmare. i dreamt of J - yes! ano ber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, the dream was like this, there's this road - parang never ending or masyado lang ciang mahaba - basta hindi nakikita yung dulo..tapos i was walking alone..walk walk walk...then suddenly, he was there beside me - panalo! he looked like a rockstar - yung plain white t-shirt tapos jeans - wala lang, for me that's the ultimate rockstar get up...haha! anyhoo, so yun, lakad lang cia..tapos naglabas cia ng yosi, tapos before pa niya ma light i took it and "tear" (for lack of a better term) it, tapos i threw it away...tapos he looked at me lang...walang nagsasalita...then he suddenly held my hand...tapos parang it was very casual...tapos yun, lakad lang together..we were both smiling...tapos nung titingnan ko na cia, he wasn't there anymore...as in naglalakad na ulit ako mag-isa..tapos i wanted to wake up, but i can't..gising na yung utak ko, but i can't move my body...sobrang hirap ako...cguro mga 20 seconds na ganun..then i woke up...ang bilis ng heartbeat ko..it was scary...so yun, akala ko happy dream - happy na, tapos biglang ganun..weirdness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, 2008 na! and it's so positive! yung pasok ng taon, sobrang positive! kahit something happened nung january 1, ok lang, in a way parang ok den yung nangyari...it made me realize things...things na dapat matagal ko na na realize...bwahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, im super looking forward to this year! sobra! parang madaming mangyayari this year and im super excited! excited to meet new people, new experiences...2008 is my year! it's a decision!!! game! game! game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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year!'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-1156955952873118476</id><published>2007-10-09T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:42:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest confession you will never ever know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i know that you won't be able to read this and nobody's reading this blog anyway - good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i ran out of pages in my "manual" journal, I really am depressed and i need to let this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ok, so maybe i made a wrong decision  - maybe i should have not let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;but then again, its over and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my friend told me that i should stop feeding it - ill just be misserable -well,  i am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;im missing you so bad...i knew this was gonna happen...that i'm gonna realize how much you mean to me only when youre gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i really don't have the courage and won't have the courage to let you know all these...my pride won't let me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;maybe you've grown tired..who wouldn't be? i was such a pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blame it on the foundation...6 freakin years..darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i remember, when we were still ok..we were texting every day until 3 in the morning...we were talking about nonsense things but it was never boring...and then you asked me how much i miss you, i told you that i super miss you i wanted to eat a chocolate cake! haha! i bet your heart melted...haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i thought work will take my mind off you...no luck...its making things worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i thought the company of new guys, new crushes will take my mind off you...no luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ok, i once told you that there's something i wanted you to know...and then you asked what, and i said i forgot - the truth was, i can't tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;now you are with someone - seeing your happy pictures makes me crave for a chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;now i am eating chocolate cake - i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i always tell you that....i hate you...but i never did, not a single time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i have always cared...its just that i can never let you know...i was scared that i'll get so attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;well, apparently, i am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;darn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i lost your poems..or maybe they're just here somewhere but i don't want to look for them...trying not to nourish the annoying feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i wonder if i'll ever have a chance to let you know...maybe my chance was over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;you found someone, your pictures say you're happy and you tell me you're not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;things would have been different if you're here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i am tyring to reach out but i can only do so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i need you to tell me that's its over so that i can move on...it can't be my decision alone...as long as you're holding on i will never move on...tell me you've moved on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ok, you might be reading this now....laughing your head off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i don't care...now you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;now give me that long overdue hug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-1156955952873118476?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/1156955952873118476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=1156955952873118476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1156955952873118476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1156955952873118476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/10/greatest-confession-you-will-never-ever.html' title='the greatest confession you will never ever know'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-463448907745018321</id><published>2007-08-25T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:38:23.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smitten by someone i can never have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and i find myself thinking about this person every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i know nothing's gonna happen, the more i entertain this, the more its gonna make you affect the way i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i know this will lead to nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;whoah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;im taking this risk - the walls are now gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;lets, nobody gets out of this life alive anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-463448907745018321?