<?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-11552194</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:56.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get shorty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-114032831329134224</id><published>2006-02-19T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:04:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida De Soltera</title><content type='html'>The F6 (me, Rhea, Elanie, Helen, Shie and Jols) have been busy making a surprise for Annie (she complete's the F7 group) and Arvin (Annie's fiance). The surprise came last Feb. 16 when we had a group dinner date at Antonio's Grill in Tagaytay. The couple thought it was a group date, but to their surprise, it was a despedida soltera we organized for them. During dinner, we gave them the scrapbook we've been working on for weeks. They loved the scrapbook and for sure brought a tear to Annie's eyes (peace Annie)...hehehe. We enjoyed making that scrapbook, it tested our creativity and also our skill in sneaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone had a wonderful time and here are some photos to check on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scrapbook was handed over to Arvin and Annie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arvin and Annie looking at the scrapbook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The couple enjoying the moment with friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group picture after dinner. I can't see myself in this picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been a tradition of our group to have coffee after dinner and it is usually at starbucks. Here are some funny moments as well as stolen moments at starbucks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Squeezing Mark and Helen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang boss naming "Bibbo".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang tanging ina (as Joegie have mentioned) at ang magiging ina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...let me think? Esep-esep...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Tagaytay_Gimik%20079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Tagaytay_Gimik%20079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The F7. This is indeed a tradition...to have a group picture every end of an event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The despedida de soltera was a success and everyone had a great bonding time... To Arvin and Annie, we wish you all the best and CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-114032831329134224?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/114032831329134224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=114032831329134224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/114032831329134224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/114032831329134224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2006/02/despedida-de-soltera.html' title='Despedida De Soltera'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113983242671744106</id><published>2006-02-13T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:12:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot air balloon Festival</title><content type='html'>Last week, our friend Jolana and Helen were talking about hot air balloon festival happening every year at Clark, Pampanga. I've been hearing about the said festival for years now and it's only now that I got so interested to go. I have asked my husband if it's possible for us to join the others in going to Pampanga for the festival and without any second thoughts said yes. Well, with his new camera, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't like to miss the chance to use it and take some shots of it. And so we went to Clark with mama Pina, my mother-in-law; and Agnes, my sister-in-law. It was a nice and wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing the balloons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper-like hotair balloon from Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/9th%20Balloon%20Fiesta%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles from Mark and Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been other activities at Clark that day but after having a short snack, we headed for The Lakeshore in Mexico, Pampanga. The place has a beautiful view. A recommended place to relax and ease up from very busy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Shorelake%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Shorelake%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Shorelake%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Shorelake%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lakeshore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113983242671744106?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113983242671744106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113983242671744106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113983242671744106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113983242671744106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-air-balloon-festival.html' title='Hot air balloon Festival'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113983000275085164</id><published>2006-02-13T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:26:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special greeting to a special person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband celebrated his birthday last Feb. 8. It maybe a late birthday greeting here on my blog but it is better than never to mention it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my husband, the special person in my life, may you have many more years and blessings to come. May all your hearts desires be granted. And rest assure that i'll always be right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113983000275085164?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113983000275085164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113983000275085164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113983000275085164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113983000275085164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2006/02/special-greeting-to-special-person.html' title='A special greeting to a special person'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113982932343029711</id><published>2006-02-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:19:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member of the house</title><content type='html'>Last January 15, my husband and I decided to buy a pet. Since our trip to Singapore, my husband have been wanting to have a hamster for a pet. Actually his first choice is a dog particularly a pug. However, with a little place we have, having a dog for a pet is not applicable. And so the decision to have a hamster was made final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named our new friend Mufasa. For whatever reason, i'm not sure with my husband. Our new found friend has given us such joy for almost a month now. Almost all our visitors enjoys his tricks. My husband always pampers her and cleans her place every week. And now, meet our Mufasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...posing on her wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like a ball with her full cheek pouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...doing her usual routine on her wheels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113982932343029711?