tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65247085127228478442024-03-14T18:27:52.235+08:00JustAboutAnythingLife is beautiful. There are a lot of beautiful things out there waiting to be discovered. You only have to look within yourself to see what a beauty God has made you to be. Enjoy life! Live it! Love it!MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-34760434932225151872010-05-30T12:24:00.005+08:002010-05-30T13:12:38.481+08:00The Beauty of CamiguinWay back in college, I dreamt of going to Camiguin. Cebu Pacific gave us the perfect opportunity when we were able to book ourselves a roudtrip ticket to Cagayan for only 300 pesos. It was a long wait, but well worth the trip.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqo0pYb4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/KN04AtHG6uc/s1600/IMG_8012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqo0pYb4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/KN04AtHG6uc/s320/IMG_8012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476916608907112322" border="0" /></a>Cagayan airport<br /><br /><br /></div>We landed in Cagayan airport, where my husband's cousin picked us up at the airport and treated us to a nice dinner. He then checked us in a hotel. The following day, he picked us up from the hotel to go to his dad's office, had a Chinese buffet lunch and then off to Camiguin we went.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqpawk-1I/AAAAAAAAATY/MM5VKmde6XQ/s1600/IMG_8041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqpawk-1I/AAAAAAAAATY/MM5VKmde6XQ/s320/IMG_8041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476916619137842002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqp3XNR3I/AAAAAAAAATg/lEBlAjzqWj4/s1600/IMG_8047.JPG">The view from the boath...Camiguin island</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqp3XNR3I/AAAAAAAAATg/lEBlAjzqWj4/s1600/IMG_8047.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqp3XNR3I/AAAAAAAAATg/lEBlAjzqWj4/s320/IMG_8047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476916626816059250" border="0" /></a>Going to the island<br /><br /></div> It was already night time when we arrived in the island. We checked in Jasmine by the Sea, and rented a motorcycle the following morning to tour the island.Camiguin is just 64 kms in circumference, you could really just tour the island in a day. Armed with a map given to us by the caretaker of the resort, we toured the island stopping whenever we see a tourist attraction.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The ride itself is a joy! To our right was the sea, and to our left was the picturesque Mt. Hibok-hibok. Not to mention that it was the first time that my husband and I had ridden in motorcycle together.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqqQVKLnI/AAAAAAAAATo/PyZleOfxLRw/s1600/IMG_8057.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqqQVKLnI/AAAAAAAAATo/PyZleOfxLRw/s320/IMG_8057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476916633518354034" border="0" />A view by the resort</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqqlg6feI/AAAAAAAAATw/wg7K_umzjc0/s1600/IMG_8060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqqlg6feI/AAAAAAAAATw/wg7K_umzjc0/s320/IMG_8060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476916639204802018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsThC2hWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TJ6TNkI55mE/s1600/IMG_8087.JPG">Stopping by to take a picture of the breathtaking scenery</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsThC2hWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TJ6TNkI55mE/s1600/IMG_8087.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsThC2hWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TJ6TNkI55mE/s320/IMG_8087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918441891235170" border="0" />Church ruins</a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsUIH44nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Awth9VdI-1o/s1600/IMG_8115.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsUIH44nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Awth9VdI-1o/s320/IMG_8115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918452381344370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsSqIOttI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8Bormlr6t7Q/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG">Sto. Nino cold spring</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsSqIOttI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8Bormlr6t7Q/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsSqIOttI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8Bormlr6t7Q/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsSqIOttI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8Bormlr6t7Q/s320/IMG_8064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918427149842130" border="0" /></a>Sunken cemetery<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsUrqPo4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/H2M30TPwIaY/s1600/IMG_8128.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsUrqPo4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/H2M30TPwIaY/s320/IMG_8128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918461920682882" border="0" />Ardent hotspring</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHteMyQmpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1C0kA7n_owE/s1600/IMG_8196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHteMyQmpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1C0kA7n_owE/s320/IMG_8196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476919724943121042" border="0" /></a>Going to the white island<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHt3J2blnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_pAsLm-lWBk/s1600/IMG_8261.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHt3J2blnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_pAsLm-lWBk/s320/IMG_8261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476920153652041330" border="0" />While the Camiguin mainland had black sand, the white island is a miracle in itself...it has amazing white sands</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtf_BSvkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VsGrjGxcu_0/s1600/IMG_8246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtf_BSvkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VsGrjGxcu_0/s320/IMG_8246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476919755607817794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtfoNCsyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SRRIKvwQMvw/s1600/IMG_8240.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtfoNCsyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SRRIKvwQMvw/s320/IMG_8240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476919749483082530" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtfCREQaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IER4XbIs2NI/s1600/IMG_8225.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtfCREQaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IER4XbIs2NI/s320/IMG_8225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476919739299414434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtepLMnmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iiRIcGVbIH0/s1600/IMG_8208.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHtepLMnmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iiRIcGVbIH0/s320/IMG_8208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476919732563910242" border="0" /></a><br />Camiguin island is a paradise. It's a must-see for every nature lover.