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/463448907745018321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=463448907745018321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/463448907745018321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/463448907745018321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/08/smitten-by-someone-i-can-never-have.html' title='smitten by someone i can never have'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4307137547433392269</id><published>2007-08-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:25:41.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RsfY5LAI8MI/AAAAAAAAABk/qv6EKFcEGJ4/s1600-h/friends%20for%20keeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100283579737895106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RsfY5LAI8MI/AAAAAAAAABk/qv6EKFcEGJ4/s320/friends%2520for%2520keeps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The day my good friend gave my number to him was the day i gave him access to affect how i feel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was the day i gave him the power to make me happy, and the power to make me sad...and the power to confuse me for years...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4307137547433392269?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4307137547433392269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4307137547433392269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4307137547433392269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4307137547433392269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-overdue-post.html' title='Long Overdue post'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RsfY5LAI8MI/AAAAAAAAABk/qv6EKFcEGJ4/s72-c/friends%2520for%2520keeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4327690647943284200</id><published>2007-08-11T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:36:35.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i took the shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;August 9, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;it was supposed to be a "no big deal" thing...but then, it was the first time, i guess its just normal for me to be bothered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;the image just keeps on flashing in my head...and everytime it does...i just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;if that was with a stranger, it would have been fine...i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;oh well...i hope this would just evaporate and let's all pretend that it didn't happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4327690647943284200?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4327690647943284200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4327690647943284200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4327690647943284200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4327690647943284200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-i-took-shot.html' title='the day i took the shot'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-5140903576352050421</id><published>2007-05-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:38:48.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but then again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's been quite a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;due to public demand - choz - i decided to blog again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;anyhoo, so what did happen to me over the past couple of weeks? nothing exciting - but then again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;finished my technical training week before i went on leave for vacation - after that training , i got inspired to code more - and the opportunity that awaits me out there is superb! - i have to be honest, this is my main motivation why i'm trying to do good in this field...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;before i went home for vacation, got my self an iPod nano -yeahuh! well after postponing several times, i finally decided to reward myself - its just a 2 gig nano - and to date, i have not utilized half of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;went home and spent 6 days there - it was a busy 6 day-vacation - was able to bond and chill with my family. we went to this garden restuarant - it was so nice there! Aldrich promised to take me there again - the place is so romantic...but then again, it would be extra romantic if you'll be with someone special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mmmm....what else? none really - found myself a new crush in the office - we got formally introduced - yun lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;im really not looking for someone to be in a relationship with - or maybe i do...but then again, not really my priority...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my summer is about to end - one more getaway and its over - reached my goal though - 5 summer getaways  - wootness!!! - but then again, summer is just a season - i can have "summer getaways" all year round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-5140903576352050421?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/5140903576352050421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=5140903576352050421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5140903576352050421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/5140903576352050421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-then-again.html' title='but then again...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4633791731370653946</id><published>2007-04-17T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:51:34.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel good'/><title type='text'>Because I'm turning barok - The Return of Edell the bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RiUHcmMCmAI/AAAAAAAAABc/J9qIu5yWL4M/s1600-h/cover_hardboiled_L2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054454344662030338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RiUHcmMCmAI/AAAAAAAAABc/J9qIu5yWL4M/s320/cover_hardboiled_L2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I went to a friendly bookstore late this afternoon to window shop. Well, that was my intention - but apparently, i did more than window shopping - i splurged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When I was in highschool, i would spend my savings on books. I would buy paper back romance novels worth 300 - 500 bucks and when you're in highschool, that's a whole lotta money. It was an addiction that i eventually was able to outgrow. Until i discovered that i was turning barok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;There were a couple of words i can no longer spell correctly. Subject-verb agreement issues and