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113982932343029711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113982932343029711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113982932343029711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113982932343029711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-member-of-house.html' title='A new member of the house'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113696161068601274</id><published>2006-01-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:04:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Singapore</title><content type='html'>My husband and I had celebrated christmas in a different way. We have been celebrating christmas with our families and this christmas is different in a way that we had it away from our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December 24, my husband and I together with my sister Armi had a general cleaning around the house. We finished cleaning the house just in time for dinner. So as planned, we will have pancit, ham and brownies for dinner/noche buena. After dinner, we went to Caleruega Transfiguration Chapel to hear mass. Again, we had noche buena courtesy of Caleruega and we ate our noche buena together with strangers (others who attended the mass). Then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, my husband and I went to the airport for our scheduled flight bound to Singapore. This is where our christmas adventure in Singapore started. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1. Sentosa Singapore's island Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/P1010023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My husband with butterflies and insects as background at Butterfly Park and Insect Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Posing with our tour guides este tito/ninong Bernard and tita/ninang Mae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Infront of The Merlion and Merlion Walk with tita Mae and Bernice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 2. Esplanade and Fountain of Wealth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my husband inside Esplanade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my husband outside Esplanade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me and my husband at KOI Garden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 3. Orchard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just having another pose infront of a fountain near Takashimaya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/IMG_1422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pigging out along the sidewalk of Orchard. Actually pagod na kami sa kakalakad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had our christmas vacation in Singapore for 6 days and it was an experience worth remembering. I can't wait to go back and do another round of adventure. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/P1010028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The view from Bernice's room. The first view we see in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The view from the balcony. This is the view I like to look at in the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113696161068601274?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113696161068601274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113696161068601274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113696161068601274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113696161068601274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-in-singapore.html' title='Christmas in Singapore'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113642471137437430</id><published>2006-01-05T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:34:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1</title><content type='html'>Today marks my parents' 29th wedding anniversary and my mother's 58th birthday. That's why it's a 2 celebration in 1 day. This is indeed a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To our dearest mamsy... thank you so much for all the wonderful years we've shared. Thank you for all the laughters, comforts and time you've given. Thank you for your unselfish love. You are definitely the best mom in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to mamsy and papsy...a big thank you for all the love and support. We love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My parents during my wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is indeed one occasion that my parents are at my side (literally) to give their support and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is my parent's pride for 29 years...Our Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113642471137437430?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113642471137437430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113642471137437430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113642471137437430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113642471137437430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-in-1.html' title='2 in 1'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113437717837980912</id><published>2005-12-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:55:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekindle my Vow</title><content type='html'>It's been a year now since Joseph and I exchanged our vows. Remembering that moment makes me smile and feels proud for some reason. With this, I would like to rekindle my vow to my husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joseph,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back at the moments we've shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've started loving you not knowing how, when or where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know is that I love you everytime, everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love me on your own simple ways...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;whenever I've made the wrong move, you simply smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...in times of sickness and sadness, you are always at my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...you whisper "you can do it" and "i love you" as means of encouraging me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...you believe in me and make every dream a reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and being optimistic, you make easy to handle life's difficulty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for everything...thank you for keeping your promise to join me here at the altar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I profess my commitment to love you 'til eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To serve you as your wife and mother to your children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be by your side at all times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A promise I will forever keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With our friends, love ones and God our father as my witness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                   Joseph and Clemence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                     December 12, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                       Caleruega Transfiguration Chapel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my husband Joseph, thank you for always being at my side and sharing those wonderful years with me. I will forever keep my promise to love you 'til eternity...&lt;em&gt;I love you and Happy Anniversary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113437717837980912?