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsUIH44nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Awth9VdI-1o/s1600/IMG_8115.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsThC2hWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TJ6TNkI55mE/s1600/IMG_8087.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsSqIOttI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8Bormlr6t7Q/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHsSqIOttI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8Bormlr6t7Q/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqqQVKLnI/AAAAAAAAATo/PyZleOfxLRw/s1600/IMG_8057.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqqlg6feI/AAAAAAAAATw/wg7K_umzjc0/s1600/IMG_8060.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/TAHqo0pYb4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/KN04AtHG6uc/s1600/IMG_8012.JPG"><br /></a>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-73002646561767451302010-03-22T09:54:00.008+08:002010-03-22T10:08:53.003+08:00The Start of Summer: Tambuli Beach ResortWe couldn't put up with the heat any longer. And the kids have been begging us to go somewhere cool and fun, a.k.a beach or pool so we decided to check out Tambuli Beach Resort.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQ9YiMpbI/AAAAAAAAATI/SXQOaIgg-8Y/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQ9YiMpbI/AAAAAAAAATI/SXQOaIgg-8Y/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451274151955047858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQIMQD-zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-q2g6zrMhok/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQIMQD-zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-q2g6zrMhok/s320/IMG_2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451273238124690226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQBm00wyI/AAAAAAAAASw/JSVoOOjYmwI/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQBm00wyI/AAAAAAAAASw/JSVoOOjYmwI/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451273124999119650" border="0" /></a><br />It's a 30-minute drive from home. We didn't have to prepare early (like we do when we go out of town). That's the beauty of living in Cebu, everything is within reach.<br /><br />We opted to stay in Tambuli West because it has several pools, of several sizes where the kids can just lounge and enjoy. However, they were preparing for a wedding reception there, thus they didn't have buffett. We went to Tambuli East for the buffet, and enjoyed the sand and the sea there as well. (Tambuli West does not have a nice shoreline, unlike the East.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bP3GVWNEI/AAAAAAAAASo/zgHD_Nfzy4w/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bP3GVWNEI/AAAAAAAAASo/zgHD_Nfzy4w/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451272944478467138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQP0VeJ9I/AAAAAAAAATA/lrgvEaarot4/s1600-h/IMG_2521.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bQP0VeJ9I/AAAAAAAAATA/lrgvEaarot4/s320/IMG_2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451273369143879634" border="0" /></a><br />Entrace is PhP350, although PhP 300 is consumable. But if want to go for the buffet which is at PhP450, you have to shell out another Php150, but the food is really worth the price though.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bPwA-KkkI/AAAAAAAAASg/VfIPxKjcc_k/s1600-h/IMG_2459.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S6bPwA-KkkI/AAAAAAAAASg/VfIPxKjcc_k/s320/IMG_2459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451272822779974210" border="0" /></a>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-821459574561642552010-01-28T11:28:00.003+08:002010-01-28T11:30:58.566+08:00I'm Going to Make it WorkSo....I started the new year on positive note. I claimed that I will accomplish the goals I've set for this year and kick some habits that are not helping get to where I want to get. Also, I said "Yes" to a life-altering offer. I know it would mean more office hours, more stress, more responsibilities, but I'm aiming for greater rewards. I'm in for greater things...MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-32150529219819012942010-01-07T02:45:00.002+08:002010-01-07T02:53:52.706+08:00RantingsTo be honest, I don't really know what I will write. I'm just trying to stick to my promise that I will be updating my blogsite every so often. I just wanted to ram into the keyboard and rant, rant and rant, even though I couldn't make out of what I'm saying. There are somethings about my work that I'm not allowed to share to the rest of the world due to confidentiality agreement so in as much as I want to blow up and vent out here, I couldn't. I almost got into trouble once because of doing that, and I'm not going to go that way again. But anyway, will just sleep coz I will be going back to the office in a few hours.MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-18561610524935965172010-01-06T07:45:00.004+08:002010-01-06T07:49:32.612+08:00Cebu Pacific On PromoCebu Pacific is having a seat sale again. They are giving 50% discount on all domestic and international flights. Buying period is between Jan 6 - 8, 2010, and travel period is between Feb 1 - April 30, 2010. If you have plans on travelling between these dates, I strongly suggest you take advantage of this promo. As for me, I have resolved to stay put and save up for my Hongkong trip although my heart is dying to go to Manila to see my brand-new nephew. Sigh!MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-19794823074316443942010-01-06T07:35:00.003+08:002010-01-06T07:45:05.466+08:00Using my Belle De Jour Planner<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S0POrxrVfWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QxtL85KdFn8/s1600-h/20091125-eskqnwnfpgk8jenarhgbi7bduk.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423405627749006690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/S0POrxrVfWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QxtL85KdFn8/s200/20091125-eskqnwnfpgk8jenarhgbi7bduk.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Since it's a new year, I've resolved to make sure that I update my blogsite regularly. It doesn't have to be on a daily basis, but to at least tend to it from time to time like I do with Cafe World, which I already given up on.</div><br /><div><img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /></div><br /><div>Speaking of resolutions, I also made a list of habits to break/start for this year and I am tracking my progress using the habit tracker in my Belle De Jour Planner, a gift I receive from Daddiyah. So far, I have only missed one habit, and has been able to follow through on the list that I made. Here's hoping I remain true to my resolutions.</div>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-42289003014272008612010-01-02T19:13:00.002+08:002010-01-02T19:20:38.027+08:00Another year has passed....another year to look forward to. The year 2009 has brought about a lot of wonderful memories to remember, great experiences to savor and although it was not entirely wonderful, it's been a year of learning, and beatiful in its entirety, a full color page in this book called life.<br /><br />I am looking forward to the new year with delight, with excitement, with sheer anticipation. I will continue to believe that God will be faithful in His promises, and I will be confident that nothing will happen that is not in His plan for me. Above all, I will receive with an open heart all the blessings that God has in store for me.