a whole lot more!!! I was bothered. It was just so freaky - so i decided to get back to reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I bought 2 books today - expect more come salary time. I bought Hardboiled and Hard Luck by Banana Yoshimoto - pretty interesting book. It's just 149 pages with huge fonts. Hardboiled is about a woman mourning on the death of her lover, also a woman. While Hard Luck is about a woman who was left by her fiance after an incident which left her in comma. Pretty interesting huh... I also asked a friend to buy me another Banana Yoshimoto book - weeeeee! excitement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I also bought, Diamonds and Daisies by Bernadette Strachan - well, the review says "witty, enthralling, heaven" - mmmm - this is a contemporary story about a woman who found the man of her dreams but eventually realized that this might not be the fairytale she has always wanted - maybe it's just too good to be true....wahaha! so me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;confession: aside from the fact that the plot is pretty interesting - the characters are more interesting: the heroin, lives with a spherical couch potato - so me, an irish nun just moved in to their spare room - my name is actually, that of an Irish saint, for real and she also lives with a workaholic virgin - need i say more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;anyhoo...ill blog about these books once i finish reading them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4633791731370653946?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4633791731370653946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4633791731370653946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4633791731370653946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4633791731370653946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-im-turning-barok-return-of.html' title='Because I&apos;m turning barok - The Return of Edell the bookworm'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RiUHcmMCmAI/AAAAAAAAABc/J9qIu5yWL4M/s72-c/cover_hardboiled_L2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4393849698035447508</id><published>2007-04-15T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:51:17.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><title type='text'>Got curled for the occasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was my friend's birthday last night, Cathy. It actually was an advance birthday party - so a number of HP people went to Cathy's place. It was a laid back party, but the fun, as always was never laid back. We just laughed the whole night - talked about stuffs that we don't usually talk about in the office. Here are some of those:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. translate famous lines in the movie 300 in different languages, such as spanish, french, mandarin and tagalog...t'was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2. spongebob squarepants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. deep dark secrets (we do talk about these in the office but not as intense as last night) - Cathy got grilled...hehe...good thing they did not ask me anything about my so-called love life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I got curled for the occasion. I was waiting for Katt's text so while waiting, I decided to curl my hair. It ended up ok. I actually like the huge curls - goldilocks curls. I'm planning on getting permanent curls...for a change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mmmm...anyhoo, now lets move to a different topic - kinda not related to the previous stuffs i mentioned in this entry, but oh well, this is my blog anyway. They say girls are complicated. They say it is always, alwats dificult to know what girls are thinking and it's a challenge to read their actions. Well, I have to admit, there was a point in my life when I was a little complicated. I mean, I still am but not as complicated as before. Now, I am more straight forward, or at least I try to be. For some reason, people just find it hard to believe me...LOL..Like there's this one instance when I told a guy that i like him - of course, he though it was a joke so he didn't take it seriously - and I've given up. Now I understand why it's important for guys to know if the girl they like, like them as well. It's just so hard to be out in the open about your feelings and the other person won't take you seriously - great, now I know how it feels....the more that I need to be straight forward about my feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This blog is so out there!!! I'm like broadcasting my whole life! Oh well, only a few people have access to this one and unlike other blog sites, people don't get updated if I have a new entry. Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm gonna admit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;who I currently have a huge crush on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"he will be in your world soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have a huge crush on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;RG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Told ya, this blog is so out there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4393849698035447508?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4393849698035447508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4393849698035447508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4393849698035447508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4393849698035447508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-curled-for-occasion.html' title='Got curled for the occasion'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-8834978132812958904</id><published>2007-04-09T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T05:14:10.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferrero Rant'/><title type='text'>Way back into  - romantic aethiesm - nah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RhonDQjyNNI/AAAAAAAAABU/8mBmiLkEpq4/s1600-h/09042007102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051392868987581650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RhonDQjyNNI/AAAAAAAAABU/8mBmiLkEpq4/s320/09042007102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what did I do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jost, Lors and Ming crashed and we had spicy tuna pasta for lunch - Jost cooked. Then we had fried chicken and ice cream, then we tried to watch The Devil Wears Prada - eventually, we decided to hit the Ukay without finishing the movie. No good finds for me today, so we just went around and shopped for pirated dvds...oooopppppssss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched Music and Lyrcis and fell in love with "Way Back into Love" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine I've been searching but I just don't see the signs I know that it's out there There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lookie, the lyrics are on the right side of my page - i was actually trying to embed the song here but I was not successful...anyhoo, I posted a link though, so if you wanna listen to it, just click on the link...