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113437717837980912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113437717837980912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113437717837980912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113437717837980912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/12/rekindle-my-vow.html' title='Rekindle my Vow'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113420511807978850</id><published>2005-12-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:00:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Ladies and a Guy</title><content type='html'>This December, 3 of my friends would be celebrating their birthday. This is a chance for me to say Happy Birthday to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolana (Dec. 21) - one of my closest friend, a person whom you could rely on at all times and a friend who's always comfortable to be with...Happy Birthday Jols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiela (Dec. 26) - there never been a dull moment with her, a good listener and laughs at almost all of my jokes...to you Shie, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/untitled.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark (Dec. 27) - the very silent friend of ours and the ever faithful betterhalf of Helen ... Happy Birthday Marky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the best this year and the years to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113420511807978850?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113420511807978850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113420511807978850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113420511807978850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113420511807978850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-ladies-and-guy.html' title='Two Ladies and a Guy'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-113090288542297281</id><published>2005-11-03T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:06:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip...from South to North</title><content type='html'>My hubby and I just had a great vacation...We decided to go home to our provinces (that's Pangasinan for Joseph and La Union for me) because of a long weekend having Oct. 31 and Nov. 1 as Holiday. We were so excited to go home after a long time of working hard. Our itenerary was purely to visit our families and enjoy some time with them. So, at 3am last saturday, my hubby and I together with some friends left Cavite and we drive all the way to Pangasinan. When we were in my in-laws place, Joseph was fixing his sister's computer while I was sleeping. Out of the blue, Joseph called Rene to ask if they are going to Ilocos 'coz before we went home, Rene and Jolana have been inviting us to join them in Ilocos. At the end of the call, a decision have been made to have a road trip to the north on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and I left Pangasinan the next day at around 4:45am and we drop by our place (San Fernando, La Union) to say hi to my father. We reached Jolana's place in Bangar, La Union around 6:30am and had breakfast before hitting the road. While on the road, we have decided to start our Ilocos adventure in Laoag, Ilocos Norte instead of Pagudpud which is only an hour away from Laoag. We thought that we'll not have enough time if we'll proceed to Pagudpud. Then we reached Laoag before lunch time. We had our lunch at McDonalds Laoag. After lunch, the adventure begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laoag City, Ilocos Norte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0495.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Sinking Bell Tower &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0521.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ilocos Norte Capitol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fort Ilocandia Resort and Casino Filipino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paoay, Ilocos Norte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0575.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;St. Augustine Catholic Church or also known as Paoay Church. A UNESCO World Heritage Site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0625.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The foursome...Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Acapuyan with Mr. and Mrs. Rene Enriquez at Paoay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0632.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Balay Ti Amianan or Malacanang ti Amianan for Ilocanos. For other Filipinos, it is known as Malacanang of the North.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0646.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Inside Malacanang of the North.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vigan, Ilocos Sur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0674.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last leg of our road trip, Vigan. Me and Jolana posing in front of Vigan Church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0675.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides Vigan Longganisa, Bibingka and Chichacorn, Vigan Empanada is one of Vigan's trade mark. It is a "must have merienda" whenever in Vigan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of Vigan's tourist spot, the ancestral houses. Walking through this street makes you go back to Spanish Era.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my hubby in a Kalesa without the horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the long tiring yet enjoyable trip to Ilocos, we had dinner at Jolana's place with delicious foods prepared by her mom. It's kind of shameful to admit but we did "eat and run" for the reason that we still have to drive home to San Fernando. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus, we end up the day with jokes of having another road trip to Pagudpud on Nov. 1. Our trip to Ilocos have been the highlight of our vacation and it's worth remembering...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-113090288542297281?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/113090288542297281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=113090288542297281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113090288542297281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/113090288542297281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/11/road-tripfrom-south-to-north.html' title='Road Trip...from South to North'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112970575746932663</id><published>2005-10-20T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:09:17.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 27...Hello 28</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, I said goodbye to 27 and said hello to 28. Yup,  I just turned 28 and thinking about the age made me kind of sad 'coz i'm near to the thirties. Although, i'm still happy that i reach this age with some accomplishments that i could be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends extended their greetings and even my parents called to greet me on my special day. I was kind of surprised to hear my father asking: "How old are you anak?" which I happen to answer back with: "I'm already 28 years old...hehehe...anya met ni papsy, inaramid nak met nga ubing (ano ba yan papsy, ginawa mo pa akong bata)". After my conversation with my father, I did realized that i'm not anymore his little girl (syempre sa height little pa rin ako...hehehe). In short, matanda na ako. And growing old made me realize of greater responsibilities that I have to carry out just like what my father had advised me when i was nine years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my husband, family and friends...thank you for remembering my special day and for being there always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112970575746932663?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112970575746932663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112970575746932663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112970575746932663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112970575746932663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/10/bye-27hello-28.html' title='Bye 27...Hello 28'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112564195398294354</id><published>2005-09-02T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:21:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a special guy in my life</title><content type='html'>There's this guy in my life that I love so much since birth...