<br /><br />May everyone of us welcome the new season of blessings, new season of promotion, new season of victory, new season of increase, new season of hope, and new season of peace.<br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-50683333122328484852009-12-20T18:40:00.003+08:002009-12-20T18:44:07.113+08:00I'm Mobile!i haven't been really religiously working on my site for sometime. no, i take that back. i haven't been really working on it at all. my friend has been encouraging me to set up a new one complete with host and domain, and i have been putting it off for sometime.<br /><br />i guess i woul have to be a little more diligent now that i'm mobile. so yes, eds, we'll work on that domain soon...MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-18474779833145316532009-10-24T16:32:00.004+08:002009-10-24T16:38:10.651+08:00Facebook to BlameIt's weekend once again. The time of the week where I could spare a few minutes to tinker with the computer about non-work related stuff. Ok, I'm lying. I am usually in front of the computer almost everyday, even after work. It's just that I'm not really into blogging anymore, for the reason that Facebook has gotten the better part of me. hehehe<br /><br />Reading updates from friends, seeing their pictures, watching videos and selling friends (in Friends for Sale) has taken me away from blogging. Instead of the broadcaster, I'm now more of a spectator. Instead of working my brains, I chose to be lazy.<br /><br />Well, let's blame Facebook for that. =)MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-67322774559087863732009-10-24T06:09:00.012+08:002009-10-24T15:37:16.902+08:00Life Goes On...A few years ago, a friend of mine told me these lines.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJITWo9I-I/AAAAAAAAASA/kiCjcN6S_80/s1600-h/me.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395954800875348962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJITWo9I-I/AAAAAAAAASA/kiCjcN6S_80/s320/me.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>"Well, it was not a surprise that you are getting married ... it's a shocker!!! hehe ... well the persona that you projected to the public is one that is far far away from marriage-hood. You are independent, marriage is limiting. You are carefree, marriage is serious. You are adventurous, marriage is settling down. You dream of great things, marriage is compromise. That's why people were taken by surprise."</em><br /><br /><br /><br />I didn't have the chance to dispute, refute or confirm what he told me. My reply, if I remember correctly was a smile. I didn't really understand what he meant by then. At that point in time, in the midst of my wedding preparations, I was too excited and too naive to know what I'm really getting into to. And now, almost five years into marriage, I think I now have the answers.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395951726581148962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJFgaAGbSI/AAAAAAAAARg/BDsb2hzWLj0/s320/dadnme.bmp" border="0" /><br /><em>Well the persona that you projected to the public is one that is far far away from marriage-hood</em> - everybody is not what he seems he is. In most cases, people surprise other people, in which, i'm not the only one =)<br /><br /><p><em>You are carefree, marriage is serious</em> - I am carefree, and yes I can be serious, too. Just because a person is carefree doesn't mean that I don't take things seriously. The two doesn't necessarily contradict.</p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJGAf60mJI/AAAAAAAAARo/xs3dul_UvWk/s1600-h/fam-beach.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395952277925435538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJGAf60mJI/AAAAAAAAARo/xs3dul_UvWk/s320/fam-beach.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><em>You are adventurous, marriage is settling down</em> - When I tied the knot, my adventorous spirit didn't get tied down. A major part of me still wants to explore the world, and marriage has not kept me from doing that. Thankfully, I have found a partner who shares the same spirit.</p><br /><br /><br /><p><em>You dream of great things, marriage is compromise</em> - whether or not you are in marriage, compromise happens. You compromise at work, you compromise with your family, with friends and there are somethings you have to give up in favor of other things. Compromise does not happen exclusively in marriage. I may have compromised a lot of things in the beginning of my marriage, but, this I'm truly proud to say, that my husband has shown me all out support for the things that I dreamed of, and has selflessly encouraged me in my pursuit of greatness.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395953133140461410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJGyR1-R2I/AAAAAAAAARw/PD9-I2SXGO8/s320/dadnme2.bmp" border="0" />I can honestly say that I'm truly happy with what my marriage has brought me, and what life, in general, has given me. But it doesn't stop there. At 28, I've gone to places, I've conquered some of my fears, reached some goals, given up on some dreams, build new ones .... but it doesn't end there. There are still places to visit, goals to reach, dreams to conquer and adventures that are yet to be taken. But the most beautiful part is that I have someone to share these things with, and having two adorable miniatures of ourselves, is definitely a bonus.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395954008856998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJHlQJEMPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dc7zj4q7GEg/s320/dadai-kuya.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p>I just turned 28. Another birthday, another year, another beginning...but it's the same journey. Life goes on...</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395955470386508402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SuJI6Uw2snI/AAAAAAAAASI/6lBflLG1Xis/s320/fam-bantayan.bmp" border="0" />MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-56497800818491473452009-08-31T13:30:00.005+08:002009-08-31T13:46:32.907+08:00Stuckli Beach in BadianLast May 2009, under the heat of the summer sun, we had an impromptu decision of beating off the humidity by going someplace cool and breezy.<br /><br />We've heard about Stuckli Beach Resort in Badian and decided to check it out. Together with our colleagues, we headed northbound at 7am. We had a few stops to to get some supplies and arrived at the beach at around 11am. It shouldn't take that long actually except that the supposedly short stops took longer than usual. We had a hard time finding the place as it would appear that you are driving towards the middle of a mountain uphill, then we went downhill for a bit and discovered the beautiful stretch of white beach.<br /><br />We didn't plan to go overnight, but because we got enchanted by the tranquility of the place, we decided to stay for the night.<br /><br />For those of you who wants to get their contact number, here it is:<br /><br /><br />09273157259 and 2541057. Look for Rick.<br /><br />The room rates are as follows:<br /><br /><br /><br />ROOMS 1 and 2 (good for 2-3 persons) = P 1,000.00<br />ROOM 3 (A/C - good for 2-3 persons) = P 1,500.00<br />*HOUSE 1 and HOUSE 2 = P 2,000.00<br />**HOUSE 3 and HOUSE 4 = P 2,500.00<br /> HUTS = P 500.00<br /><br />DAY USE = Minus 50% of the Normal Rate<br />*Good for 6 persons with beds, electric fans, and toilet and bath.<br />**Good for 8 persons with beds, electric fans, and toilet and bath.<br />** For excess persons we charge P150.00 each.