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;enjoy na song guys!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-8834978132812958904?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/8834978132812958904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=8834978132812958904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/8834978132812958904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/8834978132812958904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/04/way-back-into-romantic-aethiesm-nah.html' title='Way back into  - romantic aethiesm - nah...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RhonDQjyNNI/AAAAAAAAABU/8mBmiLkEpq4/s72-c/09042007102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-2714249202671031633</id><published>2007-04-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:51:20.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paksheted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferrero Rant'/><title type='text'>You have to help me forget you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RhkkkwjyNMI/AAAAAAAAABM/kvjsRIwqCC4/s1600-h/PC211165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051108671001605314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RhkkkwjyNMI/AAAAAAAAABM/kvjsRIwqCC4/s320/PC211165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You got it, you got it bad...sorry, Usher's song is on MTV...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;anyhow, i don't know why i'm blogging...maybe because something's bothering me again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;who would have thought i'd bump into a friend today...in a really huge mall...and that good friend would ask about someone i was trying to forget...actually, i was doing great already, until today....damn! damn! damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;now i'm being punished  - hence, the birth of this entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the four-paged green document is just here, resting silently in my drawer, i am tempted to open it and read it...again...for the nth time but I'm trying not to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm sorry, but up until now, i still don't get it...somebody explain it to me!!! please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;why do you need to say you baked a dozen cakes when all you had prepared for is one cookie? lies, lies, lies...when will people stop lying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You said you'll finish what you've started...apparently, you left me hanging again...you always do...and i always let you...when will i ever learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You said you'll explain everything to me..when i get home...i was home several times...nothing happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You said you wanted to see me and i believed you...now im starting to believe that those were just words...never meant... - more of "i didn't mean to say those things - sorry, i was joking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Maybe we obsess too much over relationships we feel unfinished" - can we just finish this so that i may stop obsessing over it? trust me, it's a little bit tiring already. I tried doing it on my own, but I'm stuck...i need a little help from you...you have to help me forget you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;your pink police are everywhere!!! damn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-2714249202671031633?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/2714249202671031633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=2714249202671031633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2714249202671031633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2714249202671031633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-have-to-help-me-forget-you.html' title='You have to help me forget you...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RhkkkwjyNMI/AAAAAAAAABM/kvjsRIwqCC4/s72-c/PC211165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3259929112095323510</id><published>2007-03-25T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:32:09.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Love - My Wedding Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgYsTnnSAsI/AAAAAAAAABE/BqWQeWk5Iu0/s1600-h/wedding.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgYr4nnSArI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AK1u1DmTJms/s1600-h/my+wedding+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045768684221629106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgYr4nnSArI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AK1u1DmTJms/s320/my+wedding+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgYro3nSAqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JRJ7062Axf8/s1600-h/wedding.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If you check my summer playlist, you'll see there the song "Love" by Matt White (thanks for the song Tin) and you can actually listen to it, my palylist is now clickable...it is such a beautiful song and I have decided - this will be my offical wedding song - the song that will be played while i walk down the aisle (a more church like rendition of course :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be married on a summer month - so around march, april or may - most probably may, around 4pm. It will be a church wedding with around 50 witnessess. Immediate family and close friends. I'm not dreaming of a big and extravagant wedding. I want it to be simple and with minimal preparation - like 2 months preparation. Reception will be at the beach, with Luau, reggae and bosa playing on the background. My guests will be wearing jeans...my entourage will be wearing simple, laid back outfits that i will personally design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I will wear a wedding dress (see attached photo - something like that ;)), not a wedding gown and my husband will be wearing a tux. During the reception, i will be wearing a see-thru peasant top and shorts he will be wearing a sando and board shorts. We will have an exclusive beach party in the evening - with a bar set up near the shore, candles, matts and pillows everywhere - if im lucky enough and rich enough, ill get myself a dj to do the mix :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;we will have our honeymoon in Bali or Jeju - so there that's my ideal wedding...oh by the way, my first daughter will be named Samantha Renee nickname: Summer...she'll be the cutest baby...ok, now i should get back to reality and deal with my Abaps ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3259929112095323510?