&lt;br /&gt;He happens to be there in times you least expect it...&lt;br /&gt;He's a man of few words but often wears a big smile...&lt;br /&gt;He has big dreams for everyone which includes me...&lt;br /&gt;And he's my father, the one we often call Papsy...and lolo 'ip-'op for my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he's celebrating his birthday and I'm grabbing this opportunity to greet him on his special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0507_frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Papsy, we are proud to have you as our father and we love you ...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112564195398294354?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112564195398294354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112564195398294354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112564195398294354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112564195398294354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-special-guy-in-my-life.html' title='To a special guy in my life'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112555593154755964</id><published>2005-09-01T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:25:31.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>To my dear friend Joegie, this posting may come late but I hope and wish for a wonderful birthday for you. Again, happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Joegie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Joegie.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112555593154755964?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112555593154755964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112555593154755964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112555593154755964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112555593154755964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/08/belated-happy-birthday.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112435085342956452</id><published>2005-08-18T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:45:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you Annie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Annie... wishing you all the best life has to offer. Enjoy your special day with love ones and friends. Thanks for the friendship...Again, happy birthday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Annie.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112435085342956452?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112435085342956452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112435085342956452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112435085342956452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112435085342956452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-to-you-annie.html' title='Happy Birthday to you Annie!'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112297057800014681</id><published>2005-08-02T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:24:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Gesture of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/seph"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/seph%27s%20gift.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning came to me as a surprise. While I was working on the software of one of my devices and having a nice chat with some officemates, Annie, one of my friends in the office, came to my cube with a bouquet of flowers. She told me that my husband asked her to do him a little favor of delivering the flowers to me. I was surprised. Everyone who's in my cube have been teasing me. Actually, almost everyone who sees the flowers keep on asking for any special occasion. Which is also a question to me...I can't remember any special occasion for my husband to give me flowers except maybe if he has done something wrong that would make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did thanked him through text. Then he called and obviously my first question was..."Bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his answer : "Wala lang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having the flowers on no special occasion and no particular reason makes me blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my husband...thank you for the flowers...thank you for making me special...and most of all, thank you for loving me...I love you more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112297057800014681?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112297057800014681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112297057800014681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112297057800014681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112297057800014681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/08/simple-gesture-of-love.html' title='A Simple Gesture of Love'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112200263607162003</id><published>2005-07-22T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T13:16:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jolana has tagged me, thus, I need to answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer: &lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things I enjoy even when no one around me wants to go out and play are&lt;br /&gt;reading books especially Harry Potter, watch movies at home, and clean the&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Answer: &lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's like asking what makes me happy and contented. They are as&lt;br /&gt;follows:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... just being with my hubby talking, fooling around, cracking some&lt;br /&gt;jokes, eating endlessly, watching movies and travelling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... having dates with my siblings and also with my parents &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... reading books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... travelling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... cooking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... shopping (mostly window shopping 'coz I don't have money to buy the things I want)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... having coffee break at starbucks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many more which I haven't thought of right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112200263607162003?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112200263607162003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112200263607162003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112200263607162003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112200263607162003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112190943661834852</id><published>2005-07-21T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:41:13.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July Celebrants</title><content type='html'>July is indeed a month to celebrate! 5 of my friends in the office are celebrating their birthdays in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you guys...cheers to another year full of blessings and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Rhea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Rhea1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Jane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Jane1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15 - Rhea and Ate Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Chris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Chris1.