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptidYkAwWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ChLl2Mr1a8w/s1600-h/IMG-5759.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998837146042722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptidYkAwWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ChLl2Mr1a8w/s320/IMG-5759.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptidD4Q7QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RlK0OPuiCK8/s1600-h/IMG-5781.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998831593843970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptidD4Q7QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RlK0OPuiCK8/s320/IMG-5781.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpticrUV_dI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Pg1Gd-heHAg/s1600-h/IMG-5787.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998825000730066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpticrUV_dI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Pg1Gd-heHAg/s320/IMG-5787.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiHTcK_UI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pK099PH8Wgc/s1600-h/IMG-5790.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998457813859650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiHTcK_UI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pK099PH8Wgc/s320/IMG-5790.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiHIUG02I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9NrS8EOI1BM/s1600-h/DSC07152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998454827242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiHIUG02I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9NrS8EOI1BM/s320/DSC07152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiGlmGudI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qBUYHVjDmIY/s1600-h/DSC07113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998445507492306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiGlmGudI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qBUYHVjDmIY/s320/DSC07113.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiGYBo_bI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xEzy-tfw2OA/s1600-h/DSC07071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998441864887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiGYBo_bI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xEzy-tfw2OA/s320/DSC07071.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiF6q9KKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ip4HhZNgAM4/s1600-h/DSC07045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998433985112226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SptiF6q9KKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ip4HhZNgAM4/s320/DSC07045.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-59376875435077843472009-08-29T16:04:00.007+08:002009-08-29T16:42:59.162+08:00Boracay: Return to ParadiseWhen I left Boracay last year, I made a promise that I would be back the soonest that I can. Cebu Pacific presented me a very good opportunity last February, so I booked a flight for our anniversary on June.<br /><br />Since we already tried staying in station 1, we decided to try station 2. Also, I've researched that station 2 has cheaper restaurants and resorts. It's also where Talipapa is located which is their wet market where they sell live seafood and you can have them cooked by the surrounding restos.<br /><br />Unfortunately, June is not a very good season to go to Bora. It's habagat season which means it's so windy and rainy. We didn't even get to land in Caticlan due to heavy rainfall and zero visibility. We braved the turbulence on air and attempted twice to land in Caticlan, until the pilot decided to land in Kalibo instead.<br /><br />It was raining so hard when we got to Bora. There were several re-routes before we got to the island, and to the strip of white beaches. We got off from the pedicab in Talipapa where we treaded the waters of Bora - the "baha" (flood) water, that is. hehehehe<br /><br />Nevertheless, we enjoyed our stay there. We got to try the really great food at very affordable prices. I forgot the name of the resort we stayed in during our first night, although I know it's in station 2. We stayed Orchids Resort in station 3 on the 2nd and 3rd night. We originally planned to stay in different resorts each night but decided to settle in Orchids Resort because the place is great and affordable, and the staff are also very friendly.<br /><br />Setting aside some of the unfortunate events, my 3rd visit to Bora is still superb. And again, I still don't want to leave the place. hehehehe...Hopefully, I could go back with a larger group, and tag my kids along.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjpKdi0ECI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CWxQu7rUYv8/s1600-h/IMG_6518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375302521205297186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjpKdi0ECI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CWxQu7rUYv8/s320/IMG_6518.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjpKGfX6NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_ACLc3HSIOA/s1600-h/IMG_6513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375302515016853714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjpKGfX6NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_ACLc3HSIOA/s320/IMG_6513.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjpJsab2yI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bQ1NYFCK15M/s1600-h/IMG_6510.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375302508016818978" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/Spjmmq5MYvI/AAAAAAAAANA/EozlxJuKt0s/s320/IMG_6097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjmmMcNCRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BPX0Xdkfxhk/s1600-h/IMG_6079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375299699115624722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpjmmMcNCRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BPX0Xdkfxhk/s320/IMG_6079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-44436027514449755372009-08-27T11:34:00.008+08:002009-08-27T12:17:03.636+08:00My Boracay Experience<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYIWJZNXYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gfRIv86aGGg/s1600-h/IMG_3972.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374492381885062530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYIWJZNXYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gfRIv86aGGg/s320/IMG_3972.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div>Boracay has always been one of my dream destinations...Being a water-person, there's something about the beaches that draw me close. And since my first visit to Bora was not exactly an experience to highlight, I planned another visit, with my hubby this time.</div><div><br /> </div><div>To say that I was really prepared was an understatement. I purchased our plance tickets more than 4 months ahead. I filed for a leave from work 3 months ahead. And despite a client visit on the very day of my scheduled trip, I, the client services coordinator, escaped from the office for a much anticipated vacation.</div><div><br /> </div><div>We had an uneventful trip going there. We took a plane via Cebu Pacific and in less than two hours, arrived at our resort. I didn't make any reservation because I know that they shoot up resort prices when booked online. But I knew where to stay.