<?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-8067024328490133415</id><updated>2012-02-08T19:48:10.267+08:00</updated><category term='wishful thinkin&apos;'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='moments'/><category term='babies'/><category term='songs'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='everyday blessings'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Clyde'/><category term='apprehensions'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='year ender'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='love life'/><category term='praise and worship :)'/><category term='bee'/><category term='letting go&apos;s'/><category term='lovelife'/><category term='achievement'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='summer'/><category term='memories'/><category term='journal'/><category term='worries'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='sweet little friendship'/><category term='post from my old blogs... memories'/><category term='work'/><category term='sister'/><category term='two-gether moments'/><category term='sunday&apos;s best...'/><category term='drama in life'/><category term='friends'/><category term='heartbreaking'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='la la la la la la'/><category term='belated bday post for mama'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='studies'/><category term='2010'/><category term='just another day ramblings'/><category term='movie'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='blah blah moments'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='oh love'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='career'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='monthsaries'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='easter sunday'/><category term='love'/><category term='love oh love'/><category term='tomorrow'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='chloey'/><category term='worries..'/><title type='text'>mia bella vita</title><subtitle type='html'>mia bella vita</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2592656447079146133</id><published>2012-02-08T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:38:21.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>nostalgic flickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2vPnR-fEWM/TzJdpW6YKgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_oYD1xgSIjc/s1600/rainy-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2vPnR-fEWM/TzJdpW6YKgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_oYD1xgSIjc/s320/rainy-day.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It’s raining&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;now and it reminds me so much of my youngerdays back in Bukidnon where life revolves around our small community. Happinesscomes in the most simple day to day surprises wrap in simple packages. I misshearing the rhythm of the falling rain; miss how my toes get wet from mysoaking socks due to the small hole on my school shoes and how I complain tomama that I should buy a new pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hJVGvksdAQ/TzJdv_IvBGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GkVnvmSWxig/s1600/girl+brella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hJVGvksdAQ/TzJdv_IvBGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GkVnvmSWxig/s320/girl+brella.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I miss the smell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of my old crayonsand the kind of familiarity every time I get to flip the old pages of my books.On some days when there’s not much to do, my friend and I would bring a mat andsat under the tree and read books and munch on potato chips. I miss the soundsof the croaking frogs, the crickets and I miss gazing at the moon and stars upabove the skies, of the countless peaceful twilights and night falls spentdreaming of the outside world, wishing to be part of the busy city life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--43jK8K-tnA/TzJd6Guw_JI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RG72PbKwYvY/s1600/windowrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--43jK8K-tnA/TzJd6Guw_JI/AAAAAAAAAuA/RG72PbKwYvY/s320/windowrain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I look back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and picture my oldself… I love my simple, laid-back life before and whenever I feel the dailystressors in life sucking out the life in me, I just have to close my eyes anddream about…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the falling rain, moon and stars,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;scent of old&amp;nbsp; treasured memories, of night falls and twilights..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and of how life used to be.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2592656447079146133?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2592656447079146133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2592656447079146133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2012/02/nostalgic-flickers.html' title='nostalgic flickers'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2vPnR-fEWM/TzJdpW6YKgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_oYD1xgSIjc/s72-c/rainy-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6187728409784179984</id><published>2012-02-05T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:48:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relaxing saturday :)</title><content type='html'>It’s almost the end of the school year. Days went by so fast that sometimes I think I have to sprint so that I could catch up with the daily demands of life and the beating of deadlines.As I woke up this morning, I did not feel to rush out my day. A typical Saturday for me is usually spent at school attending classes and doing researches at the library. This second half though only requires us to have in-depth interviews so mostly I am out on the field doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtDk0lLoy8A/Ty3aNo9-hEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/I8I4wsFP63E/s1600/lazy+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtDk0lLoy8A/Ty3aNo9-hEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/I8I4wsFP63E/s320/lazy+day.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today, I don't feel like doing anything. I was being sluggish and I just want to take my time doing the things I love. I woke up quite late, ate my breakfast then crawled back to bed thinking and dreaming of happy thoughts. Then, I decided to clean up to make my room spic and span. I turned on my lappy and read the news, checked my mails &amp;amp; social networking accounts and browsed through some informative articles. I was lazy to cook for lunch so I had the oatmeal pre-heated then spent the rest of the time going through some articles and some cool blogs to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After lunch, I had my siesta and woke up to text Bee if the afternoon game @ Xavier Estates will push through. When he said yes, I jumped out of bed and had a quick shower. I sported on my brown Plains and Prints jumpsuit and matched it with my red suede Melissa flats then I’m off to meet Bee in Divi since we were running late for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyhoo, Bee’s team won the game. Yey !After the game, Bee and I went to Kuya Chito’s birthday dinner. Bee’s family was there except for his Mom.  Ate Robie and I got the chance to talk regarding her pregnancy, love life and everything else in between. To cap off the day, Bee and I went to La Cabana for a relaxing foot massage. Indeed, it was a cool, great and relaxing day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9APe-2hg_Y/Ty1wi43auHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Q28TQ1Y_ops/s1600/a1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9APe-2hg_Y/Ty1wi43auHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Q28TQ1Y_ops/s320/a1.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6187728409784179984?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6187728409784179984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6187728409784179984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2012/02/relaxing-saturday.html' title='relaxing saturday :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtDk0lLoy8A/Ty3aNo9-hEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/I8I4wsFP63E/s72-c/lazy+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1314445213212660108</id><published>2012-01-02T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:37:03.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, 2011…  Welcome 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a0C7crZDsA/Ty3c78IYjcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8S5xr6fihpU/s1600/welcome+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a0C7crZDsA/Ty3c78IYjcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8S5xr6fihpU/s320/welcome+2012.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, 2011…  Welcome 2012Lovelife – 2011 was a challenging year for me and Clyde. Our relationship was really tested and we were almost on the verge of giving it up. But I reckon true love has its own way of making things possible for us. Every challenge makes us even stronger and braver and now I can really say that we brave the “storms” in our relationship fairly well. Our great love for each other coupled with our deep faith in God really helped us to where we are now.  I thank Clyde for showing me everything I have hoped for in a relationship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Career- It’s been really awesome being a preschool teacher.  I’ve been a preschool teacher for 5 years already and a year and a half of it was in Bangkok. I had the most wonderful time teaching in an international school. The various experiences I had there has taught me a lot in dealing with different people especially that the faculty line up comprised of different nationalities.     Dealing with different nationalities in the faculty taught me a lot to respect each other’s culture and individuality. Being a Nursery teacher there was truly a very wonderful experience. I was able to unleash my artistic side since every day we had arts and crafts so I need to prepare something different and relevant to whatever is the topic. Being with my American partner, Gera B. was truly enriching since we both learn from each other. She’s been a great partner and I truly miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G_98pUY6qA/Ty3dKm2hGII/AAAAAAAAAto/cPAbc15_vz8/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G_98pUY6qA/Ty3dKm2hGII/AAAAAAAAAto/cPAbc15_vz8/s320/aaa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2011 was also my third year teaching pre-schoolers in Saint Mary’s School. I taught Nursery kids on my first year and last year and this year, I am handling kinder 2. The fondness and great love I have for young children are two of the many elements that make me a happy and effective preschool teacher.I am done with my Masters Degree last March and proud to say that I finished my thesis with 1.25 as my grade. I am thankful to all my professors for I truly had a wonderful journey with them. I would also like to thank my mentor, Dr.  Florecilla Cinches for sharing her expertise with me. Her constant oasis of ideas exceptionally inspires and enriches my growth as a student and a researcher. I am truly grateful for my parents for the undying love and support they have shown me all throughout the years and of course for believing in me and in all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last semester, I enrolled in one of the doctoral programs offered in Xavier University.  I look forward in attending my Saturday classes because I find it very enriching to exchange and share ideas with my collegues. It also boosts up my self-confidence in speaking in front of the crowd and I know it would open up to new and exciting opportunities later on.I look forward in finishing what I have started. I set to finish my doctoral studies before I turn 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the prodding and encouragement I got from my brother and with the love and support from my family, friends and my love then I know I will be able to fulfil my dreams.This 2011, Papa turned 60! – In as much as I would want all of us to be together on that very special day, I know it would be impossible for my other two siblings to go home considering the airfare and other obligations. But my sister and her hubby were very kind to send dinero for lechon and my brother went his way to write a very inspiring birthday letter for my father. My other brother and I were the only ones left in the country so we were there to celebrate it with him and mama. We had a simple family dinner and we had our parish priest as our guest.I have so many things to be thankful for in year 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I especially thank God for keeping my family safe, for good health and for the love that is…. unconditional and unlimited. Thank You dear God for everything!Bye 2011, hello 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1314445213212660108?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1314445213212660108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1314445213212660108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-2011-welcome-2012.html' title='Thank you, 2011…  Welcome 2012'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9a0C7crZDsA/Ty3c78IYjcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8S5xr6fihpU/s72-c/welcome+2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4931990413221319739</id><published>2011-09-10T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:16:27.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77yYihyUQY0/TmsbH_hQdVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0cNW8U3vEZo/s1600/contentment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77yYihyUQY0/TmsbH_hQdVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0cNW8U3vEZo/s320/contentment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello blogosphere! It’s nice to be back again after a very long time. I have so many things to share for the past few days/ weeks but I never have the chance to stay glued on my LP screen. Lately, I’ve been trying to weigh and figure things out for myself on the direction of my career. I want to see myself on a different level now that I am done with my Masters degree. I plan to further my studies and start next semester with another degree but on the other hand, I still want to enjoy being free from all requirements and stuff. Along with that is the decision to teach preschool or college and right now, I am still torn on which path to choose.I am enjoying and having so much fun teaching preschoolers. Their world is totally different and each day is a new adventure to explore together. The joy of being a preschool teacher is really different. I feel very young, alive and very much enthusiastic. Although I am not earning that much, I still get to pamper myself with spas and massages (thank u bee, hehehe!), pedi-mani time, pay my phone bill, buy some new stuff for myself, eat and dine out with friends and still very proud of myself for stashing off a portion of my earnings in my savings. I am not the spendthrift type and I don’t usually spend my money profusely buying things that will just add clutter to my space. Or maybe it’s because my father is so frugal and that he always reminds us to save for the rainy days. Once, I told my brother I want to get myself a new phone. Then he asked me, for what? when you still have your phone that can still send and receive text messages. I told him I got my Nokia Jurassic phone three years ago and I just need to get a new one. But all my siblings told me it’s not that practical and that I should buy things that are far more important. But I still got what I want only because of the amazing Globe great deals. I got to choose my own phone, my own unli and can still boost it up with add-ons. So, I got myself a Blackberry phone and Bee got himself Android and we went home giggling like little kids having new toys. Nevertheless, I still know when to spend my money and I get sad when I slash off a portion of my salary to buy a new stuff. But on the other hand, I know the importance of rewarding myself for the hard work I’ve done.  These days money is stretched in so many ways and directions and there are times when I don’t know if it will stretch far enough.Good thing is that I am making it a habit to tuck away a great portion of my salary to my savings. I thank Bee for helping me how to save my money and the book (Rich Dad and Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki) which he let me borrowed helps me a lot.I believe that contentment is the ultimate key to happiness. For now, I am enjoying simple pleasures in life and the time that I get to spend with my family is the kind of joy that money cannot buy.  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4inORAB1j1Q/Tmsa8A8Y7nI/AAAAAAAAAqs/lF2mz0BjW2M/s1600/ccccccccccc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4inORAB1j1Q/Tmsa8A8Y7nI/AAAAAAAAAqs/lF2mz0BjW2M/s320/ccccccccccc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4931990413221319739?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4931990413221319739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4931990413221319739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77yYihyUQY0/TmsbH_hQdVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0cNW8U3vEZo/s72-c/contentment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><georss:featurename>Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.879721 121.774017</georss:point><georss:box>4.98013 111.666595 20.779312 131.881439</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8940932353576436446</id><published>2011-07-15T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T12:04:01.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love.. love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2sb4rjP9u0/TiJe-6IyYtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fBF9-F0CnFs/s1600/a9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2sb4rjP9u0/TiJe-6IyYtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fBF9-F0CnFs/s320/a9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166919017554642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HF05j5Q4Uu0/TiJe-79gbmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gfbNUsylV0E/s1600/a7.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/-HF05j5Q4Uu0/TiJe-79gbmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/gfbNUsylV0E/s320/a7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166919507111522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jN7DF6qiWzI/TiJe-uFf_bI/AAAAAAAAAqU/e7jURlUSFgo/s1600/a4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jN7DF6qiWzI/TiJe-uFf_bI/AAAAAAAAAqU/e7jURlUSFgo/s320/a4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166915782540722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7D9h6Iv-A/TiJe-vYH9gI/AAAAAAAAAqM/zkiVnyA9tjA/s1600/a3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7D9h6Iv-A/TiJe-vYH9gI/AAAAAAAAAqM/zkiVnyA9tjA/s320/a3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166916129093122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnZBaF8ZAWE/TiJe-aysISI/AAAAAAAAAqE/niUHAW7bnTM/s1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnZBaF8ZAWE/TiJe-aysISI/AAAAAAAAAqE/niUHAW7bnTM/s320/a2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630166910603370786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOYKLex046Q/TiA4KTAuAWI/AAAAAAAAAps/YOxo8q794uE/s1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOYKLex046Q/TiA4KTAuAWI/AAAAAAAAAps/YOxo8q794uE/s320/a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629561283766255970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much bee for the surprise bouquet of red roses and the amazing mug which shows our photos when the water is hot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8940932353576436446?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8940932353576436446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8940932353576436446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-love.html' title='love.. love...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2sb4rjP9u0/TiJe-6IyYtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fBF9-F0CnFs/s72-c/a9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6180139609301235380</id><published>2011-06-28T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:15:39.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>my sibs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UG_eK_4XqLg/Tgm3AUa0dxI/AAAAAAAAApk/KrkgBmqSwws/s1600/33588_451572017944_729382944_5381289_7637188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UG_eK_4XqLg/Tgm3AUa0dxI/AAAAAAAAApk/KrkgBmqSwws/s320/33588_451572017944_729382944_5381289_7637188_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623226825857857298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. -C.O-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6180139609301235380?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6180139609301235380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6180139609301235380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sibs.html' title='my sibs :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UG_eK_4XqLg/Tgm3AUa0dxI/AAAAAAAAApk/KrkgBmqSwws/s72-c/33588_451572017944_729382944_5381289_7637188_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4196547139178811499</id><published>2011-06-26T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:49:49.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my dearest sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZC8z8T653U/TgaeLwpdluI/AAAAAAAAApc/xOPvKlg1kag/s1600/4BCBB7BD-9866-4A19-ADE6-8FC3FB6AECD0%2B%25284%2529.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZC8z8T653U/TgaeLwpdluI/AAAAAAAAApc/xOPvKlg1kag/s320/4BCBB7BD-9866-4A19-ADE6-8FC3FB6AECD0%2B%25284%2529.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622355109693200098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbIFotELl8E/TgaeLpnJDZI/AAAAAAAAApU/bLjSn-gC-7M/s1600/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbIFotELl8E/TgaeLpnJDZI/AAAAAAAAApU/bLjSn-gC-7M/s320/a5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622355107804417426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-612Ixux3DTw/TgaeLZF-ZbI/AAAAAAAAApM/kcRz9idTjXw/s1600/adadada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-612Ixux3DTw/TgaeLZF-ZbI/AAAAAAAAApM/kcRz9idTjXw/s320/adadada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622355103370339762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHTqhG9lFRc/TgaeLO2SRbI/AAAAAAAAApE/_tRrYqdlPgU/s1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHTqhG9lFRc/TgaeLO2SRbI/AAAAAAAAApE/_tRrYqdlPgU/s320/a3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622355100620178866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.  ~Isadora James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the 29th birthday of my one and only sister. I practically grow up with her and through the years she has seen me on my worst and on my best. Tears would welled up in her eyes whenever  she sees me hurting and she would always tell me that there will always be better times for me for we both know that I am prone to heartaches and that I tend to draw back whenever things are not going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I carried a heavy burden in my heart and right then and there, she helped me get through with it and she truly understood the situation well without being judgemental. I would have been lost without her. I owe my sister so much and I’d say this now that I would do anything for my sister. No matter what the cost.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 29th birthday my sister dear! Wishing you all the wonderful things in life and yes, a baby this year or next year will really make all of us happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4196547139178811499?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4196547139178811499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4196547139178811499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-dearest-sister.html' title='my dearest sister'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZC8z8T653U/TgaeLwpdluI/AAAAAAAAApc/xOPvKlg1kag/s72-c/4BCBB7BD-9866-4A19-ADE6-8FC3FB6AECD0%2B%25284%2529.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6875853657027775271</id><published>2011-06-15T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:56:42.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>3 years of blogging... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKbuWbENOzc/TfiAxkelsAI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jrOLv0KIZtA/s1600/zzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKbuWbENOzc/TfiAxkelsAI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jrOLv0KIZtA/s320/zzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618382124238614530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3 years of blogging to me! I know that I haven’t posted lately but I will try my best to write at least one or twice a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great! Although I must admit that the road I'm traversing right now is not at all smooth but Iam just so happy and blessed to be surrounded by loving and supportive family, friends and Bee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6875853657027775271?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6875853657027775271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6875853657027775271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='3 years of blogging... :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKbuWbENOzc/TfiAxkelsAI/AAAAAAAAAo8/jrOLv0KIZtA/s72-c/zzzzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3780931031379891491</id><published>2011-05-17T11:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:14:12.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post from my old blogs... memories'/><title type='text'>SPLASH!  old post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxgbMPetUXo/TdHn_r5Zb2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/NcJUjj-yTbM/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&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/-kxgbMPetUXo/TdHn_r5Zb2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/NcJUjj-yTbM/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607518092354219874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Qai7SM0Vs/TdHndWjMzjI/AAAAAAAAAog/RhHV15a-sZ0/s1600/k1.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/-i-Qai7SM0Vs/TdHndWjMzjI/AAAAAAAAAog/RhHV15a-sZ0/s320/k1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517502508420658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPUJ0qEiCcU/TdHndcdWi3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/JSW8BXBPRVc/s1600/k2.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/-vPUJ0qEiCcU/TdHndcdWi3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/JSW8BXBPRVc/s320/k2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517504094505842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EvdbYCkXS4/TdHndFWG_II/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VHlIl6o3Mgc/s1600/k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EvdbYCkXS4/TdHndFWG_II/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VHlIl6o3Mgc/s320/k3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517497890110594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun today playing water gun with kids and friends. Since it's a tradition in Thailand to celebrate the Thai New Year/ water festival by splashing water or getting wet, the Pre-school department decided to have this fun activity. We also painted our faces as well. Yesterday, I went to Big C and got myself floral shirt, water gun and yellow slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pk-1 kids painted the Easter hunt eggs yesterday and T. Tina and I made little baskets for them to put the eggs. Twas so cute…. :) There were lots of activities in school and i had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will have the time of my life. Got a 1 week break for the Sungkran Festival so I decided to travel around- probably get into a train and choo choo away to Chang Mai or continue our other plans for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that it's friggin' hot and the idea of going to the beach is like…the last thing on my mind—for now. I like to travel a lot. It's like one fun crazy adventure one should not miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 05, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3780931031379891491?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3780931031379891491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3780931031379891491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/splash-old-post.html' title='SPLASH!  old post'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxgbMPetUXo/TdHn_r5Zb2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/NcJUjj-yTbM/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5918523878445838414</id><published>2011-05-15T07:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:27:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnksGQeBuM/Tc8PYXv6U1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/JByaAFF0l8k/s1600/abangkok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnksGQeBuM/Tc8PYXv6U1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/JByaAFF0l8k/s320/abangkok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606716972465804114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/35144716/0/478832623"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/61/74/35144716/0_478832623l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journal I wrote 4 years ago and i happen to browse it today in archives. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;April 10, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (1)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jumper came in early for our trip to Ayutthaya. It's a place where  the ancient temples, shrine and Buddhas are located. It's so funny because I have this notion before that Buddhas are those fat, smiling figurines. (just like those figurines we have  back at home and I used to drop coins inside it)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  So, Jumper, Jim, Maya and I took a cab to Hua Lampong (whatever is the spelling) and I insisted on riding a steam train-- the old kind of train.  I just have this fascination of old, dusty train just like in old movies. But of course I had to take what's available.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   After an hour or 2, we finally arrived in  Ayutthaya and then we rode in a Tuk-tuk, paid the driver 200Bhat per hour and toured around the city. Our 1st stop was in Wat Yai Chaimongkhun (The great Temple of Auspicious Victory) and I got to see the reclining Buddha covered with gold linen/cloth. It was gigantic-- I reckon it's one of the biggest Buddhas in that area. And from the inside of Wat Yai are more shrines, temples, Buddhas and monks. (monks-- they reminded me of my Benedictine monk uncle who died years ago)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Then, we went to Pang Chang Ayothaya. In there, you can ride on an elephant and have the chance to walk along the river, see and touch the ancient place, relics and antique items that are in that area for approximately 600 years.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't able to do that because we were pressed of time and had to catch the 1:05 train for Bangkok. Back in the city, Maya, Jumper and I made our way to the nearest Major Cinema and watched Primeval. That movie--  it totally bored me death. The story line is so predictable.  But still I want to go in Africa and do some nature trekking and experience Wild LIFE, nah?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  J wasn't able to join with us since he has to do some groceries. His g.f will stay with him here and probably live together in the same roof. I don't have any qualms re: that and who cares, anyway? I don't want to think too "jurrasic" on this issue. That I call a "trial and error" partnership. If it works out, well and good but if it will not then go grab another partner. haha! But yeah, I still believe in marraige, fidelity, trust and life-long commitments. Sometimes, when you are exposed in different situations, you get a lil bit screwed up with morality issues, nah? so much for that...