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3259929112095323510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3259929112095323510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3259929112095323510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3259929112095323510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-my-wedding-song.html' title='Love - My Wedding Song'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgYr4nnSArI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AK1u1DmTJms/s72-c/my+wedding+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-2590869973272775206</id><published>2007-03-21T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:22:48.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel good'/><title type='text'>Take it from the Spartan and the god of rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgIHz3nSApI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lEvdbKJjDR0/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044603120291807890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgIHz3nSApI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lEvdbKJjDR0/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgIHWHnSAoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/relWJS824yg/s1600-h/kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044602609190699650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgIHWHnSAoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/relWJS824yg/s320/kurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm blogging because I have this feeling that this will be another long day for me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhoo, just like when i was in college, I would write an entry by the time I wake up then write another entry before I sleep - blogging gives me a semi-peace of mind - i find comfort in writing - mmm, maybe i should write poems again...drifting...drifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I stumbled over Mabelle's blog today and read her entry where she quoted Kurt Cobain (may i just say that girls who love old school rock, rocks!!!): It is better to burn out than to fade away. Then, I had a little reflection - have I reached that stage already? Lately, I've been swamped with work. Things have been and are becoming more challenging. Sometimes, I just find myself staring into blank space - completely clueless on what I'm gonna do next - most of the time helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Last week, I was privilegded enough to watch 300 and there was a line in the movie that caught my attention. I can't remember the exact line, but this was the line that one of the Spartan warriors (see? i was paying attention to the movie, not just the abs :P) said while observing the fleet of Persians settling on the shore. One of their comrades, non-Spartan was overwhelmed with the number of Persians and was freaked out, this is when he mentioned this line - i think the gist of the line is this: i fought all my life and i have survived, but someone out there was born to kill me - and then he laughed...really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;My interpretation of the line is this: he was not intimated by the number of persian soldiers (when you're only 300 and there were like gazillions of people dying to cut your throat, you'll be pretty intimidated right?). He took the war as an oppurtunity to meet his match - the war for him, more than anything else, was a challenge. He did fade away, but he burned out before fading. He fought, he did not run away and vanish just like that. Talk about courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ok, so where am i leading you? nothing really...this is more of uplifting my spirit...Cliche as it may seem, but honestly, no one can help you but you...and just like Kurt and his baby - scream - it helps a whole damn lot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-2590869973272775206?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/2590869973272775206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=2590869973272775206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2590869973272775206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/2590869973272775206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/03/take-it-from-spartan-and-god-of-rock.html' title='Take it from the Spartan and the god of rock'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgIHz3nSApI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lEvdbKJjDR0/s72-c/IMG_3556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-7327645837694257033</id><published>2007-03-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:49:47.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrant'/><title type='text'>Randomly written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm getting myself a Nano and I'm getting out of this mess as soon as possible - or maybe not - but I'm definitely getting myself a Nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1:32 am PC time - this line just brings back something really really sad. Right, and I told myself that i'm so not gonna think about it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhow, I'm just glad that I am able to blog again. I'm planning to migrate all my entries from my other two blog accounts, hopefully this weekend. Writing a blog entry releases a lot of stress and frustrations - makes things a lot tolerable for me - blogging keeps me healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I miss the smell of paint...I really enjoyed playing with colors - what's with these random thoughts? Well maybe because i dropped by Rika's blog and saw her art works, then i remembered how i enjoyed sketching and doing all this crafty art thingy. I don't get to this anymore :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhoo, got some songs from Clai, added them to my Summer Playlist already, thanks Clai! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a quick dinner and I'll get back to something pending....aarrrrrggggghhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I hate it whenever i hear/read these:&lt;br /&gt;"d me pwede e"&lt;br /&gt;"kain muna me"&lt;br /&gt;"pagod na me"&lt;br /&gt;"uwi na kse me e"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;drop the me!!! for goodness' sake! No offense to those who are fond of using this, but please...pretty please....im begging you, do not use these when talking to me. I can't help it, but it ruins my day...irritates me terribly...the "me" doesn't work for me...I'm sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-7327645837694257033?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/7327645837694257033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=7327645837694257033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7327645837694257033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/7327645837694257033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomly-written_21.html' title='Randomly written'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-6107539219175450991</id><published>2007-03-20T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:31:27.