</div><br /><div> </div><div>We checked in at Boracay Tourist Inn in station 1. It's not exactly beach front, but it's less than a minute-walk to the famous white beach. We got the deluxe room for only 1k (I negotiated a discount) for an off-peak rate. Not bad for the location and the amenities provided. Actually, I think it's already a very good deal.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYB8nEF7aI/AAAAAAAAAMI/A7-t9T_LDA8/s1600-h/IMG_3867.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374485346103192994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYB8nEF7aI/AAAAAAAAAMI/A7-t9T_LDA8/s320/IMG_3867.JPG" border="0" /></a> There room has a double bed, cable tv, hot and cold shower and a small refrigerator.<br /><br /></div><div>When the plan landed in Caticlan, my heart sank because the runway was wet and there was a drizzle. It was even raining when checked in to our rooms. We were already starving so immediately unpacked and changed into our swim wears and headed out to the beach line to look for a place to eat. When we hit the shorelines, lo and behold, the sun is out. God must have really loved me! hehehehehe</div><br /><div><br /> </div><div>We went to the grocery store after lunch and bought a few essentials including a bottle of red wine and some cans of beer, as well as some chips. And then we proceeded to officially start our sun-baskings and photo shoot.</div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>We were invited for a free dinner on our 2nd invite and was given a presentation about investing in realty shares. Naturally, we declined not because we don't want to, but because we can't afford...hehehehe....but the meal was good, and the best thing was that it was for free.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYHL_4c6wI/AAAAAAAAAMg/My1XbmsxKXM/s1600-h/IMG_3766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374491108021431042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYHL_4c6wI/AAAAAAAAAMg/My1XbmsxKXM/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I also unexpectedly met a college friend who I haven't seen for a long time, Mutya, with her boyfriend who's visiting from the states. A few weeks later, when I was back in Cebu, Mutya informed us that she got engaged.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374491726157786498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYHv-npLYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7j2lelM-Kbc/s320/IMG_3975.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYETqqEXYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DiZkaR9U2ac/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374487941228027266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYETqqEXYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DiZkaR9U2ac/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>We went island-hopping on the 3rd day, which happens to be my birthday and had a su-tu-kil lunch at Puca beach.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>On the mornings, we'd walk the shoreline, drop dead by the sand and enjoy the sun and the cool waters. What amazes me the most about Bora is that despite how blazing hot it is, the water so icy cool....paired with torquise waters and white sands...it was a perfect combination!!!</div><br /><br /><br /><div>I the afternoon, we'd go to the soveiner shops to buy pasalubong for friends and family at home, then enjoy the sunset by the beach.</div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYDwfkaF_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GuMcTz_dmPU/s1600-h/IMG_3919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374487336956073970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SpYDwfkaF_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GuMcTz_dmPU/s320/IMG_3919.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>We had several night caps where we had to fortune of meeting the amazing firedancers. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I didn't want to leave Bora but I had to. When I did, I made a promise that I would be back. And indeed, I did. More stories in the next blog....</div></div></div></div>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-32416924380388298812009-08-27T11:24:00.002+08:002009-08-27T11:27:39.649+08:00And I'm back in the game!!!For the longest time, I haven't been writing here. For the past 3 months, I didn't have internet connection, and that's truly my excuse. I realized that I could quite live without connection and be fine with it. However, another vacation is on the works which have led me to extensive research that I am planning to go to. I searched for information online at work and came across blogs that has inspired me to blog again. And so I'm back in the game.... =)MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-79072882449788859512009-05-30T07:34:00.004+08:002009-05-30T08:30:20.154+08:00my not-so-nice Intosan experience<div>My husband's cousin who is based in Malaysia went home for a short break mid-May and we headed out to prepare for our annual family outing. Due to a lack of time, we opted to go somewhere near since we will be bringing kids with us and we didn't want to have travel far tagging several kids ranging from 10-2 years old.<br /><br />We decided to go to Intosan Water Park located in Danao. The place is indeed good, something that the kids will definitely love, with their water wade and kiddie slides and mushroom shower. The older kids also loved the slides and the bigger pool as well as the lazy river pool.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SiB-Ag9ituI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VPTn9WD8n5Q/s1600-h/n804319919_1678809_1161802.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341407705374570210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lg-vZCrMSA/SiB-Ag9ituI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VPTn9WD8n5Q/s320/n804319919_1678809_1161802.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not really a fan of pools. I would prefer to feel sand on my feet, with blue waves crashing against the shores, and a great sandcastle. But the place did impress me. Okay I admit, anything that pleases my kids would probably impress me. (LOL)<br /><br />What I didn't like the place was their customer service. Some members of the family reserved the place for us and we forgot to verify whose name was there on the reservation. We gave a couple of names and we hit jackpot. They asked where's the person who did the reservation and we told she's on her way, along with the rest of the company. They told us we have to wait for that person since they can't allow us to take our reserved rooms. It would have been fine with me if they told us in a civilized manner. But they look at us as if we can't be trusted, and that we were fools to arrive ahead of the person listed under the reservation. I tried to show a little sarcasm and told them that we can't wait in the lobby with kids running around when we know that we have our reservation. Besides, isn't it enough that the we know the name of the person to which the rooms are registered?<br /><br />Then come the payment time. They told us that we have to pay PhP120 each, even the kids. I gently reminded them of their website, that kids are supposed to be 50% discounted and kids shorter than the counter will have free entrance. They said that prices have changed. Then, I reminded them also that their website states breakfast for two is included for every room reserved. They said to not mind the website as it is not updated. My question is, why is the website not updated? We live in a technology-adept society and most of the information we gather, we get it from the internet. The least that an establishment could do is update the information in their website, because that's the easiest and cheapest form of advertisement these days, otherwise, we could accuse them of FALSE ADVERTISING.