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Since am the youngest in the brood, Im more of a risk-taker. i want adventure and risky chances. Its in me to break loose from being earthbound. spread my wings and fly..fly..fly.. I have this sudden burst of excitement whenever I came across something new- like ancient cities, wild-life, crocs and the like. But its also in me to simply enjoy simple pleasures in life.  Always capture the moment. Seize the day. Carpe Diem!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I read somwhere in a book that North American Indians are not just dancing about the rain but they themselves are raining. "THEY ARE RAINING." Just like we are not just observing spring, but we are spring. While Anthropologist call this "participatory mana", the Indians.....and I call this the WAY OF LIFE. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went to  Rumrudee church this afternoon and after that the priest gave each one of us an easter egg. (for blessing)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter and Happy Easter egg hunting... :) Its Spring break so no class for a week. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;                                     **end**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The journal I wrote 4 years ago and i happen to browse it today in archives. &lt;br /&gt;nb: mya, those were the days with you, Jumper &amp; Dara. :) happy easter.. from Philippines to Panama..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5918523878445838414?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5918523878445838414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5918523878445838414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='journal 2007'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnksGQeBuM/Tc8PYXv6U1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/JByaAFF0l8k/s72-c/abangkok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6049854381853299191</id><published>2011-05-11T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T18:45:32.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fitflops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YxSf6JmItI/TcpoIqT2GPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lwJ4qVPyqdk/s1600/fit-flops-colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 71px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YxSf6JmItI/TcpoIqT2GPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lwJ4qVPyqdk/s320/fit-flops-colors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605407184221772018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to your mom Bee for the nice fitflops she gave me. :) can't find the exact color in google. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6049854381853299191?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6049854381853299191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6049854381853299191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/05/fitflops.html' title='fitflops'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YxSf6JmItI/TcpoIqT2GPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/lwJ4qVPyqdk/s72-c/fit-flops-colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5218302361032327463</id><published>2011-04-24T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:13:51.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter sunday, everyone! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiTopTXP71s/TbQT2VNht-I/AAAAAAAAAno/A4K4zwijRqo/s1600/easter%2Bhunt%2Beggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiTopTXP71s/TbQT2VNht-I/AAAAAAAAAno/A4K4zwijRqo/s320/easter%2Bhunt%2Beggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599122060856113122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5218302361032327463?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5218302361032327463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5218302361032327463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter-sunday-everyone.html' title='happy easter sunday, everyone! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiTopTXP71s/TbQT2VNht-I/AAAAAAAAAno/A4K4zwijRqo/s72-c/easter%2Bhunt%2Beggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6594210604981667477</id><published>2011-04-24T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:08:01.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter sunday'/><title type='text'>Easter Sunday thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYRXVZPkWfM/TbQR_N-GYbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gXten-S2Vdc/s1600/rosary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYRXVZPkWfM/TbQR_N-GYbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gXten-S2Vdc/s320/rosary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599120014507925938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Easter Sunday special, I prayed the rosary inside my room and I kind of said to myself that I will try my very best to do it every day. Bee gave me a rosary and I had it blessed in our church during the holy week. I really felt good after praying and it’s something I would want to do every waking day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Palm Sunday which was also my birthday, Bee and I went to church together and had a simple lunch together with my family.  He gave me a silver bottled nose dolphin necklace and I super love it because I am fond of dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tita L and I had a very good talk. She’s one person whom I can really rely on and I can easily open up to her without being judged.  I am so happy to hear her stories about reconciling and accepting the past of the person you choose to love. I know that some issues are still left hanging in the air but I know that Bee is trying his best to put an end to that “issue” and I do hope we can both attain peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked my mail archive and smiled to myself as I read the post/ journal I wrote 4 years ago. I will try to post it here too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s all for now.  Happy Easter to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6594210604981667477?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6594210604981667477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6594210604981667477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday-thoughts.html' title='Easter Sunday thoughts'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYRXVZPkWfM/TbQR_N-GYbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/gXten-S2Vdc/s72-c/rosary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-198579763269606443</id><published>2011-04-22T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:10:21.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Holy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wFxOPx-NwI/TbEpuk6_B_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0_PeLoSfvEk/s1600/forgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wFxOPx-NwI/TbEpuk6_B_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0_PeLoSfvEk/s320/forgive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598301691960035314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This Holy Week, I want to center on forgiveness and acceptance. I want to reflect on it since two months ago, I encountered one of the most trying times of my life. I was in the throes of finally giving up everything and picking up the lost pieces to start a new. It is not easy when reality and truth hits you right in front of your face. It is not easy when you feel like your life is hanging on a thin thread. And it’s not easy when you find out some untoward things on the person you love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But who I am to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No matter what a man’s past may have been, his future is spotless.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-198579763269606443?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/198579763269606443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/198579763269606443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wFxOPx-NwI/TbEpuk6_B_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0_PeLoSfvEk/s72-c/forgive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3980104307096757790</id><published>2011-04-17T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:31:17.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my 27th! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKrxa7UDwP0/TarBYxHmuoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/i6jKzcn30EM/s1600/b2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKrxa7UDwP0/TarBYxHmuoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/i6jKzcn30EM/s320/b2223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596498118207519362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKDEHUBiUZU/Taq7o-6-1_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/7y_27LrMJ8A/s1600/bbbbbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKDEHUBiUZU/Taq7o-6-1_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/7y_27LrMJ8A/s320/bbbbbbb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596491799720810482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYlkUdJROYY/Taq4ofyj6zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HMPodKQSQZY/s1600/zzz23.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/-sYlkUdJROYY/Taq4ofyj6zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HMPodKQSQZY/s320/zzz23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596488492829109042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZTSZPSHQM/Taq4oLKqD3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mwAozprfbyQ/s1600/zzz3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZTSZPSHQM/Taq4oLKqD3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mwAozprfbyQ/s320/zzz3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596488487293030258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGnMQU4_ipY/Taq4nzYgGDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/dNJgr4N-3Ww/s1600/zzz14.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/-bGnMQU4_ipY/Taq4nzYgGDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/dNJgr4N-3Ww/s320/zzz14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596488480908646450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 27th birthday, Bee got me a bottled nose dolphin necklace. Bottled nose dolphin is my favorite sea animal. It is gentle, calm, warm and friendly. Thank you Bee! You never fail to surprise me. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3980104307096757790?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3980104307096757790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3980104307096757790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-27th.html' title='my 27th! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKrxa7UDwP0/TarBYxHmuoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/i6jKzcn30EM/s72-c/b2223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8164472259681644500</id><published>2011-04-14T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:34:03.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>summer fun activity :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFVF1rlOoQ/TaZqxmTCjkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/g5zEGJjV4Z4/s1600/z2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFVF1rlOoQ/TaZqxmTCjkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/g5zEGJjV4Z4/s320/z2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595276987380960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8r_zEC1SlD0/TaZqxWGJCWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VK8Bc1254Ps/s1600/z1.JPG"&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/-8r_zEC1SlD0/TaZqxWGJCWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VK8Bc1254Ps/s320/z1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595276983031892322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq6EvDr_1PE/TaZqxdMVXDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vpU1rTwT_iw/s1600/z15.JPG"&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/-sq6EvDr_1PE/TaZqxdMVXDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vpU1rTwT_iw/s320/z15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595276984936913970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDztqoTNQHY/TaZqxF4ZD2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/X1Vdc-Ncf-U/s1600/z17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDztqoTNQHY/TaZqxF4ZD2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/X1Vdc-Ncf-U/s320/z17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595276978679254882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XT6Th0kCipY/TaZqw0F3iNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zgl_1zkmBKg/s1600/z19.JPG"&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/-XT6Th0kCipY/TaZqw0F3iNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zgl_1zkmBKg/s320/z19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595276973903939794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8164472259681644500?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8164472259681644500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8164472259681644500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-fun-activity.html' title='summer fun activity :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFVF1rlOoQ/TaZqxmTCjkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/g5zEGJjV4Z4/s72-c/z2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4885156010739607514</id><published>2011-04-11T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:36:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO6zeMxh-NU/TaLLY2cutjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zgHWqB6PLF8/s1600/z14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO6zeMxh-NU/TaLLY2cutjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zgHWqB6PLF8/s320/z14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594257314940892722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE307Aaxvh8/TaLLYYo4VSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zSXB3DQEo7U/s1600/z14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE307Aaxvh8/TaLLYYo4VSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zSXB3DQEo7U/s320/z14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594257306938791202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZlmJ4Rwpcw/TaLLYAHynNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/hUeha9nfLFc/s1600/z8.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/-1ZlmJ4Rwpcw/TaLLYAHynNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/hUeha9nfLFc/s320/z8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594257300357553362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huV2bUXS_gM/TaLLYMrS4cI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ag-o8A-9dM/s1600/z3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huV2bUXS_gM/TaLLYMrS4cI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ag-o8A-9dM/s320/z3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594257303727694274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4885156010739607514?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4885156010739607514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4885156010739607514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO6zeMxh-NU/TaLLY2cutjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zgHWqB6PLF8/s72-c/z14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-446116616798657640</id><published>2011-04-07T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:35:06.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJE8HrXf-a0/TZ2u1Jd2nLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-IuZCqdNsbg/s1600/shades1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJE8HrXf-a0/TZ2u1Jd2nLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-IuZCqdNsbg/s320/shades1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592818540361456818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xG_iGLV_jjc/TZ2u03HbaFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/bloMvT6RyrI/s1600/clyde3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xG_iGLV_jjc/TZ2u03HbaFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/bloMvT6RyrI/s320/clyde3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592818535435561042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Tn8IZnpSU/TZ2u0gaANmI/AAAAAAAAAlI/qvHCJ-KHny4/s1600/clyde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Tn8IZnpSU/TZ2u0gaANmI/AAAAAAAAAlI/qvHCJ-KHny4/s320/clyde2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592818529339455074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day Bee bought sunglasses for the both of us. The other photo was on the way to Davao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-446116616798657640?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/446116616798657640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/446116616798657640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJE8HrXf-a0/TZ2u1Jd2nLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-IuZCqdNsbg/s72-c/shades1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5482564705259050671</id><published>2011-04-07T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:17:03.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievement'/><title type='text'>M.A. grad :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7FaZWw6GMk/TZ2qVi7PJRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rZBZ5qaIpoY/s1600/ivy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7FaZWw6GMk/TZ2qVi7PJRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rZBZ5qaIpoY/s320/ivy3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592813599393260818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-km0iuxd-L3Q/TZ2qVQ0VtSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QKN9cDDWqcI/s1600/ivy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-km0iuxd-L3Q/TZ2qVQ0VtSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QKN9cDDWqcI/s320/ivy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592813594532492578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG-OCE7KySM/TZ2qVQiRxfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GooPoYBbtSY/s1600/ivy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG-OCE7KySM/TZ2qVQiRxfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GooPoYBbtSY/s320/ivy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592813594456737266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it! I thank my family for their love and support. I also thank Clyde for helping me with my data and of course for encouragement, inspiration and unflagging love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5482564705259050671?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5482564705259050671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5482564705259050671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/ma-grad.html' title='M.A. grad :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7FaZWw6GMk/TZ2qVi7PJRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rZBZ5qaIpoY/s72-c/ivy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3919691644960199019</id><published>2011-03-31T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:48:43.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two-gether moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>happy sunday... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvFV7sAg0Aw/TZRb4cpKG-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/EaQr9Dm-W6E/s1600/zzzzooking222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvFV7sAg0Aw/TZRb4cpKG-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/EaQr9Dm-W6E/s320/zzzzooking222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590194062793251810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKAee7eZ_j0/TZRb4Mss4mI/AAAAAAAAAj4/npohRVrxyVc/s1600/zzzookinng12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKAee7eZ_j0/TZRb4Mss4mI/AAAAAAAAAj4/npohRVrxyVc/s320/zzzookinng12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590194058513146466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruPZabJyALU/TZRb4IbWhBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Qub6e3XCwJU/s1600/zzzzzzzcooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruPZabJyALU/TZRb4IbWhBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Qub6e3XCwJU/s320/zzzzzzzcooking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590194057366635538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sundays ago, Bee and I cooked together. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3919691644960199019?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3919691644960199019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3919691644960199019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-sunday.html' title='happy sunday... :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvFV7sAg0Aw/TZRb4cpKG-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/EaQr9Dm-W6E/s72-c/zzzzooking222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4406671180058500087</id><published>2011-03-31T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:08:38.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>family dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCF8C_74dsY/TZRgRaZINtI/AAAAAAAAAko/MerS1Z7Q8DQ/s1600/jessel22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCF8C_74dsY/TZRgRaZINtI/AAAAAAAAAko/MerS1Z7Q8DQ/s320/jessel22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590198889732388562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0TZyGzEzrY/TZRgRLPv_BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FzsgxxymwDA/s1600/fam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0TZyGzEzrY/TZRgRLPv_BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FzsgxxymwDA/s320/fam1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590198885666520082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xwFiYWeKD4/TZRgQ5sHbuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ICLxPZaFmUU/s1600/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xwFiYWeKD4/TZRgQ5sHbuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ICLxPZaFmUU/s320/c4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590198880953659106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VOvPJzNWw4/TZRgQuNd-AI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/piKbe0QgoXQ/s1600/zzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VOvPJzNWw4/TZRgQuNd-AI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/piKbe0QgoXQ/s320/zzzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590198877872322562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BlDHG_aBJKg/TZRgQQ2o9YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ofeajLHSYGQ/s1600/zzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BlDHG_aBJKg/TZRgQQ2o9YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ofeajLHSYGQ/s320/zzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590198869991945602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4406671180058500087?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4406671180058500087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4406671180058500087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/family-dinner.html' title='family dinner'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCF8C_74dsY/TZRgRaZINtI/AAAAAAAAAko/MerS1Z7Q8DQ/s72-c/jessel22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8439314511214392258</id><published>2011-03-31T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:38:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our song...</title><content type='html'>I'LL ALWAYS BE RIGHT THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you - I will always be there for you - &lt;br /&gt;there's nothin' I won't do &lt;br /&gt;I promise you - all my life I will live for you - we &lt;br /&gt;will make it through &lt;br /&gt;Forever - we will be &lt;br /&gt;Together - you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n' when I hold ya - nothin' can compare &lt;br /&gt;With all of my heart - ya know I'll always be - right &lt;br /&gt;there &lt;br /&gt;I believe in us - nothin' else could ever mean so much &lt;br /&gt;You're the one I trust our time has come - we're not two &lt;br /&gt;people &lt;br /&gt;Now - we are one - ya you're second to none &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever - we will be &lt;br /&gt;Together - a family &lt;br /&gt;The more I get to know ya - nothin' can compare &lt;br /&gt;With all of my heart - ya know I'll always be - right &lt;br /&gt;there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever - we will be &lt;br /&gt;Together - just you and me&lt;br /&gt;The more I get to know ya - the more I really care &lt;br /&gt;With all of my heart - ya know I'll always be... &lt;br /&gt;Ya know I really love ya - ya nothin' can compare &lt;br /&gt;For all of my life - ya know I'll a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTjdVdPVT3I&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8439314511214392258?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8439314511214392258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8439314511214392258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/httpwww.html' title='our song...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5417986009651093920</id><published>2011-03-31T18:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:22:28.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaking'/><title type='text'>life and its uncertainties</title><content type='html'>I’ve been out from blogosphere from quite a long time.  I kind of miss it here; it’s the only place wherein I can write anything I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last Feb., Bee and I celebrated our 1st year of being together and of being in a loving relationship. Two days after that his f.b was hacked and I got the most devastating message in my mail. I called him up and we talked for what seemed like the longest “emo” talk I ever had in my entire life. And I began to question things again and again and again.  He confessed something very important to me and I was like drifting in a lonely gray cloud again. He just held me real tight as we cried in each other’s arms. I cannot just fathom the pain then, it was way beyond any human capacity but I had to compose myself for I have 20 or so kids looking up at me the next day. It was probably the saddest, loneliest part of our relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The day before that mail came, we were at the mall because he wanted to buy a gift for me. He wanted to buy me the latest phone but I told him I would settle for something that is not too expensive so I suggested we both have sunglasses.  Off we went to the mall and bought the sunglasses and took pictures afterwards. We were so happy that day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  But the day after that was so heartbreaking. TRULY HEARTBREAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The whole saturday of that week was the worst day of our lives. We decided to stop seeing each other and settle the issue first. But by Sunday of the same week, he fetched me up and when I entered on his car, we were both emotional and we just cried and cried as he sang to me our song. Then we went to Carmelites and prayed together.&lt;br /&gt;Although we chose to be together, I still cannot help but broach the subject up and so I went to see my good friend and co-teacher and asked for an advice for me to have a clearer view of what really bothers me and how I can fully accept him. Gradually, I learn to see things clearly and through my daily prayers, I gradually learn to accept him and the situation fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Right now, we are still together.  He was honest enough to tell me everything. We still continue to build our dreams together.  We both know that the worst is yet to come, but we are prepared to face it “twogether”.  We both realized that our love grew stronger than ever as we faced the biggest, worst trial in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our future together is still bleak and uncertain but with our love that strong, we still believe that we will make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5417986009651093920?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5417986009651093920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5417986009651093920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-and-its-uncertainties.html' title='life and its uncertainties'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6871690565339776846</id><published>2011-02-15T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:52:23.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart u most! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9I31sRYTjo/TVpaok2wBnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rCoDy8V7ooQ/s1600/DSC06553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9I31sRYTjo/TVpaok2wBnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rCoDy8V7ooQ/s320/DSC06553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573867141958993522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqwkW-m6f10/TVpaolm1LKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Bzu8-MzDkq4/s1600/DSC06581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqwkW-m6f10/TVpaolm1LKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Bzu8-MzDkq4/s320/DSC06581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573867142160657570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aovR-c-D9Uc/TVpaoZubqxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ec2AHng8vi8/s1600/DSC06589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aovR-c-D9Uc/TVpaoZubqxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ec2AHng8vi8/s320/DSC06589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573867138971314962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3zjJhFOn_M/TVpX_IIusGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JhK9aO5KiBo/s1600/DSC06561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3zjJhFOn_M/TVpX_IIusGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JhK9aO5KiBo/s320/DSC06561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573864230851883106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwLK0zaLcBg/TVpX-7j0nAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/bo8u2UGn9wY/s1600/DSC06548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwLK0zaLcBg/TVpX-7j0nAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/bo8u2UGn9wY/s320/DSC06548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573864227475856386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIQ74LhY4U4/TVpX-y7T5II/AAAAAAAAAjA/IfS1b3m7nAo/s1600/DSC06547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIQ74LhY4U4/TVpX-y7T5II/AAAAAAAAAjA/IfS1b3m7nAo/s320/DSC06547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573864225158456450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6871690565339776846?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6871690565339776846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6871690565339776846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-u-most.html' title='i heart u most! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9I31sRYTjo/TVpaok2wBnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rCoDy8V7ooQ/s72-c/DSC06553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7689182362426837216</id><published>2011-02-14T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:16:29.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>happy 1st! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_aR3wLqhD4/TVgDusWwCJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t72ajYSfB-c/s1600/zzzztogsiv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_aR3wLqhD4/TVgDusWwCJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t72ajYSfB-c/s320/zzzztogsiv.