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20 - Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Helen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Helen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/Elanie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/Elanie3.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26 - Helen and Elanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y ! ! !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112190943661834852?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112190943661834852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112190943661834852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112190943661834852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112190943661834852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-celebrants.html' title='July Celebrants'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112175580100903719</id><published>2005-07-19T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:50:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/79px-Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/79px-Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, one of the engineers mentioned to me that it's the released date of Harry Potter book 6 (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince). Being an addict fan of Harry Potter, I started computing our budget if there's enough room to buy the said book. Unfortunately, what was left was for 2 weeks grocery and we'll not definitely sacrifice it to buy the book. I called my husband and informed him of the release of HP6 (Harry Potter 6). Just like me, my husband was so excited with the news 'coz he's also addicted to Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time we've finished reading HP5, we're really looking forward to read the next book. J.K. Rowling indeed has an awesome talent of creating a masterpiece that makes her readers so hooked up in reading (or maybe she did place a spell on the books that who ever reads it would be hooked up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also mentioned to my husband that we don't have enough budget to buy the book. Though, my husband ask me to wait for him at SM after office hours which made me think that he's planning to buy the book. For the reason that I also want to have the book, I did not argue with him on meeting him at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the mall, I went to national bookstore to check on the book if they still have them ('coz the last time HP5 was released, there had been a long line at the cashier and the books were already sold out on the 1st day of release). Considering, we did not pay for reservations, we wouldn't be able to buy a book at that time and i was kind of disappointed. I asked the personnel who's in charge of HP6 books if it's possible for us to buy the book without making any reservations and she answered yes. With that, it made my spirits high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Joseph in front of the mall entrance and the moment I saw him I grab his arm right away and we made our way to National bookstore. Before we bought the book, I asked him if we had extra budget for it and he mentioned that he wasn't able to pay for his insurance. Thus, we could borrow and use the money to buy the book and just pay it on our next salary. We were both excited on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, I was not the first one to read the book. It was my husband who got hold of it first. And he's been reading the book until 3 am. And the moment he woke up last sunday, resumes reading it. I haven't got the chance to look at it. Then, while we're eating, he'll tell me of what he read which pisses me of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that he's not yet finished reading the book, this morning I searched for the synopsis of HP6. I've gone through it and already knew the ending of the book. With that, I called my husband and told him all I have read which makes him angry...hahaha...speaking of sweet revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for other Harry Potter fanatics, you could visit this website for other details of Harry Potter Book 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Image:Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince2.jpg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler : one of the main characters was killed and the half-blood prince is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112175580100903719?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112175580100903719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112175580100903719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112175580100903719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112175580100903719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter-mania.html' title='Harry Potter Mania'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-112115729248815969</id><published>2005-07-12T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:40:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to my Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Through my grandmother's eyes, I can see more clearly the way things used to be, the way things ought to be, and most important of all, the way things really are&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ed Cunningham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I received a call from my mother asking me to go home to Bolinao, Pangasinan. She told me that my lola is sick and she had been uttering my name even when she's sleeping. For the reason that I had URTI (Upper Respiratory Track Infection or in Tagalog Trangkaso) that same moment, so, I decided to go to Bolinao on a weekend. My mother went to Bolinao last Thursday and she waited for us (me, my husband and my sister) 'coz we've mentioned to her that we'll be travelling Friday midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Bolinao 6am last saturday and my mother was waiting for us at the gate. She looks happy to see us arrived safe. We went straight to my lola's place and saw her laying in bed. She was so thin. My mother advised me to whisper in my lola's ear that I have already arrived. And so I did and she opened her eyes and stares at me blankly. That moment, I don't know what to say and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at her, I have this feeling of regret. I feel that I've wasted some of my time to other matters rather than spending that time with my lola. It's been 3 years since I last saw her. I was expecting that she'll attend my wedding last December but she's already old to travel. All my plans to visit her didn't push through and I feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having that guilt, I did think of the wonderful things my lola have done. Among these wonderful things were raising 10 children (wherein 7 were college degree holder and the other 3 may not finish college but they have decent jobs), experienced and was present during the birth of her 35 grandchildren, and the most important of all is loving us all in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be 91 this coming December 25 and all of us have been prepared to accept the thruth that her time to join our Father is near. Thus, instead of feeling guilt, I did spend my weekend with my lola by taking care of her last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Bolinao last Sunday but before we left, I whispered to my lola's ear that I'll be back soon and I love her so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-112115729248815969?