<br /><br />We reserved 3 rooms for the night, and the 2 two rooms are next to each other. The other room is approximately 50 meters away, or probably a good 3 minute walk under the blazing heat of the summer sun. Now, who would want that? It was a hassle for us to get the group together, as well as getting stuff from the far-away room like towels, sunblocks, etc.<br /><br />I checked the room next to the two adjacent rooms and found out that it was empty. I called the reception area and requested if we could move to that room since our third room is so far. They asked me to go the reception. When I got there, I explained our situation and they said they have to check if we have messed up the room since it would mean they have to clean up twice, and would mean extra work for them. I told them that the room was unused, we just placed our stuff there but we haven't messed up the bed or used anything in it as we proceeded to go to the other two rooms. They said they have to wait for a particular person to check the room. When they found a person who could check the room, they discussed among themselves if they should allow our request as it would mean extra work for them, and they were talking out loud as if i weren't there. I butted in and told them that if it's cleaning up they're worried about, it shouldn't be a concern because the room is clean. Then they said that it shouldn't be allowed at all. I told them that the reason that we're there is for us to get together, and how could we do that if our rooms are worlds apart. Then the lady at the counter said "Excuse me, ma'am ha! Lain baya ang name na naa sa reservation. Then kato nga person kay nag personal visit jud diri so kabalo sa location sa room." What the!!!?!?!?!?! I told them that it's not true. The person who made the reservation went to Jasmine Pension, in Capitol (their Cebu booking office) not here. Then, realizing that she was caught in a lie, she said that it was probably during the downpayment that the person went there personally. I told her that reservation and deposit were made at the same time. Caught in another lie, she had no choice but to send one of the attendant to check the room, who was very rude and impolite.<br /><br />When they realized that the room is clean, and nothing at all was touched, they then proceeded to be so nice to us, telling us that the other room will be ready in a while and so on and so forth. I was already fuming mad, and I was near to tears in anger and I didn't have enough strength to even put up a poker face. I forgot all my manners and did not return the niceties.<br /><br />My whole career revolved around customer service. I moved my way up the corporate ladder instilling the importance of pleasing the customers and satisfying their needs. I never forget the fact that my salary is paid for by our clients, whose businesses rely on the quality of customer service we provide to their customers. In my travels, I always take note of the level of customer service that an establishment provides, because, as always, I'd like to get the best value for my hard-earned money, and in most cases, it's not how nice the room, how great the food, or how nice the view that would make a person come back but how he was treated.<br /><br />Intosan was a great place. I did have a good time with the great company I was with, and I have to admit that my kids loved their water park. But will I be going back? I doubt that. There are other places to go in Cebu. Far better places with far better services. False advertising and poor customer service (in this case, i'm not just talking about the lack of customer service, but the improper way of treating a paying customer)is something that I would not subject myself again, nor I would recommend to someone I know.<br /><br />The management of Intosan resort should know that customer service is what keeps them apart from their competion. A good customer service is also the cheapest way of advertising because words travel, verbal or written, through internet or word of mouth. Well, at the end of the day, I still win, because even if I wasn't treated nicely, they won't get my business again and words will spread in the internet how bad their customer service is. Well, that should get them to update their website at least.</div>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-19961628020196344312009-03-04T09:24:00.001+08:002009-03-04T09:24:34.770+08:00It's Been A While<div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><DIV>It's been a long while since I visited my site. I haven't done any updates. It's not that I lsot my interest in blogging. It's just that a lot of things have been screaming for my attention lately and I haven't got the time to do something else. A lot of things has happened to me I don't even know where to begin. Guess I just have to take one step at a time....</DIV></div><br> MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-80131925762126804412009-01-03T08:10:00.000+08:002009-01-03T13:10:30.507+08:00Give, and it will come back to you...<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><font size="3">When I went to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> for a short vacation with my family late November of last year, my sister showed me the Belle de Jour planner in Powerbooks. She showed me the pages and the discount coupons and all the perks. I wanted to get one for myself but I thought it might be too early.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><font size="3">When I got back to Cebu, I realized we have to give our boss an early Christmas present because she would be leaving for <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manila</st1:place></st1:city> 1st week of December. So I went to Powerbooks at SM and bought her the BDJ planner. She was already on her way to the airport when she opened the package and was thoughtful enough to send an MMS letting us know that she loved it. In my heart, I knew I would love to have one, too.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><font size="3">When the package from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Manila</st1:city></st1:place> arrived on Dec 24, my sister Ats and I, rummaged through the boxes (like little kids, yeah) to look for our gifts and made guesses. Mine was a no-brainer. The moment I saw the rectangular box with my name written on the tag, I immediately exclaimed "A book!"<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><font size="3">My sister Milona has a habit of giving out books for gifts. I can still clearly remember how happy <br>I was on Christmas of 2000 when she gave me “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens” as a gift, and how it has molded my life positively.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"><br><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><font size="3">Opening of gifts came and I was so busy assisting my kids with their presents and trying to remember which gift came from whom so we could thank the person accordingly that I didn’t bother opening my gifts. Aldrich pulled me with him while so we could open our gifts together, and everybody stopped with what they’re doing when I loudly exclaimed “Wow, a Belle de Jour planner!”<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" size="3">And so this is my Christmas-present story….I promised Ate Mhil I’d blog about the best present I received this year and here it is. Thanks a bunch, te!