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573208639586437266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed,  a  happy 1st year of being in a loving relationship with you. Times flies so fast and now, I look back and smiled for we had created a truly wonderful relationship together. It might not be close to perfect but the best one indeed. Trials come and go and petty arguments always come in between but it somehow made us grow stronger and shaped us to become better person made perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both so different yet those crazy differences complement with each other. My being silent has helped you to be still at times, when everything else around is loud and deafening. When all we have to do is to sit still and listen to what beautiful rhythm silence could sometimes to do to us.  On the other hand, your being fun and jolly has helped me to open up my world a little bit and enjoy being worry free when daily stressors in life kicks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, we both learn to strike the equilibrium together in this crazy world of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the hero, I am your sidekick or I am the heroine, you are my sidekick. Whichever way you like it to be. &lt;br /&gt;Though, I prefer the latter. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my readings, a sidekick can provide one or multiple functions, such as a counterpoint to the hero, an alternate point of view, or knowledge, skills, or anything else the hero doesn't have. Sidekicks frequently serve as an emotional connection, especially when the hero is depicted as detached and distant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe that we are each other’s sidekick. We are there to help each other in striving to become better individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to some other note, we too had a very colourful past and along the way, I found out some things about you that would have sent me running halfway round the world to make sense of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stayed, I listened and I perfectly understood because life is not perfect at all. It’s our flaws and our scarred past that made us beautiful persons now. I also had a taste of bitters’ past but I already let go of whatever clouds of doubt left inside my heart.  It is time to close that chapter of our lives and begin a new, fresh start. Those people who have hurt us or whom we have hurt will always be part of our lives and we will always thank them for they have made us who we are today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have you in my life. I am glad that we find happiness in the smallest things.  It is through the mundane things in life that we discover some bag of sheer happiness. Thank you for your unflagging love. Happy 1st anniversary to us! I LOVE YOU MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(n.b. sorry for my unpredictable mood swings :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7689182362426837216?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7689182362426837216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7689182362426837216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-1st_14.html' title='happy 1st! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_aR3wLqhD4/TVgDusWwCJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t72ajYSfB-c/s72-c/zzzztogsiv.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-609704978542964579</id><published>2011-02-13T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:44:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my pretty niece Jerah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOaeYZ3teBs/TVfgEz3Yu4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/C7J1o2ZIBW0/s1600/aajerahalex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOaeYZ3teBs/TVfgEz3Yu4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/C7J1o2ZIBW0/s320/aajerahalex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573169437140892546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0uSYC8JqOc/TVfgEiBaYUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oZFmVh2xX0I/s1600/aaabayjerahleila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0uSYC8JqOc/TVfgEiBaYUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oZFmVh2xX0I/s320/aaabayjerahleila.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573169432351105346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41bxbNW52Cw/TVfgEYAKDWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Tn7F4ZjZ8GE/s1600/aaabaylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41bxbNW52Cw/TVfgEYAKDWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Tn7F4ZjZ8GE/s320/aaabaylie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573169429661486434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_PDZJ5956g/TVfgEVMS_XI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Sz3M0EPuI3s/s1600/aaaababyby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_PDZJ5956g/TVfgEVMS_XI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Sz3M0EPuI3s/s320/aaaababyby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573169428907097458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for you and Alex! I would like to congratulate the both of you for a healthy, beautiful baby. I am so excited to see baby Liela and hold her in my arms. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-609704978542964579?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/609704978542964579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/609704978542964579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-my-pretty-niece-jerah.html' title='To my pretty niece Jerah...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOaeYZ3teBs/TVfgEz3Yu4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/C7J1o2ZIBW0/s72-c/aajerahalex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-611989731164292192</id><published>2010-12-28T18:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:45:18.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year ender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Thank you, 2010.. hello 2011</title><content type='html'>I just got out from a long bath and it sure feels good to really take my time savouring the coolness of the water and smelling the floral scent (body wash), oil essences and fresh mint shampoo. I like taking long baths because I feel totally rejuvenated right after. Since my mind’s refreshed and clutter-free, I will put together the significant events of my life in 2010. &lt;br /&gt;So, here goes my year ender blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things and beautiful memories happened to me in the year 2010. Some of my friends gave birth while others got married.  Others went abroad for greener pastures while some are still left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were some sad moments too and I took it in a positive way. From my past mistakes, I have learned to stand up and go on with life. Now, I can see myself beaming with so much happiness and gladness in my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the low points in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my brother did not make it but it was a blessing in disguise for he was able to meet new good friends and he was able to assess himself on what really are his goals in life. Prolly the downside of it is he will be left behind and of course, we will be shedding off money again for the application. And these days, we need to save and prioritize the things that are far more important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to that is my brother’s break up with her long time girlfriend whom I already considered as my sister-in-law or part of the family. We had great and fond memories together but I guess some things are just not meant to be.  In a way, I am happy to see them grow and mature... apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year though (year 2011), I want to claim it as my brother’s year. Just gotta believe! Hang on kuya jp, everything’s gonna be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be my parents’ chance to visit U.S.  If there’s one wish I have to wish right now, oh well, I guess I’ve been wishing this for the longest time of my life— is to see my parents travel and see the other side of the world for themselves. I want to see them happy but that wish was not granted. It totally broke my heart seeing them so down when in fact all they ever wanted is to see my other brother on his graduation day. The side trips and seeing friends and relatives would have been a bonus. Still, I believe that there will be better chances next time. I love you very much Pa Zee and Ma Fin—you both are the bond that keep our family in a tighter nucleus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be the two Chinese sharpies who were adopted by a friend of my brother.  We have lots of dogs already and having to maintain and sustain their food and nourishment is quite an overwhelming task.  With the prices of dog food and vitamins skyrocketing, it is better to have them adopted. That way, they will be given the proper nourishment. Besides, my cousin who used to take care all of them is going to college already. But that doesn’t mean we loved them less than the other dogs that stay behind. They will always be forever in our hearts. And the saddest part of it all is that, it used to be kuya’s dogs with her gf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be the demise of my mentor’s husband. It made me really sad because I know how much my mentor love her husband and seeing her in pain really wrings my heart.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad it all may seems to be, but I guess that’s part of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto my happy moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the love of my life and it came rather unexpectedly. We’re still together and I thank him for his love. I just believe that he is the other match that GOD wants me to meet all along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I still got a job and I am thankful that I’m partnered with Teacher Tina. I’ve learned so much from her. In fact, her stories and experiences have motivated me to hone my craft. Best of all is that my spiritual side is greatly nourished because of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin finally graduated in college! My parents were the ones who sent her to school and for years, we have been helping to pay all her tuition and matriculation fees. It is such a feat to be able to help their family and I treated her and her brother as my own sibs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnKmcNjHwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gZnHJS2k7Hs/s1600/em%2Bememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnKmcNjHwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gZnHJS2k7Hs/s320/em%2Bememe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555694377095077634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother also graduated on his M.A.! and I also hope to graduate soon. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnMD14-4uI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0u4Aee2pmu8/s1600/jamesss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnMD14-4uI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0u4Aee2pmu8/s320/jamesss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555695981715972834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see my friends who got married this year! My friend Leny and Jub got married recently . And Zephyr too! Zephyr was the 1st girlfriend of my past love and we became good friends. Ma Fin thinks we are related when she tried to trace her cousins and relatives. She’s on her way to having a baby and I am so excited for her. My cousin-niece, Jerah,  also got married. It is very nice to see them walking down the aisle on their white gown, with all of their happy family, friends, relatives witnessing the most significant moment of their lives. Truly and blissfully blessed!&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore what God has joined together, let no MAN put asunder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEwD1fRaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/39SsvyahhGs/s1600/jerahwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEwD1fRaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/39SsvyahhGs/s320/jerahwedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555687945280636322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEwKz9_QI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F_fDGR4aUwM/s1600/zephyr-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEwKz9_QI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F_fDGR4aUwM/s320/zephyr-horz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555687947153308930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEv-UulgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qd_WJYdS1zU/s1600/lenyjub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEv-UulgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qd_WJYdS1zU/s320/lenyjub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555687943801050626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnEwD1fRaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/39SsvyahhGs/s1600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnHa3tyMnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0losEJKr7vw/s1600/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnHa3tyMnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0losEJKr7vw/s320/babies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555690879784727154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keena gave birth to a healthy baby girl named MAXINE ADRIENNE! Welcome to the world, baby Maxine!Welcome to the family!&lt;br /&gt;Sheng, my twinsie, also gave birth to a bouncing baby boy named Elijah. And also to Cecile for a healthy baby girl named Fidelis. And to my classmate and good friend Synvel to a  handsome baby boy named Third. :) wow! parade of babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is doing really well with her career and was awarded recently as NURSE OFTHE YEAR. She finally got her license for Chicago. I am so happy for her accomplishments and I thank her for treating me out for a shopping spree when she has the chance to come and visit and for all the support she has given to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnJO5fdQFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VSUKghRJAz4/s1600/jesselcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnJO5fdQFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VSUKghRJAz4/s320/jesselcom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555692873126330450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD for everything. There is still a long list to be thankful of this year and a long list of events to share. For now, these are the important ones that I want to highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to get some Zzzzzz! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-611989731164292192?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/611989731164292192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/611989731164292192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-2010-hello-2011.html' title='Thank you, 2010.. hello 2011'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TRnKmcNjHwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gZnHJS2k7Hs/s72-c/em%2Bememe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6957623330253816277</id><published>2010-11-18T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:15:59.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go&apos;s'/><title type='text'>to my dear kuya and mai :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0yerOUDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Qzpeig8gIOA/s1600/zzzzzzkuyayayyaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0yerOUDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Qzpeig8gIOA/s320/zzzzzzkuyayayyaya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540892958381723698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0yJMvx-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/8IU43o6yV3A/s1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzkuyamai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0yJMvx-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/8IU43o6yV3A/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzkuyamai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540892952616749026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0xgpEBZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ik1Bka4Eskg/s1600/zzzzzzzmeivykuya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0xgpEBZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ik1Bka4Eskg/s320/zzzzzzzmeivykuya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540892941729662354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0xsD54oI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/enPDB-OioYQ/s1600/zzzzzzkuayaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0xsD54oI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/enPDB-OioYQ/s320/zzzzzzkuayaya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540892944795034242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the most happy, funny couple I’ve known in my life... kuya jppy and Mai. I am sad that things did not work between the two of you but just want you guys to know that I will always remember our fun bonding moments together, cooking sessions, chasing and playing w/ dogs at the plaza, driving around to unwind, eating and more eating and simply talking about the days of our lives.  You guys have almost four years of beautiful memories together and now as you go on with your separate lives, I wish both of you will find happiness in your heart.  I’ve read somewhere that love is a state of being in which you care for someone else more than you do about yourself. When some else’s happiness defines your own... (been-there-done-that, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hearts may be broken and thus made you guys miserable, but it will and still is a happy misery! Will miss you guys together but am happy that we still have this moment to take happy photos together. I am glad you remain good friends. Sorry for the drama mode.. i m just missin’ u guys! 18th of November&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6957623330253816277?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6957623330253816277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6957623330253816277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-my-dear-kuya-and-mai.html' title='to my dear kuya and mai :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TOU0yerOUDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Qzpeig8gIOA/s72-c/zzzzzzkuyayayyaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4995246967719032138</id><published>2010-11-14T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:38:53.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TN91oLkeSkI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kGwBpf8zvbI/s1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TN91oLkeSkI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kGwBpf8zvbI/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539275399849986626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy 9th to me and my bee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   oh, it was not a smooth sailing road for both of us. We had our ups and downs but I am proud to say that we think and work like a team. And it’s him who always put a cherry smile on my face and with all the stressors on my day to day life, it is him who would just called me up after work and would crack up some jokes. I feel so comfortable with him. It’s like we have been good friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my bee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4995246967719032138?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4995246967719032138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4995246967719032138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-happy-9th-to-me-and-my-bee-oh-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TN91oLkeSkI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kGwBpf8zvbI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2222892300135041324</id><published>2010-11-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:27:34.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><title type='text'>tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow i should work on my action plan. Tomorrow i should wake up early with a happy cheerful smile. Tomorrow I should not procrastinate. tomorrow I will really really budget my time and i should be able to accomplish all the things I need to finish. Tomorrow I will prepare my lessons for the week and I will also work on my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a Sunday. I will pray and spend an hour or two with GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2222892300135041324?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2222892300135041324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2222892300135041324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8019461641877206662</id><published>2010-10-31T10:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T11:13:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a time to post again! :) hello world...</title><content type='html'>Hello again blogosphere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been very busy for the past few months that‘s why I wasn’t able to post something in here.  Oh well, the months roll by relatively quickly and I found myself rushing in to beat deadlines here and there.  I don’t know if I still can pursue some other dreams and goals in life… or just live the way things should be. But then again and again, I can still see myself doing the things that  I would have loved  to try and every time I think of it I suddenly have this adrenaline rush and my mind would create happy thoughts. I’ll catch that dream someday. For now, I still have to sit still, work on it and persevere.  But of course, I still love teaching and the experiences I have will always be memorable.  Yet, a part of me wants to explore and venture out to that “dream” of mine.  Sit still, young lady, God isn’t finished with you yet.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s a long weekend and I am savoring the time wherein I don’t have to be up so early to work. I love the freshness and coolness of the air I breathe here in Bukidnon. It calmly soothes my nerves and makes me forget the day to day stressors in the hustle and bustle of my city life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday and Wednesday was our retreat and I was spiritually renewed. It felt good to just completely zone out everything and just stay focus on the center of our existence. I thanked God for everything! And yes, I vowed myself to be at peace with those I have hurt and those who have hurt me one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzcCHvuOEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bM0xfnNtZ9g/s1600/zzzzzzretreat.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzcCHvuOEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bM0xfnNtZ9g/s320/zzzzzzretreat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534039971128555586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bee celebrated his birthday last September.  We feasted on a sumptuous dinner together with his family and friends. I wish him all the good and fine things in life. Everyday I am falling deeply in love with him and despite his weaknesses; I still embrace him with all my heart.  And I know I also have my shortcomings in our relationship and I also have my weaknesses, but he’s always there to love w/o conditions and he understands my being “bratty” sometimes. I am happy, he is happy… that’s what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzchcxnlKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/g8xrY-FKBFU/s1600/zzzztogsivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzchcxnlKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/g8xrY-FKBFU/s320/zzzztogsivy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534040509349598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmm,  I can already feel the air of the yuletide season. Christmas is just a sniff away. gushness! I am excited for the holidays.  But I need to work hard to finish everything so that I can truly enjoy my holidays with my friends, my bee and my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 31st of October! Happy “trick and treats” later for those who will be joining Halloween parties here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzeo7SbdmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0my2Uzc7u1A/s1600/scooby-hp-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzeo7SbdmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0my2Uzc7u1A/s320/scooby-hp-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534042836822619746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love the google images theme for special holidays/seasons..* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos y abrazos,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8019461641877206662?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8019461641877206662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8019461641877206662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-to-post-again-hello-world.html' title='a time to post again! :) hello world...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TMzcCHvuOEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bM0xfnNtZ9g/s72-c/zzzzzzretreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4896289673627015863</id><published>2010-09-07T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:06:04.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apprehensions'/><title type='text'>worried much, eh?</title><content type='html'>I should actually be dozing off to slumber land right now since I was up very very early for the Fun Run activity but I found myself doing some other things. I slept for about 20-30 minutes and the rest of the time I was just thinking a loooooootttttt of things. Worried much about everything! And now, after I will log out in my blogosphere, I will de clutter the mess in my room and make it spic and span. I just want things to be organized and I want to vibrate positive energies in these oh-so-trying-times of my life. Breathe in... breathe out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i will write 5 things that I am thankful of this day on my GRATEFUL JOURNAL. I just purchased a new dainty notebook that will serve as my GRATEFUL JOURNAL for the rest of my 365 and ¼ days of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to leaf through the pages of my Bible and find the verse about not worrying too much about life. I just read it a week ago and I need to read it again. :) My faith in God will always puts me back to the center of my existence. So, i need to relax and enjoy whatever life will bring me. failures?! hmm, no no no just temporary setbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but for the record, i need to finish some unfinished business and i guess i am racing against the nick of time. so help me God! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Tuesday, everyone! Besos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4896289673627015863?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4896289673627015863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4896289673627015863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/worried-much-eh.html' title='worried much, eh?'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1845735792684924768</id><published>2010-09-04T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:05:33.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><title type='text'>thank you n.b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TII11XUJwEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IFFnwL2U5UI/s1600/notebook_paper_thank_you_card-p137711593394936759qqld_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TII11XUJwEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IFFnwL2U5UI/s320/notebook_paper_thank_you_card-p137711593394936759qqld_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513028084762787906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a whiner. I complain when I don’t get the things I wanted. Two nights ago, while I was prepping up my things for school, I saw my blue prayer booklet inside my file cabinet. I browsed through it and suddenly I realized that there are so many people/ things in life that I should be thankful with. So, I decided to buy a notebook and I will write all the things that happen during the day that I am thankful of. It will be IVY'S THANK YOU NOTEBOOK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September 3, 2010 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9:35 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;      :) I thank God for the wonderful sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      :) I am thankful that the kids dance well during the practices. I hope Louie will dance on Monday. Still thinking on some ways and strategies to make him dance... hmm.... think! Think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      :) I am thankful for the company of good friends/co-teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      :) I thank God for the food. Teacher Tina bought me a donut. The grandmother of one of our students gave me a bread with egg and there’s a student in Kinder 3 who celebrated his bday in school and I was able to eat chocolate cake and burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      :) I am thankful that my week went well. It was a very tiring week but it ended well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1845735792684924768?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1845735792684924768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1845735792684924768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-you-nb.html' title='thank you n.b.'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TII11XUJwEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IFFnwL2U5UI/s72-c/notebook_paper_thank_you_card-p137711593394936759qqld_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2111585164135663562</id><published>2010-08-29T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:35:26.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clyde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>to my best friend, my love, my CLYDE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/THpv3thnqWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7AsLsqRTCcc/s1600/zzzzylde+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/THpv3thnqWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7AsLsqRTCcc/s320/zzzzylde+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510840096945318242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for putting me high on the pedestal. You never failed to make me laugh and smile when I am feeling sad and blue. My weekends, especially Sundays will be extra special if spent with you. I love it that we put God in the center of our relationship. No matter how bumpy and rough the road may be, I know that we will be able to make it through because we are guided by HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me laugh and for always letting me see the bright side of things. I am prolly being the most negative person you have ever known, but it is through you that I am able to see the glass half full. I am trying my very best to always stay positive.  But most of the time, I am easily shaken by the day to day stressors in life. Your comforting voice will wash away my sad and weary situation. Thank you for making me smile. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stretching your patience and for bearing on with me and my quick temper. There are times when I have bouts of temper tantrums just like any terrible two’s in this world. Have you seen a two year old kid throwing tantrums? OH, it’s terrible...  Sometimes, I am terribly immature. Immaturity gets the better of me and I am trying to outgrow it. Being the youngest among the brood of four, I tend to easily get what I want but I also know that I have to GROW UP! REAL FAST... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking me to the amusement park AKA carnival in one of our monthsaries. Hahaha! Just so you know, my dream date is going out to amusement park (just like those crazy, chessy teenagers we see on american movies or sitcoms) eating cotton candy, popcorn and hotdog buns, trying out some rides like the coaster among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget the Ferris wheel and that crazy octopus rides with you. I was actually beaming with so much happiness. Young at heart pa bya! Hahaha! Simple things in life make me happy and having to share that moment with you made it extra special. Even if you were not dressed up for the adventure, you still agreed to go out with me and try those rides. THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also for holding my hand.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for singing songs to me...  One of these days, I will also sing one of my favourite nursery rhymes to you since you haven’t heard me sing a line or two. The title is Litle Bunny Foo Foo. Hehehe! Seriously, thank you.... it makes my heart flutter every time you sing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH BY! WORDS WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH TO SAY HOW THANKFUL I AM TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are thousands of women to love in this world but it only takes a man to love one woman in a many  thousand ways."&lt;br /&gt;            :) thank you for loving me in so many different ways :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2111585164135663562?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2111585164135663562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2111585164135663562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-my-best-friend-my-love-my-clyde.html' title='to my best friend, my love, my CLYDE :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/THpv3thnqWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7AsLsqRTCcc/s72-c/zzzzylde+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2934720400964659816</id><published>2010-07-11T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:38:22.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>TGIS</title><content type='html'>It was quite a long day for me today. I had so many things to do on a very beautiful sunny Saturday. In the afternoon, I dropped by the university for consultation and everything went well. I arrived home feeling so tired that I immediately fell asleep as soon as my head hits my pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am wide awake after some good hours of dozing off to slumber land and I glance to my clock and it reads 11:50 pm and yes, it’s still a SATURDAY! So goes my daily routine of checking mails, fb, blogging, blurking around and enjoying my extra moments of pure silence. I love and enjoy moments of silence wherein I can freely think of anything under the sun and sometimes words keep pounding on my head, swirling and twirling waiting to be put in order. Some of my friends and family members tell me that I am aloof and that my being silent sets me apart to the world of busy, happy, talking people. I desperately tried my best to reach out, but this is just me. IVY, THE SILENT WANDERER.  Hehehe...But yes, I know I have to walk an extra mile to reach out and connect myself to the social world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto some related work stuff, I still need to work hard and learn from my partner.  Waking up to work every day is an exercise of courage. I am learning a lot from T. Tina and I am glad that I can look up to her as my model or my mentor. Every day, I learn a thing or two from her which I mull over when I arrived home, like maybe I should do this, do that next time in my class. I like her sense of order and discipline in class and I thank God for giving me this rare opportunity to be partnered with someone I can learn from every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with T. Aileen.. :) She’s my partner before in Nursery and we created a very special bond together. She’s someone I look up to and I also learn a great deal from her. She’s a happy, bubbly person and I have many fond memories with her and the nursery class last year. And I also thank God for the gift of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I praise God for the latest development of my father’s check up. I am glad that we were able to convince him to go to the doctor. I just couldn’t imagine the worst thing that could have happened if we didn’t bring him to a specialist. Oh, I love my papa so much and I would do everything to make him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I felt bad at myself for not touching base in Bukidnon to see my parents and spend time with them. I know they are not getting any younger and I know time is running so I need to see them every now and then. I am just so busy these past few days that going home is the last thing on my mind. But now, I decided to see them every weekend or every other weekend and that work and some other stuff shouldn’t be an excuse of not getting myself home. I miss them so much and I miss talking about the days of my life with them. I love my parents so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s all for now. I still have to wake up early tomorrow to pick my sister up at the airport. I have so many things to share but I don’t have the luxury of time to frame my thoughts and put them into writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clock now reads 12:16 a.m and it’s a SUNDAY! Have a blessed Sunday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2934720400964659816?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2934720400964659816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2934720400964659816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgis.html' title='TGIS'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5871484257583519931</id><published>2010-06-15T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:48:04.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>my bee ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TBcwDUABh5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/g3xIYX0xI3s/s1600/zzztogsandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TBcwDUABh5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/g3xIYX0xI3s/s320/zzztogsandi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482903904813418386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Bee and I celebrated our monthsary. He baked something for me. I forgot the name of that special goodie but it tasted really good. It was very sweet of him to do so. I gave him a custom-made card with our pictures in it and a box of chocolates. We went to Carmelites to pray and we also lit 6 candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it that we put God in the center of our relationship.  Even if we have petty arguments, we always make it a point to go to church every Sunday. It’s our special day to thank God for all the good things He has showered upon us. It’s also the time we eat out, watch movies and talk about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It’s still a long, bumpy road ahead of us. I hope we will be able to brave the storms that will come our way. &lt;br /&gt;I love you b!:)  Thank you for putting me high up on the pedestal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5871484257583519931?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5871484257583519931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5871484257583519931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bee.html' title='my bee ;)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/TBcwDUABh5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/g3xIYX0xI3s/s72-c/zzztogsandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2801768475186451621</id><published>2010-05-07T15:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:13:43.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chloey'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Bee and I watched Ironman yesterday. It was a cool movie and it was really good seeing Bee again after a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PE-hm03kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KeIzS51Du8Q/s1600/zzzironman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PE-hm03kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KeIzS51Du8Q/s320/zzzironman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468430951010065986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he bought stuffed toys for both of us. He got Ely, the elephant for me and I chose tiger for him because it was what he wanted in the first place. And it's prolly because 2010 is the year of the tiger. I changed the name Ely to Chloey since the latter is the combination of our names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PGXqPllDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9Js0ITSSnko/s1600/cloey2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PGXqPllDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9Js0ITSSnko/s320/cloey2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468432482336871474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I took photos of me and chloey. :) should have taken a photo shot of Bee and tiger.  sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PFOEciwSI/AAAAAAAAAew/pFO0-LS9vPM/s1600/chloey3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PFOEciwSI/AAAAAAAAAew/pFO0-LS9vPM/s320/chloey3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468431218060214562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bee for spending time with me and thanks for getting me a cute stuffed toy. mwahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2801768475186451621?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2801768475186451621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2801768475186451621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S-PE-hm03kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KeIzS51Du8Q/s72-c/zzzironman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-639118439242109993</id><published>2010-04-26T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:42:19.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Dear....</title><content type='html'>My Bee and I watched DEAR JOHN together. We have been waiting for it to be shown in theatres and finally we were able to watch it last week. It was not what I expected it to be and I guess the book is way much better than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9U1A48xrjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FTwl-sSOcKg/s1600/blogdearjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9U1A48xrjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FTwl-sSOcKg/s320/blogdearjohn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464332012287536690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No matter where you are in the world,the moon is never bigger than your thumb."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-639118439242109993?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/639118439242109993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/639118439242109993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear.html' title='Dear....'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9U1A48xrjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FTwl-sSOcKg/s72-c/blogdearjohn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8670844206545600353</id><published>2010-04-26T13:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:31:19.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>stars are aligned...</title><content type='html'>It’s Monday once again! But it’s ok because I am still on vacation. I need not to worry on waking up so early for work. Last week, I had a much needed RnR and it felt good to embrace summer with the sand on my feet, touch and dip on the clear blue water of the sea. I am not really a beach bum, not the type of person who habitually loafs or idles on beaches but I do enjoy going to the beach once in awhile. With the sweltering heat of the summer sunshine, I’d rather stay home reading books, surfing the net and lounging lazily on my bed. But my two days spent at the beach was worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9Uudkka45I/AAAAAAAAAdw/lUAntNfBcIE/s1600/blogbucketsnadspades.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9Uudkka45I/AAAAAAAAAdw/lUAntNfBcIE/s320/blogbucketsnadspades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464324808451482514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend J and I have a lot of catching up to do. Although we live in the same small city, it is still an effort to really go out and talk about the days of our lives. I invited her and her bf on my birthday but something very urgent thing came up that they had to cancel it on the last minute. Bestfriend J finally graduated on her master’s degree and is now currently taking ph.d units.  As for me, it’s still quite a long stretch but one more semester of working hard on my butt, and then I will also be receiving the hard-earned fruits of labor. Then maybe, just maybe, I will proceed right away. I should not be wasting my time since I am not getting any younger and I want to set goals for myself before I turn 30. But for the record, I’d like to believe that my STARS ARE ALIGNED right now. Everything is falling in its place and I thank God for making me a very patient person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9UvRAbfndI/AAAAAAAAAeI/T7F2gBGa3aQ/s1600/blogsstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9UvRAbfndI/AAAAAAAAAeI/T7F2gBGa3aQ/s320/blogsstars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464325692103564754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be traversing a very rough, bumpy road this year especially when both work and school start this June.I just have to keep my “I can do it” mantra to help me get by. So, it will be a year of juggling with work, studies, family/friends and love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9Uu7ZtA7PI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Hp6zNrrndso/s1600/blogbumbyroughroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9Uu7ZtA7PI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Hp6zNrrndso/s320/blogbumbyroughroad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464325320930815218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I need to learn how to get out from my “comfort zones”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9UxP59yPgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/avsLWsnlBiM/s1600/blogcomfortzones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9UxP59yPgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/avsLWsnlBiM/s320/blogcomfortzones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464327872211729922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8670844206545600353?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8670844206545600353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8670844206545600353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/stars-are-aligned.html' title='stars are aligned...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S9Uudkka45I/AAAAAAAAAdw/lUAntNfBcIE/s72-c/blogbucketsnadspades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7024177202312939403</id><published>2010-04-19T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:31:29.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>summer nights</title><content type='html'>19th of April&lt;br /&gt;@ ivy’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t put myself to sleep. My eyes won’t shut on me although I am wishing of going to dreamland and frame those happy thoughts which are tuck from the corners of my mind and delightfully turn those happy thoughts into beautiful dreams. oh, what a night that would be! summer night, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things are going on in my mind right now. I just want to be stuck on this month. I simply want to enjoy and prolong my summer break. But I am not going out of town to enjoy the sand and beaches; I am just spending my summer in my sweet Bukidnon home. My boyfriend is taking a 2 week leave from work so I guess we will spend some quality time together. But I know he will also be busy with his other projects and plans for this year so I will give him time to work on it. I am excited for our next adventure together. Going out and spending more time together draw us closer than ever. Thank you dear God for the gift of time we freely give to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, another thing I desperately want to accomplish before going back to work is to lose extra unwanted pounds. Oh my, over the course of time, I accumulated ugly fats that in itself manifested in my hips and tummy. I am so so out of shape! But no, I shouldn’t be so upset, after all there is always a good way to get restarted. I can do it! More hula-hoops, crunches and less eating and food bingeing…  I have to keep my eyes on the prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8wGciaVHfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-nxDCGiprc4/s1600/zzzzexercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8wGciaVHfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-nxDCGiprc4/s320/zzzzexercise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461747535436914162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading and more reading! My boyfriend and I love to read books. He let me borrow two books entitled The Winning Attitude by John C. Maxwell and Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki and I learned a lot of things about staying positive and some important money matters. My friend and partner in Nursery class also lend me the book When Couples Pray by Cheri Fuller and I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8wGp8qBijI/AAAAAAAAAdo/36X3qsLkqAc/s1600/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8wGp8qBijI/AAAAAAAAAdo/36X3qsLkqAc/s320/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461747765820361266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this summer I am going to maximize my time trimming down, staying in good shape and reading good books. I super love summer, sans the beaches and sand this time. I can’t stand the summer heat this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still hoping for cool summer nights though! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7024177202312939403?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7024177202312939403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7024177202312939403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-nights.html' title='summer nights'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8wGciaVHfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-nxDCGiprc4/s72-c/zzzzexercise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4101986953147866876</id><published>2010-04-19T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:19:46.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>26 and happy! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8v2FzpsSNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DpoN84vpfkA/s1600/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8v2FzpsSNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DpoN84vpfkA/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461729552741714130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy’s room&lt;br /&gt;18th of April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 26 yesterday! oh my, time flies by so fast and I am not getting any younger at all. Four more years to go and I’ll hit 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was also the day I finally introduced my boyfriend to my family. We had lunch together and everything went very smoothly. I am happy that we were able to tick or mark off on a mental note the small box on our checklist; one of it is meeting my family. There’s still a long list of what to do’s this year but we’re both taking it one step at a time. We want to enjoy the journey of the unknown, we want to savor each moment as we take another step forward and we are more than willing to discover our weaknesses. He had a slice of bitters’ past and so am I. We will try to help each other in any way we can. Our relationship is still so young and needs a lot of nourishment, like a young seed that needs care and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our monthsary, we went to visit the Divine Mercy and spent most of the day just talking and strolling around and we also joined the orientation before we headed up to the very heart of the D.M. statue. Then we had dinner together and capped the day with a good movie and more talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, my boyfriend talks a lot. He cracks one of his silly jokes whenever I feel sad and blue and almost like a medicine pill, I regain my strength and laugh all the blues away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my Bee... :) and for another year of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4101986953147866876?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4101986953147866876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4101986953147866876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/26-and-happy.html' title='26 and happy! =)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8v2FzpsSNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DpoN84vpfkA/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-28587269407029264</id><published>2010-04-03T15:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:48:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>April 3, 2010&lt;br /&gt;@ ivy’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good to be back! I haven’t posted anything here for the past months. Now is the only time that I could really sit and share the details of my so-called life. Actually, there were so many wonderful things that happened in my life at the start of year 2010. I thank God for being so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would just like to post some photos for they will say much on the events that unfolded months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wedding of my sister&lt;/strong&gt;---  oh, it was a wonderful and solemn ceremony at San Lorenzo Ruiz Filipino -Chinese church where my sister Jessel and husband Gernil exchanged their love and fidelity towards each other. I was her maid of honor and my brother Jp was one of the groomsmen while my other brother co-celebrated the mass. It was one magical moment of my dear sister and I am so excited to see little Jessels and Gernils running around the house soon. I can hardly wait to see the fruits of their love. I am happy that my sister was able to fulfill her dreams of walking down the aisle on a white gown, with my father and mother on her side and with us as part of her entourage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7byDVF4eKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/euHLA18fqdQ/s1600/zzzzzzforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7byDVF4eKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/euHLA18fqdQ/s320/zzzzzzforblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455814137621280930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7byY3kM3PI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0A6iELPRf4g/s1600/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7byY3kM3PI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0A6iELPRf4g/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455814507652504818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7bz0jQ5e5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/TIJ_fPApCMk/s1600/zzzzjesselll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7bz0jQ5e5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/TIJ_fPApCMk/s320/zzzzjesselll.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455816082750798738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally have my own lappy and it’s a macky!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha! Since I am windows oriented, I am still on the process of getting to know my appelette’s configuration. I call my new lappy macky appellette, but of course I will never forget my dear old coco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b09ZoHUfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Zl6nrWioOy8/s1600/aaaaaaalappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b09ZoHUfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Zl6nrWioOy8/s320/aaaaaaalappy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455817334294270450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple iPodtouch&lt;/strong&gt; -- It keeps boredom out of my way. So whenever I travel, I always have with me my Ipod. And in most times when I’m bored out of my wits, I play Raging Thunder or browse through some clips and songs. It was a Christmas present for me from my dear brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b192L-2VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3h9gY-GQ7ik/s1600/aaaaapleipodtouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b192L-2VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3h9gY-GQ7ik/s320/aaaaapleipodtouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818441472530770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On being a teacher&lt;/strong&gt;--- I am so happy to see our kids during their Moving Up Ceremony. I could just recall back the days when they were still adjusting to their new environment. Now, they have grown so much and I am so proud of them. I also learned so many things this year and I owe it to my experiences at SMS. I also thank Aileen, my ever dearest partner for making this year a very good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b2K_WhPQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hcnBAjfzEhI/s1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b2K_WhPQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hcnBAjfzEhI/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzforblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455818667270946050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b2gx3VlHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0_ZgEOWyJ1U/s1600/zzzzzzzzzforblogggsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b2gx3VlHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0_ZgEOWyJ1U/s320/zzzzzzzzzforblogggsss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455819041607619698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thesis in progress!&lt;/strong&gt; One of the many reasons that kept me really busy during the past months. The defense was finally over and I got a good grade in it. More to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b5UTykq_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/DhyHmDIWYaM/s1600/aaathesisinprogress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b5UTykq_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/DhyHmDIWYaM/s320/aaathesisinprogress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455822125911026674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a happy love life!&lt;/strong&gt; oh yes, definitely! God really works wonders in each one of us. He created wonders to me and my new found love in the most unusual circumstances. Now, I am happy in love. It’s still a tough road ahead, many challenges to take.... but with God’s help, I know we will get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b5ILT5LJI/AAAAAAAAAco/YYgSPTsUiGE/s1600/aaaatwohearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7b5ILT5LJI/AAAAAAAAAco/YYgSPTsUiGE/s320/aaaatwohearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455821917476433042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite in a hurry when I write this post. I will add more photos next time. tata for now! Have a Happy Easter Triduum, everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-28587269407029264?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/28587269407029264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/28587269407029264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S7byDVF4eKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/euHLA18fqdQ/s72-c/zzzzzzforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4384289288017331543</id><published>2010-04-02T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:34:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world! :)</title><content type='html'>i miss my blogosphere! i wil be posting more entries soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4384289288017331543?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4384289288017331543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4384289288017331543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world.html' title='hello world! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2907669022296891192</id><published>2010-03-02T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:11:55.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I am inlove.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2907669022296891192?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2907669022296891192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2907669022296891192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6643440194001497892</id><published>2009-12-10T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:54:56.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself.... from this day. at this moment... arggh!!! will be in hiatus, i guess. time to save some face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just an accident. i never meant too. never in my wildest and craziest dreams. I have to exercise my mind and heart control to the highest level before this gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am human person. i have my own thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, maaaannn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6643440194001497892?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6643440194001497892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6643440194001497892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2816440590274992925</id><published>2009-12-07T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:21:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXl870NoF4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXl870NoF4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2816440590274992925?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2816440590274992925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2816440590274992925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like.html' title='i like...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5108951707545016437</id><published>2009-12-06T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:09:43.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this movie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5108951707545016437?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5108951707545016437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5108951707545016437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-this-movie.html' title='i like this movie :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4916413868448326472</id><published>2009-11-29T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:00:35.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>Between Xavier Eubra de Borja and You&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ivy Rose Adame November 28 at 10:00am&lt;br /&gt;Hi Dom Rainer.. the best memory I had of you was when i was so down and lonely because my bros/sis were going back to Manila and you went your way to comfort me. that was on the day you guys will leave and before you will ride on our big, red truck going to the airport. :)&lt;br /&gt;Godbless Dom Rainer.. You will always be remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Xavier Eubra de Borja November 28 at 10:40pm&lt;br /&gt;I very much remembered that too myself... and look now... time has flown by and your now no longer a little princess but a Lady! Thank you and do keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom Xavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I jog down to memory lane, Dom Rainer-Xavier is one of the many people whom I will never forget in my life. When I was in 3rd year high school, all my siblings were already studying in Manila and I was left in my own little world.  I was sad. I had no one to talk with and my father won’t let me go out as often as I want to. So I would invite my friends to come over to my place or sometimes I sneak out since Pa and Ma were always downtown (in Tag) for business and they would be home late. But believe you me, I was and still is a good and obedient girl. I always heed my parent’s wishes, demands and commands. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to Dom Rainer. He is a good friend of my brother and he visited my family on one of the occasions we had and stayed for quite a few days. When the day came that they have to leave me again, I went to my room and cried and I  don’t want to talk to anybody, not even to  my siblings who wanted to say goodbye to me. But Dom Rainer knocked on my door, went inside and told me something I will never forget in my whole entire life. It was about the love my family has for me and how it will extend even if they are far away. Did he hug me before he left? That I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a very good person, a very good friend....I looked out of the window and saw them leaving. I was sad.. really really sad but life has to go on for me in my own little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday came, I have to face again all my friends in high school. Smile, laugh..as if everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Dom Rainer-Xavier is supposed to co-celebrate my sister’s wedding. He’s in Russia and a month ago he sent an itinerary of his flight. I invited him in facebook and sent him a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just days ago, I found out that he won't be able to make it due to some important matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad. I want to see him again. He’s like my big brother. I want to thank him for making a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I want to see him again. can't believe its been 10 years already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4916413868448326472?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4916413868448326472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4916413868448326472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-596319292982948195</id><published>2009-11-28T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:31:48.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just want to thank my friend Myka for the photo for my theme. thanks Myks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-596319292982948195?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/596319292982948195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/596319292982948195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-want-to-thank-my-friend-myka-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8659421881197630569</id><published>2009-11-15T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:15:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(500) days of summer.. :)</title><content type='html'>Never too soon&lt;br /&gt;Oh, reckless abandon&lt;br /&gt;Like no one's watching you&lt;br /&gt;A moment &lt;br /&gt;A love&lt;br /&gt;A dream &lt;br /&gt;Aloud&lt;br /&gt;A kiss &lt;br /&gt;A cry &lt;br /&gt;Our rights&lt;br /&gt;Our wrongs&lt;br /&gt;A moment a love &lt;br /&gt;A dream &lt;br /&gt;Aloud&lt;br /&gt;A moment a love &lt;br /&gt;A dream &lt;br /&gt;Aloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay there&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be coming over&lt;br /&gt;And while our blood's still young&lt;br /&gt;It's so young, it runs&lt;br /&gt;And won't stop til it's over&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop to surrender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8659421881197630569?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8659421881197630569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8659421881197630569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-of-summer.html' title='(500) days of summer.. :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5659148985289716257</id><published>2009-10-31T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:09:28.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my happy place... :)</title><content type='html'>Hey, I am back!  Feels good to be here once again,huh? This is my happy place and am not going anywhere. Four more days to go then its back to work and I’ve been itching to fast forward the days. I can hardly wait for the holidays. I am assuming that heaps of fun will happen this coming Christmas and that I will also be in a stressful mode. Stress, I guess, is good for me. I tend to work efficiently when I am stressed out. Haha! I mean, I am likely to slack when I have more time to accomplish my tasks but when I am racing against the nick of time, I have this sudden adrenaline rush that keeps me going. So, in a way, stress is good for me. Yeah, I know I whine and throw fits when I am stressed out but I guess that is just a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly I have to study for the exams but procrastination is just way too sweet for me to refuse right now. Thing is I don’t want to go through it anymore. My desire to reach for that dream is somewhat lost somewhere down the road, down the drainage and unto the vast, expanse of the ocean. Haha! But that doesn’t mean I will not take the exams on Saturday. I have to; it’s a do or die thing. Do I have a choice? Oh yeah, I do and I know I have other options but I have to set  a fallback in case things will not turn out right.  So there goes. I’ll prolly cram later. &lt;br /&gt;And there’s the wedding. I haven’t started transferring the songs yet but having a list already is such a big feat for now. Haha! It was really tough deciding on what songs to be sung during mass and during reception. I will deal with it later. Here I go again, dilly dallying until the last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I desperately want to pursue my other passion in life. And every time I think of it, I can feel it slipping on my hands.  I need to survive and surviving means working real hard to earn moolah every 15th and 30th day of the month.  With a meager amount of salary I am getting, I know that those dreams will simply slip away without my knowing. I’ll just have to hang in there and focus on more realistic things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a creature of habit. I do things according to my plan and I don’t like to venture into another area if I am not sure of it. Sometimes though I wish I am this wild adventurer and I wish I can break the rules and set myself free. Just to be a free-spirited empowered young lady ready to conquer the world. Right now, I simply do what pleases me. I want to keep things clear and simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to share in here but it seems like I really don’t know where to start. Anyway, Apple and I chatted while ago in F.B. and I am so happy to be in touch with her once again. Her whole family is moving to KL since her hubby is already based there. So, Mawin and Dreamy have to attend to another school again; from International School of Bangkok to Mon’t Kiara School. Oh, I would like to visit them. I’ll do that as soon as I am done with school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SuvwdawjgQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6R7dRwfmIdI/s1600-h/apples+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SuvwdawjgQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6R7dRwfmIdI/s320/apples+family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398672966523519234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        apple's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I guess I just have to be patient. EVERYTHING WILL JUST FALL INTO PLACE. I am looking forward for a better tomorrow and hope that year 2010 will bring me all the reason to smile all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy scary, Halloween everyone! &lt;br /&gt;Besos, Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5659148985289716257?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5659148985289716257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5659148985289716257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-happy-place.html' title='In my happy place... :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SuvwdawjgQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6R7dRwfmIdI/s72-c/apples+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7609816948075178864</id><published>2009-10-23T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:01:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah laveet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fps1969wog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fps1969wog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite busy for the wedding prep and i've been searching songs that will make the wedding truly memorable. I came up with Koreantelenovela's soundtrack like Only you (from the Only You korean telenovela aired sometime ago and then Lover's in Paris' Moonriver (both in violin and jazz)and Gregorian's Only You (LAVEET!!)and Edward Chun's Give my Love. :)Purffecct! I will post more entries soon. quite busy these days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besos,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7609816948075178864?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7609816948075178864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7609816948075178864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-laveet.html' title='ah laveet!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4517696699069513731</id><published>2009-10-08T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:08:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven’t blogged for the past couple of weeks. I am not really that super busy today as compared to the first two months of my job but I reckon I am just way too lazy to post something in here. But hey, am glad to be back. The past days I’ve been reading anything I could grab on my bookshelf.  Last week, I read Reader’s Digest and there was this article that motivated me to push through and follow my dreams wherever it will lead me. It’s an article about Cordia Harrington and how she went up to the ladder of success.  For her, integrity is most important to being successful.  She also doesn’t give up easily and instead of complaining when problems takes its toll, she takes the negative forces/energies and put it toward getting to the next level. I wish I could have the same outlook in life. It’s just that I am the kind of person who is easily shaken and when I am stressed out to the bone, I easily look for the easy way out which is not good. I have to face all my worries and fears head-on so that I will be able to hurdle another roadblock that will come my way. Right now, I am really working it out and there are many instances when I just want to give it all up but I am thankful that I am still holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream of having my own business is still there. It will always be. I am still trying to figure things out if teaching is really my chosen field of career for the rest of my life or would it be just temporary. I just can’t see myself teaching pre-schoolers for the rest of my life. I know I will no longer be effective in teaching young kids if I will be on my late 30’s or early 40’s. Ergo, I need to have a fallback plan. But for now, I am still testing the waters and see if I will survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only dinero is aplenty, I would love to do everything I want in life. I will never have second thoughts in risking everything else. I would love to play classical pieces on the piano and I would love to learn how to string my way in making a beautiful rhythm on a cello. I would love to have a part on Broadways and would really love to travel around the world. Sometimes, I would dream of being in a travel and leisure magazine or prolly clicking my heels up to the fashion world, just like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is never too late; time to dream big. Besides, dreaming is tax-free, ayt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4517696699069513731?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4517696699069513731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4517696699069513731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-havent-blogged-for-past-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7493398634479751808</id><published>2009-09-20T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:31:03.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1..2...3..4.. i love u :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1LwS6-g-7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1LwS6-g-7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin then i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when i'm feelin sad.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Barely gettin mad,&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love bein around you.&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy,&lt;br /&gt;As easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing two do three words four you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way two say those three words&lt;br /&gt;And that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when i fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Best that i've had.&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad that i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love bein around you.&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy as easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing two do three words four you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way two say those three words&lt;br /&gt;And that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.i love you&lt;br /&gt;(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, its easy as 1234&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing two do three words four you i love you&lt;br /&gt;(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way two say those three words&lt;br /&gt;Thats what ill do i love you&lt;br /&gt;(i love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;One two three four i love you.&lt;br /&gt;(iloveyou)&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7493398634479751808?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7493398634479751808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7493398634479751808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/1234-i-love-u.html' title='1..2...3..4.. i love u :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-431505461926802939</id><published>2009-09-19T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:58:44.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SrSq0eqDA_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8eS6C5FR_jA/s1600-h/Sex-And-The-City-Poster-C12158661-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SrSq0eqDA_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8eS6C5FR_jA/s320/Sex-And-The-City-Poster-C12158661-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383115273173926898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SrSqzmlMGcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uSx9Edw5HTU/s1600-h/carrie-bradshaw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SrSqzmlMGcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uSx9Edw5HTU/s320/carrie-bradshaw.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383115258121165250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of Sex and the City, an American T.V. series which was broadcast on HBO from 1998 until 2004. But I actually watched the entire six seasons just last year on DVD and I totally love it. Maybe because I like Carrie’s kind of life and her unique fashion sense. And of course, I am dying to have a job like hers. While I was still working in Bangkok, I usually arrived at my condo around 6-ish but even though I was tired and exhausted, I always make it a point to watch at least one or two episodes per day.  Oh, how I love the goils, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was browsing the net and found a site that directed me to Sex and the City and I got these lines based from the series which was narrated by Carrie. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As we speed along this endless road to the destination called who we hope to be, I can't help but whine, 'Are we there yet?'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you are single there is always one thing you should take out with you on a Saturday night... your friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Balls are to men what purses are to women.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every once in awhile, a girl has to indulge herself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn't one occasion where people celebrate you. ... Hallmark doesn't make a "congratulations, you didn't marry the wrong guy" card. And where's the flatware for going on vacation alone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breath and reboot.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, there goes! I would love to watch the t.v. series again but what with my tight schedule and other priorities in life. I reckon I will have the luxury of time this sem-break. Anyhoo, it’s a long weekend for me since there will be no classes on Monday. Now is the only time I get to blog again and browse the net. I just get so tired during week days that I almost always immediately retire to bed right after I prep up for another day’s work.  Right now, I am quite adjusted in my job and I just want to say thank you to all my co-teachers in the pre-school dep. in helping me out when I was still on the process of learning the ropes of this and that. I know there’s still some growing up for me to do. Ivy is still a work in progress, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I am now in Bukidnon and taking my time surfing the net and reading books. We’re supposed to go down today at Capcom to attend a reunion since tita Uly arrived from Switzerland but I am not so sure if we will since Papa Z’s quite busy with some important matters. &lt;br /&gt;My brother and I had quite a long chat 2 nights ago and he’s been telling me about this guy named Cori.  (grandson of Sarah) Anyway, my brother wants to pair me off with this guy who he aptly describes as a guy who is full of life and he added that Cori is good for me since I am the opposite of him, and that there will be a some state of balance. Hahaha! I can really sense that my brother is so excited and all and it makes me smile knowing that he is still interested in my so-called droning love life.haha! I just shrug it off but he’s been asking me about this and that, if tita give the e-mail and some details of ‘tis n tat’. Haha… Cori is a 27-year-old Jewish guy who is full of life. A little detail I know of him and I am sure that my brother will be asking me again the next time we will chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am not really in a rush. I know I am not getting any younger but having someone is not really one of my top priorities right now although I admit it’s always nice to have someone to talk with, to go to the movies or parties and simply to grow up with. But being single and free is just so awesome and amazingly perfect for now. There are some few good men who text and all that but no one has captured my heart yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in God’s perfect time… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is all for now. Be blogging more when I am not on a BUSY BEE mode.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos y abrazos everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-431505461926802939?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/431505461926802939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/431505461926802939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-big-fan-of-sex-and-city-american-t.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SrSq0eqDA_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8eS6C5FR_jA/s72-c/Sex-And-The-City-Poster-C12158661-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8815802463958764426</id><published>2009-09-12T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:49:26.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaFuwovRI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ce_0CAhzuhw/s1600-h/zzzzzdohmonlkrr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaFuwovRI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ce_0CAhzuhw/s320/zzzzzdohmonlkrr.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380422865577884946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaFEH4W3I/AAAAAAAAAak/vA7zCSutC4w/s1600-h/1212122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaFEH4W3I/AAAAAAAAAak/vA7zCSutC4w/s320/1212122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380422854132652914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaEsWSPeI/AAAAAAAAAac/_bepyJ9V6iQ/s1600-h/11111222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaEsWSPeI/AAAAAAAAAac/_bepyJ9V6iQ/s320/11111222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380422847750618594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat we had yesterday really helped me a lot in the long view of my personal and social life.  The journey was truly wonderful and inspiring as well. In life, we have to be still for awhile so that we can listen to the inner voice from within. Also, it is in our moments of silence that God will hear us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need not to worry about anything that bothers me. I just have to open my eyes with excitement and start each day with wonder and awe. Life is a matter of attitude. I must see to it that I am vibrating positive energies and that I will always see the glass half-full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest also underscored about touching the Holy thru ordinariness, thru self-esteem and thru friendship. There’s the saying that goes, “The world becomes more beautiful when your family treats you as a friend and your friends treat you as family.” When we are temporarily lost sometimes, it is our friends that will find us and bring us back to the right track. So, I want to thank all my super friends and my family for all the love they have showered to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Family—I love my family so much. It is through them that I still have the strength to go on and face my fears and psychological ghosts head-on. We carry our family wherever we go; we cannot leave them, physically yes but psycho-emotionally, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest also played the song from Il Divo entitled “Mama”. I already heard this song many times since we had a copy but yesterday was the only moment that I truly absorbed it and tears rolled down my cheeks. I just remember my younger days when my Mama would bring me to and fro to school and how happy and excited I was whenever I see her waiting for me at the waiting area. You know, I always have this sparkling glow of excitement in my eyes whenever I see her and there was this one instance way back in kindergarten when she came in late to pick me up. I wailed and burst into tears because I thought she was gone. Oh, how I miss my younger days.  I cried when I heard the song because there are some moments when I give more attention to my father than to my mother and there are instances when I don’t pay heed to her good advices. . I am just so so sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate the song “Glowing Inside” and “Mama” to my ever dearest Ma Fin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Glowing Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You make me glow&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So glad that I have you&lt;br /&gt;You love me so&lt;br /&gt;Now all is bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always thank you for the glow&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the joy&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love you give to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing, glowing inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your love shining through&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing inside because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, my growing years&lt;br /&gt;They're filled with joy&lt;br /&gt;Because you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;You cast my fears away&lt;br /&gt;You wipe those tears&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the glow&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the joy&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love you give to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing, glowing inside&lt;br /&gt;With your love shining through&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm glowing inside because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows of what tomorrow brings&lt;br /&gt;My glowing wings can make me fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach and now I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I'll sore up high&lt;br /&gt;So I must..thank you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and I know you believed&lt;br /&gt;and i know you had dreams&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry it took all this time to see&lt;br /&gt;that I am where I am because of your truth.. &lt;br /&gt;and i know you believed in all of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and I owe it all to you, Mama :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8815802463958764426?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8815802463958764426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8815802463958764426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/retreat.html' title='retreat'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SqsaFuwovRI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ce_0CAhzuhw/s72-c/zzzzzdohmonlkrr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4296608368617310499</id><published>2009-09-09T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:18:46.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this post is such a slack tart of late.There were so many things that happened during the past few days and I am just so glad right now that it’s over and I can pretty much relax, sit back and enjoy life as each day unfolds right before my googly, wiggly eyes. Hahaha! Anyway, the days are passing relatively quickly this year and I can’t believe that it’s almost sem break. And then after that, it’ll be Christmas once again. Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I was so busy prepping up for my students’ field demo presentation.  Teacher Jhie and I made the props laboriously. Since the theme is ethnic, we decided to have the Tiboli dance. We had a dressmaker who made the costume and it was really nice. The kids look so amazingly cute on their attire. Then we also had accessories (necklace, anklet among others) for the girls which we thrifted at some store in the market.  Making the wings for the boys was very tiring since we had to pluck the feathers one by one and stick it at the pattern. But all were done in the name of love for the kids. We want them to look good and cute during the presentation.  Too bad I wasn’t able to take some photos. It’s always been like this during presentations. What with the super handful of kids to watch over in class! It would be difficult to let them settle down for awhile for a photo session. Hahaha… It’s suppose to be a shoulda-woulda take a photo moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8GTyJX8uII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LRGEhDf4ids/s1600/ccccccccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8GTyJX8uII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LRGEhDf4ids/s320/ccccccccc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458806713068861570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pamper myself after all the hard work I’ve done during the past few “quite stressful” days.  But I am happy with everything and I know I’ve walked an extra mile in making this event for the kids a truly memorable one for them and for their parents as well. I also want to thank my co-teachers for their suggestions and also for guiding me on what to do. Being new in the department, I know I still have a loottttt of things to learn. I’ve done some mistakes over the past few months but I am willing work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I am going out by myself tomorrow and maybe I’ll go to the bookstore and check out the latest books, then maybe have my hair done and then a good massage would  prolly cap my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for a day different from yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos everyone, &lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4296608368617310499?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4296608368617310499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4296608368617310499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-this-post-is-such-slack-tart-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/S8GTyJX8uII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LRGEhDf4ids/s72-c/ccccccccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1040092272856744824</id><published>2009-08-31T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:06:16.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day w/ mommy choco, lang and tita ivy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpvUM1C69_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EsrUX0sFWWY/s1600-h/choconewwww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpvUM1C69_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EsrUX0sFWWY/s320/choconewwww.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123897059670002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpvUMUY2G2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/IV4gqpO7Mq0/s1600-h/2222222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpvUMUY2G2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/IV4gqpO7Mq0/s320/2222222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123888293256034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1040092272856744824?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1040092272856744824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1040092272856744824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-day-w-mommy-choco-lang-and-tita-ivy.html' title='fun day w/ mommy choco, lang and tita ivy :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpvUM1C69_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EsrUX0sFWWY/s72-c/choconewwww.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2775184992264016845</id><published>2009-08-28T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:59:14.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tres chic! katie et Suri...</title><content type='html'>When I was still in high school, I love to watch Dawson’s Creek (an American prime time drama) since I like Joshua Jackson so much. (ever since Mighty Ducks') He played the role of Pacey Witter and there was this season when he and Katie (Joey Potter) fell in love with each other.  Not just onscreen but also in real life. My friend Mara also loooveee this drama series sooo muchoooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was on those years that I also want to be like Joey Potter(Katie). Hahaha! Maybe it's because she’s different and I like the glow and sparkle on her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Now Katie has turned into a beautiful woman with an uber-cute young goil named Suri. I adore Suri so much. Tres chic! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa65g0CZkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/24v-hPdlAVc/s1600-h/180px-Dawsonscreekalbumcover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa65g0CZkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/24v-hPdlAVc/s320/180px-Dawsonscreekalbumcover1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688702536771138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa65GQlWMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9-YPjS5m3UQ/s1600-h/katie-holmes-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa65GQlWMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9-YPjS5m3UQ/s320/katie-holmes-profile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688695408744642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6hgZPJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UGM3pxI-0wk/s1600-h/18844188_w434_h_q80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6hgZPJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UGM3pxI-0wk/s320/18844188_w434_h_q80.