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking the new me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgCYsHnSAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YSCnywiMlVo/s1600-h/P2171516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044199466380427858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgCYsHnSAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YSCnywiMlVo/s320/P2171516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's 10:00 am and I'm already up. In a normal day, this would have been super early, given that I report for work at 2 in the afternoon. For some reason, I had the urge to wake up and eat and get ready for another long and challenging day in the office. I slept at around 4 am early this morning - freakin early this morning. I actually was doing nothing, i just can't sleep - apparently i have turned into an insomiac-morning-person - me, the walking irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Another so-not-me revelation, I'm starting to like Laguna Beach. No offense Daene (or maybe just a little :P), but that show wasn't in my list - until last week. I have discovered that the show is real - obviously with the accent and for lack of a better term, superficiallity, - :P Anyhow, I kinda like it. Like I just find myself, like watching it and like, excited about the next episode. Like super. :P If you have noticed, my Summer Playlist (draft) is 90% from the Laguna Beach Soundtrack - just in case you didn't read that part of the blog - interesting songs there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;More - I am now taking control of my life - I'm not sure if people will take this as a good thing or as a bad omen - an omen that I'll soon be turning into a monster. Lately, I've been making decisions on my own. It's more of I'm informing as opposed to asking for permission. It's not that I don't want other people to be involved in my decision making, it's just that i have come to realize that, I'm freakin 22 and I should be making decisions for myself - or is this something I should have a done a long time ago? Anyway, I'm doing it now and there's no stopping me (whatever that means).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;In the coming days, I bet I'll be discovering a lot about the "new me" - honestly, it's kinda freakin me out. I'm not sure if this is already a sign of maturity or the other way around...LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhow, just so happy about the new blog - expect a daily update :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-6107539219175450991?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/6107539219175450991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=6107539219175450991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6107539219175450991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/6107539219175450991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/03/tracking-new-me.html' title='Tracking the new me'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I96ch0xv8vg/RgCYsHnSAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YSCnywiMlVo/s72-c/P2171516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-3747484580151697059</id><published>2007-03-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:56:27.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The Talipanan Trip - Volume 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Went to Talipanan over the weekend. I went there without my parent's consent. Bad...bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I had a blast though. Daene and I decided to pursue the "plan" only 4 days before the actual trip - so technically, it can still be considered as a "shotgun weekend getaway". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We left Manila at around 8:00 am. The ride was long and full. There was a considerable number of people who wanted to get out of the toxic-infested city and just relax.  I made them unconciously entertain me; The guy seated next to me, smelled like a bottle of uber strong perfume. I have a very sensitive nasal system so i can't help but give a couple of squints and coughs from time to time. This guy is currently working in Manila and only goes home to his family during weekends. To make an "impression" of the city life, he had to spray an entire bottle of cologne - com'on this the Scent-of-the-City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The guy seated next to him was a relatively old foreigner, who we eventually called, the 60-year-old-backpacker-dude. He had a huge backpack and a Lonely Planet book. After studying him, Daene and I came up with a story - this guy just recently retired and he didn't know what to do with his retirement pay so he decided to take a trip around the world - Galera being his first destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The couple seated in front of us works in a CSC - end of story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;By the time we reached Batangas Pier, I was ecstatic! This is going to be my first time. Daene and I bought our boat tickets and off we went to the "departure area". The area was jam-packed! There were foreigners, college students, families, Koreans on a paid-vacation (they study and they chill, how cool can that be?) and gazillions of, yes - Daene would know what i mean...I'm a meanie....I'm sorry...again, this blog will have confessions...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-3747484580151697059?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/3747484580151697059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=3747484580151697059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3747484580151697059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/3747484580151697059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/03/talipanan-trip-volume-1.html' title='The Talipanan Trip - Volume 1'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-1672375188589722259</id><published>2007-02-27T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:06:30.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hiyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 22...&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with like 20 text messages from people...someone greeted me as early as 12:02...hehe...kewleness! (thank you sa mga nag text sa aking globe number...buti na lang at buhay na ulit yung globe ko...hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga nakaalala!!!at mga humabol...hehe...thank you for greeting me teddy tan!!! naglagas pa xa...i kinda don't like what you wrote there though...it's not gonna happen...so untatan ta na na...haha!&lt;br /&gt;okie, so i turned another year older...what's next? i honestly don't know...uhm...still keeping my fingers crossed...and my nails red...yes, my nails are red...just because...