</font></p> <p> </p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-32450898336438588882008-12-15T17:20:00.000+08:002008-12-15T22:20:42.346+08:00When Dreams Don't Come True<p>Sometimes, life presents roadblocks and obstacles along the way that we don't have any choice left but to make a detour. It steers us away from our goal and from fulfilling a dream, and often wonder why things doesn't always go as planned.</p> <p>Not all dreams are meant to come true. Let us not fool ourselves into thinking that anything is possible if we have a dream and the determination to achieve it. There is an even greater force that governs the universe, and we are powerless to control it. Our will may be strong, but there is a strong power that supercedes all else.</p> <p>Sometimes, dreams don't come true. Not because there's a failure from our end, but simply because, it wasn't meant to be. God has given us the freedom to decide for ourselves how we want our lives to be. We make plans and we build dreams based on our own perspective on what will be good for us, but God, who sees the bigger picture and knows the future, knows better and wants to give only the best for us, even if it means crushing our dreams. Shattered dreams cause broken hearts and souls, but only then can God manifest His glorious power to heal us and to make us whole again.</p> <p>So don't despair when things don't go according as planned. It may be painful to see our dreams scattered into pieces, but know and trust that God has something better in store for us. As Michael Scofield says, "Planning can only take you as far, after that, you've got to take a few leaps of faith." When you think that everything is falling apart, always remember that the best is yet to come.</p> <p>Keep faith alive!</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-87010985223453097502008-10-16T01:36:00.000+08:002008-10-16T05:36:13.215+08:00Smarty BorjieI was getting ready to sleep yesterday afternoon when Borjie came up to the computer, and started reading out letters from the keyboard. He would say "Letter A, mommy oh!" or "Letter E, mommy oh!". From where I am, it looks to me that he was pointing at the correct position of the letters in the keyboard, so I got up to see for myself. I was amazed that he actually had them right. We started reading out the letters from the keyboard, and inspired by his interest, we went to Starfall.com to study further.<br /><br />From there, he was able to read out to me the letters of the alphabet and the words under it. What surprised me more is he actually knows how to click on them using the mouse. Looking carefully at the cursor on the screen, he would navigate the mouse with this hand and when he sees that the cursor is pointing directly at the letter, he would then click on it. Sometimes, he loses the pointer and then I would guide him into seeing it, and then he brushes my hand away. He even knows to click on the arrow to move on to the next page. And then he moves on the to the next letter and the words starting with it.<br /><br />There was even a particular folder in the desktop where he said "letter "f" mommy, oh! and at one point, moving the mouse around, he pointed at the "x" button of the window and said "awa, x!"<br /><br />I was in trance wathcing my little boy. I never knew of a 3-year old kid who can navigate the internet. His interest and attention span was more than what is common for his age. I was getting tired and sleepy already studying with him so I told him that the next letter will be the last letter. He argued and say "wala pa gani "Y", and then added "sleep nalang, Mommy, kabalo naman ko." *sigh*...either kids these days grow up so fast, or i am ljust lagging behind...<!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-24043007952317388932008-10-13T16:13:00.000+08:002008-10-13T20:13:08.405+08:00I Could Not Ask for More<div><embed allowscriptaccess="never" style="WIDTH: 426px;HEIGHT: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-28.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=ls&il=1&channel=2954361355567891496&site=widget-28.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"> <div style="WIDTH: 426px;TEXT-ALIGN: left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ls&at=un&id=2954361355567891496&map=1" target="_blank"><img ismap="isMap" src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p1/2954361355567891496/ls_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ls&at=un&id=2954361355567891496&map=2" target="_blank"><img ismap="isMap" src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p2/2954361355567891496/ls_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ls&at=un&id=2954361355567891496&map=F" target="_blank"><img ismap="isMap" src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p4/2954361355567891496/ls_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0"></a></div></div> <object height="110" width="300"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SK2r28mYTb/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SK2r28mYTb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ladygaille84/music/Ws3zfk4S/sarah_evans_i_could_not_ask_for_more/">i could not ask for more - Sarah Evans</a></object><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-1516449306503744312008-10-13T13:32:00.002+08:002008-10-13T13:39:27.863+08:00I Could Not Ask for More<object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SK2r28mYTb/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SK2r28mYTb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ladygaille84/music/Ws3zfk4S/sarah_evans_i_could_not_ask_for_more/">i could not ask for more - Sarah Evans</a></object>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-74244015237275706112008-10-11T09:30:00.000+08:002008-10-11T13:30:34.158+08:00What Life Has Given Me<p><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPA5qAoKCDkAAEXtSIE1"></a></span><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPA5wgoKCDkAAE5XDoI1"><img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 222px;HEIGHT: 184px;" height="196" src="http://images.mier109.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPA5wgoKCDkAAE5XDoI1/IMG-3972.JPG?et=OaiCalSSneTrKjZvtI1twA&nmid=0" width="242" border="0"></a></span>Two days ago, I was in one of the world's most beautiful places, basking under the warmth of the sun, enjoying the cool waters and sandy beaches of Boracay, in the arms of no less than my favorite person on earth - my husband. What better way to celebrate my birthday.</p> <p>I am twenty-seven this year, and although I know I don't look it, I sure feel that I am actually older (and hopefully wiser). Life has given me so many experiences that has enriched me as a person (even if not financially) and I can't thank God enough for how He has been so faithful to me over the years.</p> <p>While most people my age are probably struggling through quarter-life crisis, I'd like to believe that at this stage of my life, I know exactly where I am and where I want to get to. Life has given me a better perspective of things and I have decided on the what directions I'd like to take. </p> <p>I don't feel the void and the emptiness that a lot of people my age are going through. I have my hands full raising my kids, weaving a happy marriage and establishing a career. And despite the rush and overwhelming load of things to do, I feel fulfilled.