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688290107499746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6hS2tOGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XU80uV_3Ez0/s1600-h/katietomsuri.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6hS2tOGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XU80uV_3Ez0/s320/katietomsuri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688286473009250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6g3pPDUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6B849DIMQNo/s1600-h/suri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6g3pPDUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6B849DIMQNo/s320/suri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688279168748866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6gq2vadI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PXDm6AXVs-A/s1600-h/les+tres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6gq2vadI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PXDm6AXVs-A/s320/les+tres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688275735734738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6gGLHmmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KK2qCxkAOU4/s1600-h/293.cruise.suri.lc.110708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa6gGLHmmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KK2qCxkAOU4/s320/293.cruise.suri.lc.110708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688265889094242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2775184992264016845?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2775184992264016845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2775184992264016845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/tres-chic-katie-et-suri.html' title='tres chic! katie et Suri...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spa65g0CZkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/24v-hPdlAVc/s72-c/180px-Dawsonscreekalbumcover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1501227742134801548</id><published>2009-08-27T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:03:20.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. now ive got all the time to write in my own blogoshere again. I have four days off but tomorrow I’ll be busy with some stuff to do. Janess invited me to come along with her and her friends but I will be touching base tomorrow in Bukidnon as I don’t want to be in the crowded city of cdo. I abhor the fumes, traffic and everything else in the city.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I wish I could move into a community that is super clean and green, wherein I can lazily read books under big oak tress or maybe sit in the dock by the lake with someone I love, or baking cookies and loving the vanilla-like scent that wafts outside the french windows; a community wherein I can stay at some corner café and read journals, wherein I can walk in the park with my dog.. and the lists will go on and on. I have this picture of my dream house and I wish I will be able to build one someday. It’s the typical American cottage with a white picket fence and a hammock by the patio and a white mailbox on the front yard. Hmm.. so much of this wishful thinking, hija! Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat_Naf8dI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pFmXTnxsCDI/s1600-h/dock.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat_Naf8dI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pFmXTnxsCDI/s320/dock.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674506757435858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat-gWSCgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/D5POEO_jmg0/s1600-h/mastiff-mailbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat-gWSCgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/D5POEO_jmg0/s320/mastiff-mailbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674494660151810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat-Q0oLpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/bqCptd9wxGw/s1600-h/417_Reserve+Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat-Q0oLpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/bqCptd9wxGw/s320/417_Reserve+Dock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674490492464786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat9_4KTGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VTRHmSLSUMU/s1600-h/picketfence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat9_4KTGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VTRHmSLSUMU/s320/picketfence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674485943880802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpauhPbUJWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_m-vZIEp4Sk/s1600-h/park.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpauhPbUJWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_m-vZIEp4Sk/s320/park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374675091413280098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spauglf4K5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/oMVFT6OjhmM/s1600-h/f_11039733_1.jpeg"&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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spauglf4K5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/oMVFT6OjhmM/s320/f_11039733_1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374675080158129042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am home alone right now. My parents and my brother went to visit my sister while my cousin went somewhere else.  It gets lonely sometimes but I also love my extra moments of silence. I love my “me” moments, its one way for me to unwind. I’ve got to loosen up and enjoy whatever life brings me, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I let myself a good cry which I think is good for me. I need to release the tensions and everything else that’s eating me alive. Kuya Jp stepped up to the plate and shared to me the pros and cons of this and that, building confidence, aggressive versus assertive and one by one,  we tackled my problems and knocked some sense of the crazy situation where I am in. I felt good after our long talk and I thank Kuya Jp for being there for me all the time. I might consider him as my worst enemy, but deep inside I know he truly cares for me. He just happens to have this crazy hot temper that clashes with mine so we often get into petty quarrels. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s about all. Have a happy long weekend everyone! Besos….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks google images! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1501227742134801548?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1501227742134801548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1501227742134801548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Spat_Naf8dI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pFmXTnxsCDI/s72-c/dock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7025772890133399412</id><published>2009-08-25T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:50:20.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marian et jun's wedding :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPB1rVm2iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WndmGYfnQfU/s1600-h/wed66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPAvfaS4ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2j53tnAPHLE/s320/new5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850702501306770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPAuyAVc9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/0Hl7XywvC1Y/s1600-h/new2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPAuyAVc9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/0Hl7XywvC1Y/s320/new2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850690312827858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPAuSe5JUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/616eYCPb1rY/s1600-h/999.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPAuSe5JUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/616eYCPb1rY/s320/999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850681851061570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I attended Marian and Jun’s wedding. It was so nice and I was able to see some of my high school classmates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed that day.  Want to write more about it but I am just so busy these days. I am just so happy for Marian and Jun. Wishing them all the good things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7025772890133399412?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7025772890133399412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7025772890133399412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/marian-et-juns-wedding.html' title='marian et jun&apos;s wedding :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SpPB1rVm2iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WndmGYfnQfU/s72-c/wed66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5833779131336922327</id><published>2009-07-26T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:24:59.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am totally bored out of my wits. I also need to ditch this doom and gloom attitude and enjoy what life has to offer. Indeed it is true that happiness is not ready made so one must work for it to be able to achieve it. So I am trying to figure out how I can be happy with my life right now.  There are just moments and instances that I feel so down and all; some hidden and mixed emotions that cannot be explained and some ideas that are being put off because of low self-esteem and self confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn to appreciate what I have right now&lt;/span&gt; --- Appreciation is the key word! I need to appreciate tiny, small packages of blessings that are freely given to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life and beauty of nature at its best&lt;/span&gt;--  I am blessed to be living in Bukidnon. I love the mountains and the green grasses of home. When I walk barefooted, I love the feel of green grasses growing under my feet and love the smell of grasses that are freshly trim or cut. When I need to relax, I just prop up my pillows, grab a good book, quench my thirst by drinking pineapple juice, stretch out in the patio and look up on the clear blue skies.  And I also love it when it rains; it reminds me so much of grade school/high school and the simple pleasure of living in a place far away from the hustle and bustle of city life. When happiness means eating banana q with friends, sitting on the plaza, piano lesson with my best friend at Tita Merlyn’s house, chit chatting about the days of our lives over my friend’s place, walking home in the rain with friends, giggling over high school crushes and friends’ sleeping over at my place during final examm. Oh memories… beautifully folded and pressed between the pages and corners of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All great things come from small beginnings&lt;/span&gt;— so do small ideas that will come out big later on.  I have some ideas that would glow like neon traffic light but sometimes I tend to throw it on the back burner and simply forget about it. So now is the time to entertain small ideas that will turn out big later on in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-clutter things in life&lt;/span&gt;- Sometimes schedules turn way too hectic that it is nearly impossible to de-clutter things in life that are no longer needed. So, I guess it is high time to leave old ugly memories behind and have a brand new start. It also goes with some stuff in the room or in the drawers that are just accumulating dust; time to make it spic and span, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simplify things&lt;/span&gt;— I don’t have to give myself a hard time in order to come with a right choice. I’ll do whatever makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that last forever!&lt;/span&gt; – boyfriends are not the be-all and end-all!  They come and go but FRIENDS--&gt; friends are there for life. I miss watching F-R-I-EN-D-S! I love that T.V sit com so much that I almost always died of laughing watching them goofing around and cracking up jokes to the maximum. And yeah, thanks to all my friends for the laughter, tears and snippets of this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the hearth is&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, the comfort of home. Nothing truly beats off the comfort that a home can give. When I say home, I also mean my family. I know it is home when it is equated with the word family.  Yesterday, Pa and Ma watched classic cartoons together and it made me smile knowing that they still enjoy each other’s company. Alright, they also have their share of marital differences but never did I see my father lift a finger to Ma. I believe that the greatest gift a father could offer to his children is to love his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faith that is deep and true&lt;/span&gt;—Authentic faith to one God.  And knowing that everything happens because of HIM alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5833779131336922327?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5833779131336922327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5833779131336922327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_26.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1869736740586468531</id><published>2009-07-23T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:40:28.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a lotus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Smg-E7SmCuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/g2KHAapf0bE/s1600-h/lotus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Smg-E7SmCuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/g2KHAapf0bE/s320/lotus1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361603610740656866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a lotus...which means, no matter how ugly, how evil and how sinful everyone around you might become, do not allow yourself to be stained. A lotus remains beautiful even as it lingers in the filthy waters of the ponds. Don’t be contaminated, do not be influenced by worthless means. Remain radiant among the shadows of darkness. Be a LOTUS it has to start with one to fill the pond with more. -Confucius-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1869736740586468531?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1869736740586468531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1869736740586468531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-lotus.html' title='Be a lotus....'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Smg-E7SmCuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/g2KHAapf0bE/s72-c/lotus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4213007200792865441</id><published>2009-07-21T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:43:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love you mucho,papa!</title><content type='html'>I am glad tomorrow is Wednesday already. Two more days then it’s going to be a long weekend for me.  But I won’t be able to go home on friday night since Mara invited me to attend on her 25th birthday celeb at her place. I am thinking of finishing all the stuff I need to do on saturday morning so that I will be free as a bird on sunday and monday. Hahay! So many things to do yet so little time to do it. I can hardly wait for sem break. I know its still like 2 months away but I just want to skip the days and jump to the most awaited break. Two weeks of break is like heaven for me right now. I just miss the moments when I can just lounge around and let the days pass without worries. Oh dear, I miss those hakuna matata days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I often wish that I can be my own boss. I just can’t handle the pressure and stress of being an employee. It is probably because I am not the pleaser type. I just don’t do things or maybe pretend to be like this and like that to please everyone around me. I am who I am—no sugar coating, no twisting and spinning of things. I just remembered that my father once told me that he can never see himself as an employee; he can never see himself fitting in a “culture” of an institution. He wants to be his own boss; boss of his time, boss of his plans and visions.  So that is why my father is a businessman. Through the years I have seen him as someone with authority, someone with a voice that everyone seems to listen. I have seen him plan and solve many problems and I like it because he does all those things without consulting to someone with authority because he is his own boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhnZKzocI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7lcjNbPvn08/s1600-h/1_268414692l.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhnZKzocI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7lcjNbPvn08/s320/1_268414692l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360938998341804482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday afternoon, I had one of the most wonderful moments with my father.  We were at the patio talking about the days of our lives. It felt good to be able to discuss with him some serious matters concerning my life right now. And I could really say that I am no longer the “baby” in the family. I’m already a 25-year-old grown up dealing with life’s ups and downs every single day. I have loads of problems and worries that I keep to myself. But last Sunday, I was able to express it to my father and he listened without interfering. I shared to him about my faith in God and told him that I want to see myself in the kind of faith that I can see myself growing. I briefly shared with him about a certain guy I like and he nodded with approval and he also shared something about marriage. He told me that it will just come when it is really meant for me, and if it’s not then maybe God has other plans for me. If a daughter is being good to her parents, then God will send someone who is also good, someone who is imbued with good values. Right now, I am quite living the “single” life and happy about it. I still have heaps of fun and exploration to do in this crazy world. Also, I shared to my father about work and how I have always wanted to be a businesswoman. I told him I cannot see myself forever teaching young kids and that I need to invest into something else. Well, he advised me to finish my masters degree first and just be open to new possibilities as it comes.  I was quite relieved after our long talk and now I know that whenever I need some encouragement, I just go straight to my father who knows me best.  I love you, papa! Thank you so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhnETftYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8vAz99Lccvc/s1600-h/1_154319495l.jpg"&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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhnETftYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8vAz99Lccvc/s320/1_154319495l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360938992741102978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhmhIYFtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5XCJa2IGc1I/s1600-h/1_898957867l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhmhIYFtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5XCJa2IGc1I/s320/1_898957867l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360938983299225298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4213007200792865441?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4213007200792865441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4213007200792865441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-glad-tomorrow-is-wednesday-already.html' title='love you mucho,papa!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmXhnZKzocI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7lcjNbPvn08/s72-c/1_268414692l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-831729330632208976</id><published>2009-07-20T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:41:51.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me likey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-831729330632208976?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/831729330632208976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/831729330632208976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-likey_20.html' title='me likey!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2636527457556343810</id><published>2009-07-19T09:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:59:28.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9v4WkVPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ePqXsYR9GX4/s1600-h/weddin5.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9v4WkVPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ePqXsYR9GX4/s320/weddin5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359984768058676466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9v1jOzjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0RNmIvILN3s/s1600-h/uuuuu22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9v1jOzjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0RNmIvILN3s/s320/uuuuu22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359984767306485298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9vgsYFPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4DaNmVke250/s1600-h/5931_103893069323_707044323_2001471_2409380_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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9vgsYFPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4DaNmVke250/s320/5931_103893069323_707044323_2001471_2409380_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359984761707697394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dok and Leizel's wedding :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2636527457556343810?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2636527457556343810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2636527457556343810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding.html' title='wedding!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SmJ9v4WkVPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ePqXsYR9GX4/s72-c/weddin5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-331704454961244059</id><published>2009-07-15T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:55:50.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine after the rain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sly0V9pbLBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qHLfEWSUYNw/s1600-h/sunsgine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sly0V9pbLBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qHLfEWSUYNw/s320/sunsgine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358355946082610194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now past 11 pm and I just woke up from my sleep. I was so tired and exhausted when I arrived home from work that I crashed to bed right after I freshened up.  There’s a kid who celebrated his birthday in the classroom this afternoon so I was free for dinner since they handed out crispy fried chicken, burger and apple pie from Mcdo. So stuffed! And the name of the celebrant is the same as of my ex. Hmm…  I haven’t really thought of him that much anymore. I guess time really heals all wounded hearts. After debating to myself if I still love him, I can absolutely conclude right now that I am way past over him.  The feelings I had for him simply vanished like thin air, like the last flame of fire being extinguished, like a glowing ember gradually losing its light—a dying fire, a dying love. Sad to know but hey, it’s a great relief at the same time. a sunshine after the rain... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sly0-PH0FhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Xh6T64mt9sw/s1600-h/bas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sly0-PH0FhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Xh6T64mt9sw/s320/bas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356637968242194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my friend Bas is getting married this Saturday and of course I am invited. But the thing is that there’s an important activity in school this Saturday. I desperately want to attend her wedding and now I am kind of torn between attending a wedding or attending a V.I. activity in school. I am just so happy and excited for my dear friend Bas. She deserves a wonderful man like Dok. :) Another sunshiny day for Bas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…  what else? Oh well, I am getting addicted in answering Know-It-All quizzes in f.b. Some of the categories are intellectually stimulating. I got high scores in Geography, World Capitals and on situational comedies (Sit.com category) like FRIENDS, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is all for now. I will sleep again. Haha… ZzzzzzzzzzzzZZzZZzzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-331704454961244059?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/331704454961244059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/331704454961244059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunshine-after-rain.html' title='sunshine after the rain....'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sly0V9pbLBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qHLfEWSUYNw/s72-c/sunsgine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-199623781944196430</id><published>2009-07-12T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:19:01.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday&apos;s best...'/><title type='text'>Sun-day special!</title><content type='html'>It’s Sunday!  I wasn’t able to touch base in my beloved Bukidnon because I have tons of things to do here. I woke up pretty late today then I did my laundry and then  headed off to church with my cousin. For lunch, we had crispy fried chicken, then double dutch icecream, and nacho chips to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck at what the priest shared to us during the homily. Lately, I have been whining and complaining about everything. Every day I question myself why things didn’t turn out the way I want things to be. The last couple of weeks were filled with utter sadness and emptiness from my end. Probably because I am still at the process of adjusting to my new job and the people around me or that one of my closest friends is leaving me behind. I could pretty much describe myself right now as an “empty lonely gray cloud drifting far apart...”  But it is through these sudden pangs of emptiness and loneliness that I can absolutely say that to be vulnerable is to be human. My point is, there are moments in life when we have to be defenseless, and we have to be susceptible to risks and all so that we will know how to deal with life’s complexities and trickiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the priest also shared something about being contended with what we have. He underscored that as God’s children we have to be receptive to His empowerment. We have to count our blessings instead of whining and complaining all the time. &lt;br /&gt;So right now, I want to list all the things that I am truly thankful of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   :)For the gift of friends.. oh, I really miss my superfriends! I considered them as my life lines.&lt;br /&gt;   :) My family! I don’t know how to define my life without them. I so so so love my family and I thank them for keeping all of us in a tighter nucleus. We may not have everything in life but we have each other for comfort and care, attention and affection..etc.   hugsss…&lt;br /&gt;   :) For my job. &lt;br /&gt;   :) For my piece of sanity in this crazy lonely world.  * wishing the universe to     conspire and make all my dreams and aspirations in life to come in full fruition.&lt;br /&gt;   :) For our pet dogs. They are one of my top ten lists of de-stressors! Misty, Shadow, Dobie, Sugar, Hanna, Hanni, Hippo,Pumpkin and Yum yum. And also to Tara who died last week. :( and of course how will I ever forget our tricky monkey! Thanks muy! And also our cats… hehehe&lt;br /&gt;   :) For the comfort I have in my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;   :) And for everything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Sunday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-199623781944196430?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/199623781944196430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/199623781944196430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-day-special.html' title='Sun-day special!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4955873625519683238</id><published>2009-07-11T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:04:12.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my superfriends! :)</title><content type='html'>I feel awfully lonely these past few days. There are some things I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I miss my superfriends! :( Last week, I had a teary-eyed moment when my friend dropped by to my workplace to say goodbye. It was the same feeling when Hope and I had our last dinner before she left for U.S. :( I feel like I’m super alone. It’s just that I don’t have any close friends at my workplace. Almost all of my co-teachers in the pre-school department are married and their priorities are way different than mine. There are some thoughts that I would rather share to single friends and there are things that married people don’t understand and vice versa. But I am so thankful and blessed to have a partner like Teacher Ai. She’s someone I can easily relate with even though she’s married and has two kids on her own, (another bundle of joy will be coming soon) so that will make three. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just miss my happy, bubbly and uber fantabulous super friends!  I can’t really explain what I am feeling right now. I just miss their company that much. So I dedicate the Beatles’ “In My Life” to my dear friends but most especially to the one who is leaving so soon. I luv yah all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6TvegK-IUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6TvegK-IUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are places i'll remember&lt;br /&gt;All my life though some have changed&lt;br /&gt;Some forever not for better&lt;br /&gt;Some have gone and some remain&lt;br /&gt;All these places have their moments&lt;br /&gt;With lovers and friends i still can recall&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead and some are living&lt;br /&gt;In my life i've loved them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all these friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;There is no one compares with you&lt;br /&gt;And these memories lose their meaning&lt;br /&gt;When i think of love as something new&lt;br /&gt;Though i know i'll never lose affection&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;br /&gt;I know i'll often stop and think about them&lt;br /&gt;In my life i love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i know i'll never lose affection&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;br /&gt;I know i'll often stop and think about them&lt;br /&gt;In my life i love you more (change to ALL :))&lt;br /&gt;In my life i love you ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series of kindness there is at last one which makes the heart run over." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besos y abrazos to all my super friends,&lt;br /&gt;  ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4955873625519683238?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4955873625519683238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4955873625519683238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-all-my-superfriends.html' title='to all my superfriends! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1255620749582678265</id><published>2009-07-04T07:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:48:13.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I am back again! Weee!  I’ve been super tired for the past few weeks. It was “toxic”. Haha! Adjusting to the youngest batch of kids in the pre-school department kind of zapped my energy away and I usually got home tired and sleepy.  I hope they will all be settled weeks from now. I DESPERATELY WANT THEM TO BE SETTLED! I am thinking of ways and strategies to make them calm and responsive to the activities we have in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am feeling inadequate. I know how to tame kids before and I know how to pacify their temper tantrums but now I feel like I am losing it. I feel so helpless infront of the nursery super active class.  Hahay! But I just have to be patient with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sk6Yd8XA3CI/AAAAAAAAAVM/w0yCv80uIVI/s1600-h/jessel.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sk6Yd8XA3CI/AAAAAAAAAVM/w0yCv80uIVI/s320/jessel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354384647176379426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my sister celebrated her 27th birthday last June 25. I can’t believe that she has come to that age already. I’ve always thought that she’s only 24 or 25. Oh well, that’s my age already. Hahaha! Am I having quarter life crises? Not really. In fact I feel so good about my life right now. Although there are times that I feel so empty and alone but I always try to negate that “vast- of- swirling- emptiness” kind of feeling and I always want to look forward for another day.  I believe that it is my strong and firm belief in God that keeps me going. Whenever I feel like giving it all up, I always bow my head down and ask HIM for guidance and inspiration. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1255620749582678265?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1255620749582678265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1255620749582678265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sk6Yd8XA3CI/AAAAAAAAAVM/w0yCv80uIVI/s72-c/jessel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4919845579875937807</id><published>2009-06-15T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:40:49.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my father rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SjYXF-C2kDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3IMFV8QYN0Y/s1600-h/fathers-day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SjYXF-C2kDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3IMFV8QYN0Y/s320/fathers-day.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347486998870790194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s Day to my dear Pa Zee! My siblings and I are so blessed to have a father like him. Pa Zee is a good family man and I just want to thank him for all the good things he has given to us. I love you, pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A father's love is rare;It must be cherished."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4919845579875937807?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4919845579875937807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4919845579875937807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-father-rocks.html' title='my father rocks!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SjYXF-C2kDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3IMFV8QYN0Y/s72-c/fathers-day.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7278654336179212639</id><published>2009-06-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:03:08.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all! I was dang tired when I arrived home from work today. My eyes were quitting on me so I slept for an hour and then freshened up afterwards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really want to read books right now and my hands are itchy to grab hold a copy of any book that will transport me into another realm. You know, the kind of book wherein I can forget the reality of life and just simply enjoy temporary meanderings. It’s like having an aimless amble of a winding path that leads me to even wonderful surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have to purchase a book next week. Gudnyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7278654336179212639?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7278654336179212639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7278654336179212639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-all-i-was-dang-tired-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3614158208768635480</id><published>2009-06-03T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:38:52.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoria de mis putas tristes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiZ8sRcBmII/AAAAAAAAAU8/ziXMZpuEpUU/s1600-h/175px-MemoriesOfMyMelancholyWhores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiZ8sRcBmII/AAAAAAAAAU8/ziXMZpuEpUU/s320/175px-MemoriesOfMyMelancholyWhores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343095107958708354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3614158208768635480?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3614158208768635480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3614158208768635480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/memoria-de-mis-putas-tristes.html' title='Memoria de mis putas tristes!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiZ8sRcBmII/AAAAAAAAAU8/ziXMZpuEpUU/s72-c/175px-MemoriesOfMyMelancholyWhores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1345308857125004523</id><published>2009-05-31T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:32:33.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy... :)</title><content type='html'>I’ m a naturally good person and I hate getting into fights. If possible, I want everybody to be friends. But of course, that idea is nearly close to impossible. People get into petty quarrels sometimes; it cannot be avoided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I am at peace with everyone around me and for that I am so happy. I get along pretty well with my co-teachers and I am slowly adjusting to their “culture”.  My co-teachers in the pre-school department are a bunch of happy, stress-free, naturally bubbly people. Sometimes, I have to hold my tummy from laughing whenever they crack silly jokes. Since most of them are married, I get to have a dose of their “inside married couple” silly and funny stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think I am faring well and I hope it will be that way until the school year ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmm, I got 1.25 (A-) on my Statistics! Yay!! I mean, numbers will always be my waterloo but now I am just so happy that I got a high grade. Actually, a 2.0 would be enough for me but a 1.25 is quite something too.  (I mean, that is coming from a human specie like me who hates numbers!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just finished helping mama drying up the plates. Her friends will arrive few minutes from now so I’d better go and freshen up.  I am so happy that I’m able to post a lot of things today. Just taking my time over the weekend because I know I won’t be posting that often on weekdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before my poor memory gets the better of me, I just want to express my happiness to my dear friend and co-teacher before in OCGS, Hope Janicesharie, for finally being reunited with her husband in the U.S.  She just arrived in California yesterday and then will be heading to Tucson where she and Sammy will live together.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besos,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(last hirit before Sunday ends.. hehehe! have a fruitful weekdays ahead to all!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1345308857125004523?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1345308857125004523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1345308857125004523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-happy.html' title='happy happy... :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2593332974955563807</id><published>2009-05-31T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:54:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiHxbBKq0SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tPfElO82P7Y/s1600-h/happy_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiHxbBKq0SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tPfElO82P7Y/s320/happy_life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341816079510065442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2593332974955563807?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2593332974955563807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2593332974955563807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_31.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiHxbBKq0SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tPfElO82P7Y/s72-c/happy_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5934063239800738579</id><published>2009-05-31T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:51:46.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vibrating positive energies  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiHwrXfJkfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lJGVbop_Tl8/s1600-h/303070191_1881c13cf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiHwrXfJkfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lJGVbop_Tl8/s320/303070191_1881c13cf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341815260867826162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through the net and I chanced to read an article about attracting positive energies.  In my life right now, I always want to be optimistic and I completely want to negate ugly negative energies.  I want to flush it out of my system because I absolutely want to focus on good things in life. Every thought that I have creates a certain kind of vibration. It could either be a positive or negative thought but I choose to focus on positive thoughts that will lead to produce high frequency vibrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fantasize, dream, imagine, focus, and believe. I want to be in good terms with everybody. I want to make friends to every stranger and talk about the days of their lives. I want to savor every moment I have with my family, friends and colleagues. I want to travel. I want to have a part in broadways. I want to talk more often with my friends. I want to hug more kids. I want to play cello.  I want to be friends with those people who hurt me or to those people I think I’ve hurt one way or the other.. I also want to strike the equilibrium of both worlds—the world I am now and the world thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply want to be happy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5934063239800738579?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5934063239800738579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5934063239800738579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/vibrating-positive-energies.html' title='vibrating positive energies  :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiHwrXfJkfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lJGVbop_Tl8/s72-c/303070191_1881c13cf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-488021700771493861</id><published>2009-05-30T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:07:57.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiEvnuMgHvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-Yp6vNXu4KE/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiEvnuMgHvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-Yp6vNXu4KE/s320/DSC05478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341602992499990258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-488021700771493861?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/488021700771493861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/488021700771493861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart.html' title='i heart ....'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SiEvnuMgHvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-Yp6vNXu4KE/s72-c/DSC05478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-534158799207958810</id><published>2009-05-27T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:24:50.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite busy at the moment and have been juggling a lot of things at the same time. Last week, I attended the three day seminar for new teachers and it was also the time I found out that I will be assigned to teach nursery kids. Hmm, I really don’t have any qualms about that because I’ve been to Toddlers and K-1 already so it is not really that hard for me to adjust.  And besides, I feel a different kind of fulfillment when I teach really young kids. But of course, I also want to try junior and senior kinder. I know it would be a whole lot different from nursery and toddlers’ class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love my new world in the pre-school department and I also like my co-teachers and my immediate supervisor. All of them are very friendly and accommodating and I already feel like a part of their family. (which I gladly think I am) It is really important for me that I am in a place where I can easily fit in (without pretensions) with a new “culture” and I am so happy I’m able to adjust in my new work quite easily. Hope it will be a good year for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be joining one session of Aero dance tomorrow. Guess it will be quite a long day for me. But its ok, I need diversion in my semi-droning life. Hehe.. Oh well, I am not really leading a fairly boring life. In fact the fun has just begun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 12 am already. I need to doze off now for another wonderful day awaits for me ‘morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos everyone, &lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.b.  Right now, I am so so so craving for salted fries and mcfloat so I guess tomorrow is also my cheat treat day. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-534158799207958810?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/534158799207958810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/534158799207958810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-quite-busy-at-moment-and-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8374556584528983682</id><published>2009-05-14T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:06:02.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touchy-feely :)</title><content type='html'>Oh no, I can’t believe that Coco (my computer) is turning decrepit. I have to wait for her to wheeze for life. :( It’s so sad to know that after so many years of service, she is finally on the verge on giving up on me. It’s just that being with her makes me comfortable already and she has been a part of my “comfort zone” for the past few years. Although I’ve been thinking on purchasing a portable notebook, I still can’t find another substitute for my Coco dearest. I hope she will still live longer. She’s been in and out for some check up @ the computer shop and her super hard disk was already changed to something new and all the viruses galore were already quarantined and zapped out of her system. Yet, as I was typing something last night she just shut down on me without prior notice. I felt sad now. It means we will have few more years together. Mr. Computer technician advised me to purchase a new one since Coco is way so jurassic already and it’s very hard for him to find some parts to be installed on her. Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco is special to me. Papa gave it to me as a present on my 18th birthday since he did not throw a big party or debut celeb  for me. It’s not on my father’s book to have a debut celebration for me and my sister. I think my sister got a pricey watch when he turned 18 and some cash to spend on with her close friends in U.P. where she took her 1st course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s the touching part. Papa got the money to buy Coco on his trusty Buddha bank –like a piggy bank (penny/money bank) only that it’s a Buddha with a slot on the back enough to insert a rolled P500 or P1000 bill. But anyway it’s a Buddha-slash-piggybank. Haha! And that rolled paper bills accumulated into something big— a quite large amount of money for Papa to buy me a computer worth 40thou something and that computer is my coco dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s not just a computer. It’s more than that, it's more than tangible. I feel a very deep sense of connection with her. Last night I prayed that she would turn on this morning because I have lots of things to type and voila!!!, she actually did after a few attempts of pressing F1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Coco! Besos y abrazos to you my dear old friend. No, I am way much older than you so relax, we’re doing fine. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8374556584528983682?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8374556584528983682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8374556584528983682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/touchy-feely.html' title='touchy-feely :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2642346377906195969</id><published>2009-05-13T15:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:12:31.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ivy is...</title><content type='html'>Ivy is going Japanese, Chinese et Thai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp78ariygI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QOJg7hP_p5o/s1600-h/I-Not-Stupid-Too-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp78ariygI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QOJg7hP_p5o/s320/I-Not-Stupid-Too-Cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335212986458098178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my course mates and I watched “I NOT STUPID TOO”.  It was a Singaporean film that tackled on the issue of parent-child relationship and how parents neglected their kids because of their fast growing career, wherein their mode of communication was sticking post-it notes on the fridge among others. The language used on the film was Mandarin although there was a bit of English too. I guess the setting was in Singapore. It was a very good movie and I think parents, as well as teachers should watch this film. Teachers also play a very important role on the lives of their students.&lt;br /&gt; FAMILY (def.) FAther and Mother I LOVE YOU! (from the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I met Jo’s cousin yesterday and finally got my fried Tao Kae Noi Japanese crispy seaweed. I love eating this crispy snack when I was still in Bkk. I let my brother taste it and he threw up because for him it really tasted awful-slash-yucky! Aacckk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp8FZJRIvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qXJfWIF0qNc/s1600-h/TaoKaeNoi-Seaweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp8FZJRIvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qXJfWIF0qNc/s320/TaoKaeNoi-Seaweed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213140664722162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp-bgwSgxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RM11xZo_FdQ/s1600-h/standing_hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp-bgwSgxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RM11xZo_FdQ/s320/standing_hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335215719687815954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is caught crushing…&lt;br /&gt;       He's my sister’s school mate in University of the Philippines. My sister finished her Agri-Busines course there while he (the crush) finished Economics and now is pursuing his master’s degree somewhere in the U.S.  Before, I often heard my sister sharing some things about this certain guy who was their campus “Clark Kent” (from the t.v series Smallville) and she even showed me a photo of him during their open house. My sister stayed before at 5th of September Mansion and they always have this open house thingie wherein they can invite friends to come over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward… Now after so many years I found him on F.B. while I hovered from where my sister was browsing the net. And I think I told my sister, (was it told or declared?!? hahaha!)  “he is so cute, he’s my crush already!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only a crush… Feels like h.s. all over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2642346377906195969?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2642346377906195969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2642346377906195969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/ivy-is.html' title='ivy is...'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sgp78ariygI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QOJg7hP_p5o/s72-c/I-Not-Stupid-Too-Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5346373798410191961</id><published>2009-05-12T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:06:02.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Someone is screwing my browser. :(  but why oh why? kinda scary.. Sometimes, my feedjit says I am in Zaboanga when in fact I haven't been there yet or sometimes it would change to top manila blogs and now I am suddenly in continental U.S. Where will my next destination be? The road to Timbuktu? FYI:  its a city in the West African nation of Mali. I would love to go there! I always want to have a job wherein I can travel to different places and visit exotic lands. Hahay! Wishful thinking! I will try to catch that dream somehow and follow my heart’s intuition. I’ve got all my life to live so I wouldn’t want to waste it moping around and figuring things out why this and that happens. As Jennifer Love Hewitt’s song goes, “Don’t push the river, let it flow”. Although the lyrics of the song were used in the context of love et letting go, I kinda used mine in a manner that suits me. Or the way I would like to define my life. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I am so sleepy right now. My eyes are quitting on me. My 2nd class (subject) ended this morning and my course mates and I gave our Professor a token of appreciation. Tomorrow I reckon I will be meeting my group mates again for another round of revisions and stuff. Oh well… Then next week I will be attending a seminar in the school where I am accepted to teach as a pre-school teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still post something in this wonderful blogosphere of mine. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5346373798410191961?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5346373798410191961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5346373798410191961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-661205492105274610</id><published>2009-05-03T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:18:09.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>certified dog-lover! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sf2LI7Ws9BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4hahyWw6yTU/s1600-h/ivydogs+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sf2LI7Ws9BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4hahyWw6yTU/s320/ivydogs+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331570519364662290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sf2LIsoGcuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/EhqJ-qyUxfg/s1600-h/ivydogs+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sf2LIsoGcuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/EhqJ-qyUxfg/s320/ivydogs+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331570515411104482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-661205492105274610?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/661205492105274610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/661205492105274610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/certified-dog-lover.html' title='certified dog-lover! :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/Sf2LI7Ws9BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4hahyWw6yTU/s72-c/ivydogs+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-7994033181432602439</id><published>2009-05-02T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:05:52.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I thought my sister and I would be sitting all morning watching movies on the telly. Too bad we weren’t able to do it. Suddenly, watching movies doesn’t pique my interest anymore.  I don’t know why, it’s prolly because I have other things going on in my semi-cluttered brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand the weather anymore. On mornings when I head off for my class, I can really feel the scorching heat prickling my skin and then in the afternoon rain will suddenly slosh off and I have to curse under my breath for not bringing an umbrella.. Arghh! The supposed-to-be tropical weather in the pacific is now suddenly giving me a hard time deciding on what my ensemble should be for the day. I mean, my clothes and accessories should be well coordinated with the weather, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am thinking a lot of things right now. First off, I need to research over the net some activities for my class next week. Then, I have to browse through my book in Inferential Statistics since we will be having a quiz by Saturday. Oh, I’m deciding to sleep on it. I just want to be well-rested on weekends. And the week after next, I have to go visit the school that accepted me as a pre-school teacher to sign some forms and be officially hired. Thing is that, I have a class so I have to muster enough courage to ask my professor to excuse me on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that’s it for now. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-7994033181432602439?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7994033181432602439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/7994033181432602439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-i-thought-my-sister-and-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5473547153237581516</id><published>2009-05-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:34:32.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I am glad to be back again. I have been quite busy for the past few days. Summer classes is still on-going and I am already on module 2 which is all about developing social skills of young children. It is good because it is activity-based and the games and activities should then be supported by theories. We don’t have a class today since its Labor Day but I met up with my group mates this morning to discuss on how we go about our surevy thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Papa and Mama’s 32nd wedding anniversary and yesterday I went with them at the grocery to buy some food for tonight’s little celeb. I tossed the salad while my Aunt cooked pasta and some meat. Mai2x (kuya’s gf) bought two layers of cake and a vodka. We had a gastronomic dinner tonight and I was so stuffed that I volunteered to wash the dishes, that way, I will not be tempted to crash at the sofa.  Then of course, the day will not end without me taking photoshots of my wonderful parents and they still looked so in love after 32 years of being stuck together. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently savoring this moment where I can just sit back and relax. Tomorrow, I am going to have a movie marathon together with my sister. Janess lends me some must-feel-good movies. Annie and I also exchanged books, I let her read my Twilight series and she also let me read her shopaholic collection. Then on Tuesday I am going to see Mara in her fully chopped hair. Wow! It’s quite something to look forward to. I haven’t seen her for many weeks already and she kept on telling me to cut my hair too, just like the ‘do we had when we were still in high school. But I just can’t cut my hair right now and I don’t want to experiment either. It’s just that my family is so against me cutting my hair real short because it would make me look plump. Although I really do like Katie Holmes’ chopped hair.. or maybe its just Katie…uhmm not the hair. I am a big fan of Katie way back to her Dawson Creek’s days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… I also want to have a major makeover. I browsed through Mischa’s blog and I saw some of her pretty photoshots. Her hair was kinda slashed/sliced at the sides and she had that cute bangs ever. Hmm, I like  Aniston’s hairdo too!&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am still in the process of imagining myself in that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well, my hair definition will always be straight and simple. That is simply me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIRZGrXuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WnhnGpjlPq0/s1600-h/mischa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIRZGrXuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WnhnGpjlPq0/s320/mischa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863678812806882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIQ0CAi4I/AAAAAAAAATs/E6UGyhyrWvA/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIQ0CAi4I/AAAAAAAAATs/E6UGyhyrWvA/s320/katie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863668861111170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIQWU5I9I/AAAAAAAAATk/aHc7dQ0ICY8/s1600-h/aniston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIQWU5I9I/AAAAAAAAATk/aHc7dQ0ICY8/s320/aniston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863660887253970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5473547153237581516?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5473547153237581516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5473547153237581516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-i-am-glad-to-be-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SfsIRZGrXuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WnhnGpjlPq0/s72-c/mischa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3657312384473242146</id><published>2009-04-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:24:14.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world!</title><content type='html'>Hello world! I’ve been out of the circulation for such a long time. Oh well, when things are going smoothly with my life and when the internet is not working properly because of these super viruses galore, I tend to hibernate and only post my entries in my mind or in my old trusty journals at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t think of anything to post right now. Oh well, I am happy or at least trying to be happy. But if I have to sum things up in my life right now, I really think I am happy and contented with all these tiny blessings that come my way. Being happy is a choice, right?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for everything! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3657312384473242146?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3657312384473242146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3657312384473242146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world.html' title='hello world!'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-4277277584982633641</id><published>2009-03-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:16:32.