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/112115729248815969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=112115729248815969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112115729248815969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/112115729248815969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/07/tribute-to-my-lola.html' title='A Tribute to my Lola'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-111872624227176418</id><published>2005-06-15T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:34:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wedding memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been 2 months since my last post. I have been spending those 2 months with a never ending project. If only i'm rich, i'll just resign from this job... On the second thought, what would I be doing if i'm rich, i might eventually get bored with spending money... Well, good thing I still have a job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, last week I discovered that our wedding photographer (Fol Rana) have reformatted his website. And for months of waiting, I've finally seen some of our wedding pictures posted. Here's the link to his website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.folrana.com/images/album/2004/JosephClemence/index.html"&gt;http://www.folrana.com/images/album/2004/JosephClemence/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to share some of the pictures taken during our wedding day which were not posted in Fol's website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Misalette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband kissing my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Members of the entourage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose petals, coins and rice grains showered at us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/320/DSC_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6062/942/1600/DSC_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first dance as a couple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viewing those pictures brings back memories. Memories of the preparations done down to the wedding day itself. It has been a very tiring yet fulfilling experience to prepare and make a dream wedding come true. And everytime I hear news of friends getting married, i'm so excited that I often volunteer to help. Sometimes I have these thoughts of venturing on planning and coordinating a wedding for couples...hmmm, not a bad idea. This could be a career once I resign from my job. Though, I have to do some studying if I am to pursue being a wedding planner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I need to get back to work or else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-111872624227176418?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/111872624227176418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=111872624227176418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111872624227176418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111872624227176418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-wedding-memories.html' title='My wedding memories'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-111233804111454822</id><published>2005-04-02T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:49:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last it's Friday</title><content type='html'>This week had been the longest week ever. Maybe because I haven't accomplish anything and I just wait for the time to go home. I really can't wait to go home and watch TV. I'm so hooked up with the Koreanovela "Full House".  This is the only thing that makes my day lately complete. I even asked my husband to look for a DVD of this. Though, he told me that it's better to watch it every night for me to have something to look forward each day. This is the kind of telenovelas I really like to watch. It's light (not a heavy drama), funny and gives a different kind of "kilig". During breakfast and lunch time, we often talk about this telenovela and everyone's having a good time discussing it. Well, I really can't wait to go home and watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-111233804111454822?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/111233804111454822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=111233804111454822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111233804111454822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111233804111454822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-last-its-friday.html' title='At last it&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-111197668396794422</id><published>2005-03-28T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:32:01.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up at the wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>It's monday morning and the day after a long weekend. After staying at home eating and sleeping for 4 days, it's hard to wake up early and go to office. I just can't get myself to work and start my day right. I'm looking forward for 4:45pm. Maybe I should have taken the day off and just go to my doctor. I have a scheduled check up today and I just don't feel like listen to possible cause/s why I'm losing my hair. Well, I need to get my acts together or else I won't be able to send the data needed and end up losing not only my hair but also my job. I admit that I'm not enjoying my job but this is the only way for me to survive life here in Phil. Besides if I really want a wonderful life and have kids, I have to keep this job. On the second thought, I think I should start searching for other "greener pastures". Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-111197668396794422?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/111197668396794422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=111197668396794422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111197668396794422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111197668396794422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/03/waking-up-at-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Waking up at the wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11552194.post-111121880384527224</id><published>2005-03-19T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:53:23.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday work turned to blog making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm...hello mike test...mike test... hello...how am I going to do and start this. Let's see, i'm in the office and it's saturday. So, i'm suppose to do some backlog, unfortunately, i'm tired and at the same time bored. And i've decided to create my very own blog. I'm not so sure if i really have to do this. Though, i'm sure that I have to at least have a blog to write my thoughts on. Anyway, what am I going to share right now? I really don't have anything in mind right now except that in a few minutes time, i'll be driving home and i'm a little nervous to do so. Why? Because i'll be driving home all by myself and it's been a long time since I drove my car. I've even called my husband to at least come over the office and drive me home instead but he resist. Maybe, i'll settle this problem of mine in just a few minutes. Though, honestly, i'm starting to enjoy doing this. I think i'll do this often, coming to office on saturday and updating my blog. What an excellent idea!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11552194-111121880384527224?l=akolangponaman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/feeds/111121880384527224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11552194&amp;postID=111121880384527224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111121880384527224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11552194/posts/default/111121880384527224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akolangponaman.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-work-turned-to-blog-making.html' title='Saturday work turned to blog making'/><author><name>clemzky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06069804630804469088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