</p> <p>God has given me the kind of job that I imagined doing when I joined the industry that I'm in. He has given me a husband so kind, patient and so understanding, the kind of man I've been dreaming about since I was a teener. He has given me beautiful, smart and high-spirited kids, not to mention affectionate and sweet. </p> <p>They say that life gives to you what you have given to it. But this was not true to me. Life has given me more that what I have given to it - in fact, even more than what I was willing to give. By earthly standards, it may be injustice, but by heaven's standard, it's called grace.<span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPA5LQoKCDkAAEMRMBI1"><img class="alignright" style="WIDTH: 226px;HEIGHT: 197px;" height="213" src="http://images.mier109.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPA5LQoKCDkAAEMRMBI1/IMG-3418.jpg?et=DbxQzTh9NInRDQoXOhp23g&nmid=0" width="253" border="0"></a></span></p> <p>Life has given me so much to celebrate about, so much to be grateful for. God has shown to me an outpour of His love, with blessings overflowing, in leaps and bounds. And the most beautiful gift of all is the fact the life has given me this early what most people take a lifetime to find - a happy family.</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-32519522562609044732008-10-11T08:56:00.001+08:002009-10-24T16:19:18.390+08:00After the Happily Ever After<p>Most of the fairy tales I've read ends with the wedding, with the bride and groom and sealing their love with a kiss. What most people don't realize that it is actually the start of a new story, a more interesting plot. The day after the "happily ever after" is actually far more worth looking into, because it is when reality sinks in.</p><p>You'll have to come to terms with the fact that you'll have to wake up with the same person every morning, that you have to deal with his snoring every night and you have to pick up after the person's mess scattered anywhere in the bedroom. It's when you realize that your space is not actually your space, but it's shared. You time is no longer yours. When your friends ask you out for a gimik, you have to remember to call the other person to at least inform him/her of your whereabouts. Your life isn't yours alone anymore.</p><p>But the far more better side of the deal is that, you have someone to share everything with. And I mean everything. You have someone to celebrate your victories with, and someone to cry together with. Someone can always take the blow when you want to vent out your anger, and you'll know that he'll love you anyway. When you're trapped into commiting into something you don't want to get into, you can always say "Let me consult my better half".</p><p>After the wedding, there will be twists and turns, highs and lows, and everything in between. You'll just have to remember that no matter where the journey takes you, and where the story leads, always be reminded to stick to each other, to always make the most of every situation and to always have fun. </p><p class="multiply:no_crosspost">I want to live my marriage in a way that my children and grandchildren will remember us and say "They really did live happily ever after." And today, almost four years into marriage, we never stopped exerting the effort to make our marriage as magical as it could possibly be. We don't aim to make it to the pages of "Once upon a time..." but what we want to do is create a memory for the generation after us as to what should really happen after the "happily ever after."</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"><img class="alignright" height="171" src="http://images.mier109.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPAx1QoKCDkAAHsR4XM1/IMG-3752.JPG?et=0MCOHr6BVlut8caSzDXihw&nmid=0" width="221" border="0" /></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-55135079869505581122008-10-05T17:57:00.001+08:002009-10-24T16:21:10.727+08:00Married Again<p>I lost my wedding ring way back when I was still in training in Convergys which was a little more than a couple of y<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span></p>ears ago. <a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a>I've put off buying a new ring because I didn't really see the necessity of having one. W<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span>earing<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span> a ring is not the be all and end all of being married. I don't necessarily see it as a symbol of unending love, but more of an indication of your marital status. <span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span><p><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjHFwoKCDkAAEf@TQA1"><img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="166" src="http://images.mier109.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOjHFwoKCDkAAEf@TQA1/IMG-3684.JPG?et=gEBRw5tI%2CAfYWQJv7Ih6qw&nmid=0" width="207" border="0" /></a></p><p>When I was in traini<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span>ng for Q<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span>u<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span>ality, my trainer, John Pham refused to believe I am married. He lied about his age to us and he thought I was turning the table against him. He looked at my finger and saw no wedding ring. He refused to believe until I showed him pictures of my kids and my husband.<span class="insertedphoto"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a></span></span> </p><p><img class="alignright" height="126" src="http://images.mier109.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081/IMG-3653.JPG?et=9Sb6o%2CUUUeTIpsgOd%2Cam4Q&nmid=0" width="195" border="0" /></p><p>So to put an end to people's endle<a href="http://mier109.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOjG8woKCDkAAEQZM081"></a>ss skepticism to my real civil status, and to lessen the shock when they see me with my kids, Aldrich and I got us a new set of wedding rings. I'm married - again.</p><p></p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524708512722847844.post-24795924800711068392008-09-26T03:11:00.000+08:002008-09-26T07:11:28.218+08:00Discontentment<p>I've been following on Pastor Les' series "Lo$t" for 2 Sundays now. He actually started 4 Sundays ago but since I wasn't able to go to the first two, I have to contend myself with his recap every start of his message.</p> <p>This Sunday, he talked about discontentment. He said that one of the reasons why we find ourselves financially lost because society wants to make us feel that we don't have enough, thus creating a need to want more.</p> <p>I've been wanting to get a new cellphone for sometime. I have tried reasoning that it was someting I could actually afford. I have convinced myself that it's something that I need to reward myself with, considering that I worked hard enough to earn me two promotions in 7 months.</p> <p>But you see, this is something that I don't need. My cellphone is still fully functional, and it's not even outdated. Pastor Les made an excellent analogy between these material cravings and hunger. We eat when we're hungry and we get satisfied, but 4 hour tops, and we get hungry again.</p> <p>When I got my cellphone, I told myself that I don't think I would ever want another cellphone, and look where I am now? Hungry again for another one.</p> <p>Bottom line is, we need to be careful for some discontentments we have that may gear us towards being financially lost. It may not be the same for everybody. For some, it may be something else. The key is to make a careful evaluation of what is a need and what is a want, and to have enough discipline to live within our means.</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>MiErhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07411460662428958226noreply@blogger.com0