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'> kaleidoscope by F.M. </title><content type='html'>So many faces, so many races&lt;br /&gt;Different voices, different choices&lt;br /&gt;Some are mad, while others laugh&lt;br /&gt;Some live alone with no better half&lt;br /&gt;Others grieve while others curse&lt;br /&gt;And others mourn behind a big black hearse&lt;br /&gt;Some are pure and some half-bred&lt;br /&gt;Some are sober and some are wasted&lt;br /&gt;Some are rich because of fate and&lt;br /&gt;Some are poor with no food on their plate&lt;br /&gt;Some stand out while others blend&lt;br /&gt;Some are fat and stout while some are thin&lt;br /&gt;Some are friends and some are foes&lt;br /&gt;Some have some while some have most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every color and every hue&lt;br /&gt;Is represented by me and you&lt;br /&gt;Take a slide in the slope&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' round, make it twirl&lt;br /&gt;In this kaleidoscope world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are great and some are few&lt;br /&gt;Others lie while some tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Some say poems and some do sing&lt;br /&gt;Others sing through their guitar strings&lt;br /&gt;Some know it all while some act dumb&lt;br /&gt;Let the bassline strum to the bang of the drum&lt;br /&gt;Some can swim while some will sink&lt;br /&gt;And some will find their minds and think&lt;br /&gt;Others walk while others run&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk peace and have a gun&lt;br /&gt;Some are hurt and start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Some are friends and some are foes&lt;br /&gt;Some have some while some have most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every color and every hue&lt;br /&gt;Is represented by me and you&lt;br /&gt;Take a slide in the slope&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' round, make it twirl&lt;br /&gt;In this kaleidoscope world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-4277277584982633641?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4277277584982633641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/4277277584982633641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/kaleidoscope-by-fm.html' title=' kaleidoscope by F.M. &lt;I MSS YOU, MASTER RAPPER!&gt;'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5852319870633595404</id><published>2009-03-06T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:02:54.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy is sad! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEQkt5F5JI/AAAAAAAAATc/j3MbzrUgMXw/s1600-h/450px-FrancisM_airport.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEQkt5F5JI/AAAAAAAAATc/j3MbzrUgMXw/s320/450px-FrancisM_airport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310043658626917522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       francismagalona.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that Francis M., my ultimate rap idol died today. Good bye my MASTER RAPPER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5852319870633595404?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5852319870633595404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5852319870633595404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/ivy-is-sad.html' title='Ivy is sad! :('/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEQkt5F5JI/AAAAAAAAATc/j3MbzrUgMXw/s72-c/450px-FrancisM_airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6912488483204612607</id><published>2009-03-06T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:50:16.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEN7HRbWMI/AAAAAAAAATU/FCLbZaV8dOI/s1600-h/zzxx.jpg"&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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEN7HRbWMI/AAAAAAAAATU/FCLbZaV8dOI/s320/zzxx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310040744862111938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbENoyCGU6I/AAAAAAAAATM/hxLwzhndz7M/s1600-h/zz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbENoyCGU6I/AAAAAAAAATM/hxLwzhndz7M/s320/zz6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310040429923029922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbENMP37FcI/AAAAAAAAATE/5p5NRZI6Wtw/s1600-h/jessel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbENMP37FcI/AAAAAAAAATE/5p5NRZI6Wtw/s320/jessel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310039939717207490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEM4MyLAaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l4Z1MYpuN_Y/s1600-h/jerahforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEM4MyLAaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l4Z1MYpuN_Y/s320/jerahforblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310039595290395042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to congratulate these special people in my life for passing the Nursing Board Exam; my kuya Jp, Mai mai (kuya’s gf), my cousins Jerah Mae and Mec2x. And also to ate Jessel for passing NCLEX. I am proud of you, guyz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazel Tov! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6912488483204612607?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6912488483204612607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6912488483204612607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-would-like-to-congratulate-these.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SbEN7HRbWMI/AAAAAAAAATU/FCLbZaV8dOI/s72-c/zzxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6410461040949151078</id><published>2009-03-05T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:55:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am no longer upset.  I lowered my pride and befriended my brother again.  When they arrived home, I went straight to him and said hi and after that he kissed my cheek. And that was the beginning of our being friends again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my brother jp, his gf (mai), ate Sel and I went to see Papa and Mama , I directly went to the place where papa sat and gave him a light kiss on the cheek and that was the beginning of our being friends again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized a lot of things during the almost one week spat I had with my brother and my father. I realized that even if it was not really all my fault, I have to respect the fact that they are older than me. Also, I have to understand my Kuya since he easily loses his temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my other brother (jm) for lifting my spirits up and telling me not to lose hope when I am on the verge of giving up all my dreams. Even only through chats and phone calls, he still has the power to humble my proud and greedy soul. Oh I miss him so; a brother with a lot of wisdom to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sent him a message on how life could be so unfair to me and then recited my litany of complaints. He answered with, “stop whining and complaining, picture all those people without work &amp; food, those poor ones on the streets-- now, ask yourself—whose life is unfair?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I momentarily stopped typing. I felt ashamed. Sometimes he can hit me with those kinds of words that would let me see the harsh realities in life. Some kind of reality check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6410461040949151078?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6410461040949151078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6410461040949151078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-no-longer-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-8271982205162983460</id><published>2009-03-02T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:28:40.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I know I am upset these past few days but I don't want my days to turn sour all the way so I set up a new blogsite which is mainly  all about my career as an early childhood teacher. It celebrates all the happy feelings and wonderful experiences I have as a teacher. So, no more crap-o-rama moments on that site and no whines whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my new haven: http://teacherivyr.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, last week I was invited by my good friend Mara to visit her  Devcom class' exhibit and it was really good. It was also the first time in Devcom to have the exhibit outside the campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Neri of Philippine Daily Inquirer (PDI) was also there to give a short talk about Journalism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SatEOlAVOWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7hW_95VAD5s/s1600-h/n1635968049_162486_9762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SatEOlAVOWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7hW_95VAD5s/s320/n1635968049_162486_9762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308411603028621666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SatEGJV-eOI/AAAAAAAAASs/-lLxVchv8cI/s1600-h/mararararraa.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/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SatEGJV-eOI/AAAAAAAAASs/-lLxVchv8cI/s320/mararararraa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308411458164259042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-8271982205162983460?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8271982205162983460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/8271982205162983460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_02.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SatEOlAVOWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7hW_95VAD5s/s72-c/n1635968049_162486_9762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-2798226164894843390</id><published>2009-03-02T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:55:18.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I am not really feeling good the past few days. It's all because of my monstrous brother.sometimes, he can be very nice but when he gets angry he's the most monstrous person in the universe. We're not in speaking terms right now and as much as possible I try to avoid him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be friends with anyone when I am not ready. I just don't like forced-premature friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-2798226164894843390?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2798226164894843390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/2798226164894843390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-703248681464789803</id><published>2009-02-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:24:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th night blues</title><content type='html'>I had a sudden attack of grumpiness et crabbiness hours ago. It’s funny but I guess I kind of copy each tantrum of my nursery kids back in Bangkok., like Rj’s No No or Mawin and Jamie’s getting their way all the time and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this afternoon, I got prepped up to watch a variety show that will showcase different dances and events of the past decades.  My cousin was one of the performers but because my sister won’t come with me, I was stuck at home feeling down and low in spirits. She said we only have one umbrella and if we will be in it together we might end up getting colds. She hasn’t been feeling well so she thought it would be best to stay at home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can’t take a No especially if I am dead set to go but I also don’t want to go all by myself. So, I threw tantrums as a way of expressing my anger and frustrations towards my sister. She thought I went ballistic and was way too immature to handle such situation and said point blank that I was acting like a 3 or 5 year kid (or much worse than that-prolly a lunatic) and that nobody will take me seriously if I continue being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I calmed down after throwing some of the pillows and stuff and suddenly realized that my immaturity and childishness got the better of me. Sometimes, I hate myself for being that. It’s eating me alive.  I reckon I have to take Anger Management 101 although I know that deep down in my heart I can be calm, cool and collected but there are just few instances that I can’t control my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing some grocery with Ma and Pa, I ended up in a sour mood when Papa exercised his frugality to its maximum level. Meaning, I have to get only the basic commodities and that this pack is a duplication of this pack and that it has to go back to the shelf where it belongs. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after some one on one reflection of all my alter egos, I came to realize that I am plainly immature and that I have to change it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry… il be good next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just having one of those Friday the 13th night blues... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-703248681464789803?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/703248681464789803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/703248681464789803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-night-blues.html' title='friday the 13th night blues'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3694310494103151684</id><published>2009-02-12T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:39:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things :)</title><content type='html'>maki join na rin sa bandwagon. so here goes! 25 random things about me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I am the youngest among the brood of four. My sibs’ names are James Mark, James Paul and Jessel Honey Lyn –which makes me wonder why my name starts with letter “I”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I like to believe that I am my Papa’s fave child. Peace bros and sis! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I am a voracious reader and was a member of the Bookworm club in grade school. &lt;br /&gt;Books are my de-stressor when I am stressed out- books perk up my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I love to write but am plainly bad in grammar and sometimes I can’t let my tenses agree! Boohoo! But that doesn’t stop me from writing journals and blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I always crave for Italian and Mexican food—(pizza, parmesan cheese, pasta, quesadilla)Thai food is my least fave but I can’t resist the taste of Mu krup and Pa Thai so after my work back in Bangkok I gorged on those kinds of dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I was once assigned as a sport’s writer in the Schools Press Conference and was so attracted to a fellow sports writer. (ayayay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I am a  starving human specie and I thirst for knowledge and new discoveries in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I want to be uprooted in this wide universe because it’s fast becoming boring. Haha! Can I be an alien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I so so love to eat deep fried pork and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.My sister and I used to have pen friends way back in grade school from Australia when there was this West Kids friendship club or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.I love the rainy days and the happy ways I feel inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.I embrace so much of nature and everything in luscious green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.But my favorite color is red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.I have few selected friends whom I considered as my life lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.I am a certified dog lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.me likey Audrey Hepburn and how I wish I have the same pretty, sophisticated face like hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.I love old movies and classic songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.I am young at heart. I love being with kids—that is prolly why I am a pre-school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19I eat chips only with Sangkap Pinoy stamp and Cheese Curls is my all time favorite. I love seeweed chips, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.I love blogs and any journal related chuvaness in the cyber world but I still have my old trusty journals/diaries inside my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.I love moments of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I want to bake cookies and the likes but I am no use when it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.I prefer to stay at home than to go out into late night soirées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.I love being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.I treasure my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3694310494103151684?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3694310494103151684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3694310494103151684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 random things :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-45284997258588796</id><published>2009-02-12T21:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:51:55.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belated bday post for mama'/><title type='text'>ma fin :)</title><content type='html'>happy birthday, my dear ma fin! :) Thank you for filling my love cup up to the brim. i love you very much mama! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQpK12xjcI/AAAAAAAAASU/E0DfWk1rmVs/s1600-h/masbday+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQpK12xjcI/AAAAAAAAASU/E0DfWk1rmVs/s320/masbday+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301907927554166210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQo_j9q-1I/AAAAAAAAASM/EXw6j87rz0Y/s1600-h/manew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQo_j9q-1I/AAAAAAAAASM/EXw6j87rz0Y/s320/manew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301907733772696402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQowjcU7MI/AAAAAAAAASE/jSlmmPUiUjw/s1600-h/masbday+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQowjcU7MI/AAAAAAAAASE/jSlmmPUiUjw/s320/masbday+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301907475934801090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-45284997258588796?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/45284997258588796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/45284997258588796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/ma-fin.html' title='ma fin :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SZQpK12xjcI/AAAAAAAAASU/E0DfWk1rmVs/s72-c/masbday+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-3208824686649800034</id><published>2009-02-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:02:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I kind of promised myself never to write anything mushy but I guess it’s prolly due to the fact that Valentine’s Day is just a sniff away so I decided to write something about it. But no, this is not all about the plight of the hopeless unrealistic romances of all time but this is a post by a not-so-young-woman anymore (that’s yours truly) whom I reckon is feeling exultantly proud, contented and joyful from cutting clean in the so-called throes of unrequited love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, I pulled my mad jet black hair in a loose bun and caught my reflection in my parent’s full length mirror. I thought I looked like 16 going on 17. Oh well, not bad for an ancient 24- year-old turning 25 few months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my few moments of silence, I traced back the events that unfold from my very own eyes three years ago when I chose to love another human being forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I make choices in life that I am not really proud of but that year of 2005, I learned the hard way about love and commitment. And now, I can truly say that the lessons I learned hardest were the lessons that I learned best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when my life catapulted into a vast swirling of emptiness, I did the whole incognito a bit and feigned an excuse just to zap back my life and heart that was shard into pieces in just a jiffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I had a special knack for getting myself back into track. However, it did not happen overnight; it took two years, to say the least to heal whatever there is to heal. Right now, the pain still lingers but it’s alright. It is a good sign that validates my being human - (vulnerable to the emotional roller coaster ride of mixed feelings and emotions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less, I learned something than just having to mend a broken heart. I came to understand the meaning of unconditional love. (ayayay!) I’ve read somewhere that love is a state of being in which you care for someone else more than you do about yourself. When some else’s happiness defines your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my heart was broken and thus made me miserable, but it was and still is a happy misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the greatest love of all is from my family. I was up to the zenith point of loneliness, but my family didn’t desert me. My sister went all her way to perk up my mood by willingly helping me cry until we ended the night laughing into our heart’s content. My Mama filled my love cup up to the brim and Papa always gave me all those tight, meaningful bear hugs. ( A father’s love is rare; it must be cherished) and of course my two crazy brothers made sure in knocking my twisted head once in awhile and they also made silly and funny comments out of the situation to ease whatever stress I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is that when some tragic fate in life happens, (be it failing an exam, breaking one’s heart or letting go’s among others) there’s still this special kind of unit called family that will always makes a difference. Tragic fate and all the negative forces in life will make a family bond into a tighter nucleus, making it firm and solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it sometimes when the electricity suddenly shut off and everything is dark and scary because it is the the time when each member of my family will call to each other for light and guidance in the dark pathways. I like it when we come together in the living room with just a lighted candle and just simply talk about the days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thank my family for the gift of unconditional love. It was through good and bad times that I finally learn to live. The scope of my vision broadened beyond loving a person. I began to see myself as more than that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this coming day of hearts and cupids alike, I dedicate all my love to my family who nourishes and cares without interfering, gives without demanding, loves and forgives without hesitating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to the man I decided to love forever some three years ago, I wish him and his new found love a happy hearts day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hearts day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos y abrazos everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-3208824686649800034?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3208824686649800034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/3208824686649800034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-5494268524631965376</id><published>2009-02-08T07:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:31:19.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many thousands of women to love in the world but it only takes a man to love one woman in a thousand ways... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-5494268524631965376?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5494268524631965376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/5494268524631965376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-many-thousands-of-women-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6765898213463479396</id><published>2009-02-05T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:54:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgkCulF-I/AAAAAAAAARU/JrsGSBCK3AY/s1600-h/vharlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgkCulF-I/AAAAAAAAARU/JrsGSBCK3AY/s320/vharlies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294821366962146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgeiUHmeI/AAAAAAAAARM/6YBNQA0ss4M/s1600-h/melroseplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgeiUHmeI/AAAAAAAAARM/6YBNQA0ss4M/s320/melroseplace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294726766696930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgURvY7sI/AAAAAAAAARE/BABOucYDXCo/s1600-h/boookselling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgURvY7sI/AAAAAAAAARE/BABOucYDXCo/s320/boookselling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294550518984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgO7hX7dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mQu8KIS69yc/s1600-h/aaron-spelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgO7hX7dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mQu8KIS69yc/s320/aaron-spelling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299294458655272402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Aaron Spelling’s autobiography and boy was I impressed with his accomplishments in life. He was this poor little kid from Dallas, Texas who ventured out in Hollywood with $200(his parents life savings) in his pocket and has made way to become one of the Hollywood’s wealthiest television producer in his time. For once, I wish I can work really,really, really hard to fulfill my dreams. For now, I just have to keep on swimming! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Spelling’s notable television series are as follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane Grey&lt;br /&gt;Burke’s Law&lt;br /&gt;The Mod Squad&lt;br /&gt;Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;S.W.A.T.&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Charlie’s Angels (with Farrah Fawcett, Kate Jackson and Jacklyn Smith as Charlie’s Angels)&lt;br /&gt;The Love Boat&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Island&lt;br /&gt;Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Hart to Hart&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;Melrose Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one instance wherein Fred Pierce (New-York-based ABC President) had some story problems when Spelling made the pilot of Charlie’s Angels and didn’t sell. Peirce said he thought the girls were marvelous but it doesn’t make sense to have the girls working for a guy over the telephone. He questioned on how the girls will know what to do and where do these girls come from etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Spelling did his best to talk them out of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Fred, you haven’t seen the main title yet. It says, “Once upon a time there were three young ladies who graduated from the police academy and were given outstanding jobs. One is a traffic cop helping kids across the street. One is a girl typing in the office, and one is a meter maid. I took them all the way from that. Now, they work for me. My name is Charlie.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made the trick. Spelling made that up on the spot!  Fred was all excited and said, “Oh, they went to a police academy? Great. Let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget Beverly Hills and Melrose Place? I know I was way too young that time but I do remember bits and spots of it. Oh my Marcia Cross (from Desperate Housewives) and Kristin Davis (from Sex and the City) were actually two of the casts in Melrose Place and Tori Spelling was also in the set of Beverly Hills. I just found out when I read Spelling’s Prime Time Life autobiography. Whoa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6765898213463479396?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6765898213463479396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6765898213463479396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-finished-reading-aaron-spellings.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYrgkCulF-I/AAAAAAAAARU/JrsGSBCK3AY/s72-c/vharlies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-6585243640872624454</id><published>2009-02-03T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:24:38.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYgbWl2Mf4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OQXgbmAhDHI/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYgbWl2Mf4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OQXgbmAhDHI/s400/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298515036531883906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early one morning&lt;br /&gt;and rushed right into the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't have time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me,&lt;br /&gt;and heavier came each task.&lt;br /&gt;"Why doesn't God help me? " I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;He answered "You didn't ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty,&lt;br /&gt;but the day toiled on, gray and bleak,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why God didn't show me.&lt;br /&gt;He said, " But you didn't seek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come into God's presence;&lt;br /&gt;I used all the keys at the lock.&lt;br /&gt;God gently and lovingly chided,&lt;br /&gt;"My child, you didn't knock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning,&lt;br /&gt;and paused before entering the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that I had to take time to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-6585243640872624454?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6585243640872624454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/6585243640872624454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer :)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SYgbWl2Mf4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OQXgbmAhDHI/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1426718148980701058</id><published>2009-01-31T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:50:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>It’s Ma Fin’s birthday today and here I am with my cousin waiting for my brother and his girlfriend to pick us up. Tagal kaya! I just wanna be home in time for dinner!  I was actually happy we were dismissed early this afternoon but a bit disappointed that I have to sit here and type this post while waiting for kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……hmmmmm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received kuya’s text that they’re coming to pick us up na. Yehey!!! Buhbye!  But too bad that I have to get up really early for my Research Grad make–up class tomorrow at some function hall in some hotel in the city. I have to figure out how to get there.  ack! at least free snacks and lunch so I don’t have to worry what to feed my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;iVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1426718148980701058?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1426718148980701058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1426718148980701058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_31.html' title='......'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067024328490133415.post-1216975764310965293</id><published>2009-01-30T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:08:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>"If you have your passion as your profession, then you wouldn't have to work a day in your life." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067024328490133415-1216975764310965293?l=magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1216975764310965293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067024328490133415/posts/default/1216975764310965293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicallytwistedmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_30.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ivy :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15159266484242411391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uT7CtSwKJCo/SFnQ5sD3J_I/AAAAAAAAABU/FUBfSQvCOwU/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