&lt;br /&gt;elmo has been with me for the whole day! i just find comfort in the presence of this little monster...hehe...little red monster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://miaka_20.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/p1040612.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;red is my color this year...just because...&lt;br /&gt;uhm, what else...im a little addicted to this new song...it's called love floats? from the mcdo commercial...wala lang...so light...and carefree...and young...&lt;br /&gt;oh! another interesting thing happend today. i recieved a message from a "network provider" that i will be enjoying 5 days of unlimitted text! it's just weird coz i never registered!!! i don't know how to...anymore...hehe...uhm, anyhow, t'was just perfect...haha!&lt;br /&gt;btw,i was in iloilo last weekend. it was my lola's 81st bday and a number of people in the family are celebrating stuffs as well.&lt;br /&gt;- 3 of my cuzins are feb babies too!&lt;br /&gt;- my parent's 24th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;- my tita and my tito's birthday&lt;br /&gt;- my lola's bday&lt;br /&gt;so there, people from Manila flew to iloilo to celebrate everything!!! hehe...it was fun...here are the details of my shortest trip to iloilo...ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;3:30 am - woke up, dressed up, packed and off i went to catch my 5 am flight&lt;br /&gt;4:50 - all aboard please&lt;br /&gt;5:10 - we will be cruising at an altitude of 29,000 feet...&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - 10 minutes earlier than scheduled...clap clap clap!&lt;br /&gt;7:10 - arrived at city proper, had breakfast with Frances&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - arrived at the apartment, unloaded my micro-mini bag&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - took a nap&lt;br /&gt;11:30 - left the apartment to pick up stuffs for Nanay's birthday&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - arrived at SM city Iloilo - apparently, the place to be...hehe...had La Paz batchoy with Frances...yeahuh!!! namit!!!&lt;br /&gt;2:30 - roamed around the mall...window shopping...yeah, just windows...&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - was surprised by a tap on the shoulder...aldrich, art, pops and notchka were already there.&lt;br /&gt;4:00 - went to Piazza (im not sure if i spelled this one right..hehe)..had late snacks-early dinner with aldrich, art, pops and notchka...was able to finally get hold of elmo...&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - went back to SM city - apparently the place to be...hehe...to meet up with cuzins. Aldrich and Art were there with me, so we just stood in front of this sticker-making-stall where Art and Aldrich browsed through buy-one-take-one cards...loads of laughs there...haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;6:45 - met up with cuzins...bye bye drich and art...:(&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - home sweet home...had a really heavy dinner...food....again...yum...&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - started making Nanay's birthday give aways..&lt;br /&gt;01:00 - zzzzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Feb 25&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - Mass&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - started preparing the live video stream...haha!!! (my tito wanted to "witness" the celebration live so i tried configuring the connection and the webcam etc)&lt;br /&gt;11:30 - let's get the party started&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - had a quick nap&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - visited my lolo and my tito&lt;br /&gt;5:30 - went to my tito's unfinished house (some house...whew!)&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - had my nails painted...in red...&lt;br /&gt;08:00 - tried to go online to download the pics from saturday's late snacks-early dinner thingy...thanks for the pics drich!!!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - zzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;Feb 26 - Monday&lt;br /&gt;back to Manila...waaaaa! malamang bitin! duh!&lt;br /&gt;iloilo, c you in May...:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-1672375188589722259?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/1672375188589722259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=1672375188589722259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1672375188589722259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/1672375188589722259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/02/red-nails.html' title='Red Nails'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-9004494241783914241</id><published>2007-02-22T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:08:35.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;actually I just waited for this to happen...maybe this is your way of telling me to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;lost...hehe...alrighty then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i kinda looked at it as a sign...a sign that there is still hope...but now that it's gone, im thinking the hope is gone as well...don't you think? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;mmm...thanks though...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;anything can still happen right? but yeah, for now, im letting it go...go away...away...hehe...even just for 2 days...who knows...*wink&lt;br /&gt;mmm...I'm kinda being influenced by the "signs" again, but oh well, what should i expect? no "actuals"...no nothing...nada...zilch...nah...ahihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;syempre i'm still happy d ba? weird...this should be like a super down moment...&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll find happiness...truly...sincerely...from the deepest recesses of my red heart...wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mmm...music and lyrics...mango...Lacoste "the scent"...boardwalk...smallville...19...21...white paper...going crazy...ooopsss...don't read my blog!!! (i hope you're not reading...hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;"kse ur heart gets to see for who it truly wants" - ali, who are you? doctor love? haha! thanks ali! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;confusing huh...yeah...* wink (sleepy head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-9004494241783914241?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/9004494241783914241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=9004494241783914241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/9004494241783914241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/9004494241783914241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it...'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405805986687770391.post-4885168387505097982</id><published>2006-09-01T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:12:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bangkok Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lovely Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I never thought I would be able to reach “non-Philippine” soil this soon. Yes, I am in Bangkok. I’m in my hotel room writing this blog entry. I just had a really long bath, after a really long day. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Day 1 in Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Reached Bangkok at around 4:30 pm, Bangkok time. Flight was a little bumpy, but generally it was fine. By the time we landed, I felt this really weird type of happiness. Finally, I was outside Philippine soil. It’s not that I wanted to leave Philippines; it’s just that, I was able to travel, for free. I had my traveler’s check converted to batt. Only there and then did I realize that Thai people look exactly like Filipinos. 100% similar! I felt as if I was still in Manila, only that people are speaking a different language. I finally had my batt, and I also had my personal cash converted to batt. A Batt bill was like a play money. Relatively wider than a peso bill.We arrived at the hotel at around 5:30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We checked in and went immediately to our respective hotel rooms. I was amazed by the beauty of my hotel room. It has a queen sized bed (looked back and counted the pillows), with 7 giant pillows and white comforter. The room comes with a flat screen TV, a mini-bar complete with chocolates and drinks, an office space, 2 phones, a centralized lighting and temperature control system, a huge sophisticated bathroom complete with a tub and a shower room with glass walls (mmm…) ,talk about a luxurious stay.At around 7:30 pm, we went out to meet some of our colleagues who are staying at a different hotel. We took an MRT and we were able to arrive there within minutes. I was able to meet my clients personally. These are the people I’ll be working with for as long as I am in my row. They were really a bunch of interesting personalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We decided to have dinner at a Thai restaurant, just a 10 minute walk from their hotel. Let me say I’m not a fan of spicy food, but because I’m in Thailand, I had no choice but to order Thai food. We ordered a feast, and guess what? I was able to finish my 100% spicy meal (with the help of an ice cold coke and 2 bottles of ice cold water)! Everything was extraordinarily delicious!We had desert at the Emporium Mall. I had, I forgot what its called, but it was just 15Batt, around 20 php.We went back to our hotel at around 11 pm. I was so tired. I took a quick shower and jumped off to bed. I had a really good sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Day 2 in Bangkok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Woke up at around 7:30 am, BKK time, had a quick shower and off I went (didn’t have breakfast for we were running late). We met up with our colleagues and off we went to the P&amp;G Bangkok Plant. It was a 1 hour trip from the hotel. It was my first time to actually see and be in a P&amp;amp;G plant. After proper security measures were done, we were finally allowed to get in the plant. It was a typical looking plant. Huge, smells like shampoo, lotsa people, lotsa boxes, lotsa liquids and all the other stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We started the training at around 10 am and finished the first half at around 12. After which, we had another festive lunch. Thai soup is really amazing. Everything tastes wonderful!We left the plant at around 5:30 pm, dropped off at Emporium and off we went to MBK shopping center. May I just say, MBK shopping center was a bargain heaven! So many shoes, bags, clothes and a lot lot more. Everything at very reasonable prices, relatively cheaper than how they are priced in the Philippines. I decided not to do my shopping yet for 2 hours are not enough. I need at least 5. I so want to share something, but I won’t. I still have to check if “someone” has access to this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Day 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;woke up early for the training...the plant is an hour away from the city so we have to be really early. the training went well. as usual, we had a really good lunch. hehe...we did a plant tour and i saw how things are produced...its pretty amazing 'coz i had this picture in my mind of how an actual plant looks like, and i was not disappointed. it was amazing! i had industrial chemistry in higschool and we were taught of how processes are done in plants. the picture was successfully painted! it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Day4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;went home early for we were so tired. we had dinner at McDo (personally, i had enough pf lemon grass and all the other natural stuffs already that i decided to eat some not so natural stuffs). they have no rice, so i settled for a burger, go-big-time (take that go big-time literally!) fries and drinks and chicken nuggets!after a wonderful meal, we went back to the hotel, i checked my mail and did some work related stuffs. after an hour, my teammate and his friend dropped by and we went out. we went to this really beautiful place. its a bar in a hotel on the 52nd floor. what's amazing about it is that the area overlooks the entire Bangkok city. you'll see the buildings and the highways, it was so fetch!there's this area in the bar where the floor is made of glass and beneath it is water, so, youre like walking on water. there are tables and chairs which are made of glass nad it was just so scary to sit on them coz they might break, so i just took a picture...hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Had dinner at foodpark. before you go inside, you will be handed a card. there are food choices on the sides and its up to you to decide where you want to eat. it is comparable to a foodcourt, only posh. whenever you buy something, you just hand them the card and they will charge your food to that card, after you eat you present the card at the cashier and pay there. kewlness!went back to the hotel, for i had meeting at 10...and just like any other day, had to work till 3 am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405805986687770391-4885168387505097982?l=edellness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/feeds/4885168387505097982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405805986687770391&amp;postID=4885168387505097982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4885168387505097982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405805986687770391/posts/default/4885168387505097982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edellness.blogspot.com/2006/09/bangkok-experience.html' title='The Bangkok Experience'/><author><name>edellgurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10901977573511222404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
