<?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-11739197</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:05:17.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ivygurlalush</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-113832770825262305</id><published>2006-01-26T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:08:28.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAHOOO!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday at last! from Monday to Thursday I have been waiting for this day! hay.. I feel soold.. I have to go to get a massage.. I feel tired.. only a few days to go and my contract will end (gym). I checked my weight again... well... at least something paid off.. even if it was just a mere *toot* *toot* lbs... weheheehe.. yoko ngang sabihin! basta I'm quite happy but not that much.. e pano na yan kung matapos na kontract ko and tumaba nanaman ako! sus! I really hope not! I bought a racer back top yesterday.. wehehehe! carry na ng lola! pero I would really like to shed some more lbs... I hope to goodness that I can continue this since the use of our company gym is free.. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly missing my hon right now. The last time I saw him was Tuesday. We just went straight home and watched HP3. I hope I could see him later but I won't ask him since I know he's tired. gumimmick si lolo kagabi ko I doubt he has the energy to meet up.. may pasok pa sya tomorrow.. =(&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I get to put more sensible topics here.. probably next week.. i'm sleepy... tulog muna ko...&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I'm in the office.. hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-113832770825262305?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/113832770825262305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=113832770825262305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/113832770825262305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/113832770825262305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2006/01/yahooo-friday-at-last-from-monday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-113705281508317752</id><published>2006-01-11T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:00:15.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S JUST GREAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to the gym for the past 3 months.. I have been kicking my ass off in the gym and you know what I found out?? I have lost 2 lbs only!!! freakin 2 lbs in 3 months! what the f*ck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he instructor measured me before the Christmas season and I lost more than that. I've been trying my best to watch what I eat but ofcourse there was Noche buena and new year's eve and what do I do?? stuff my self with carbs! Thats's what I did! Damn! I lost an inch off my waist (mind you.. that took a lot of effort and I mean A LOT since I'm a rice kinda gal) and when I measured yesterday... I gained half an inch! Crap! feeling defeated, I had 1 mocha frap from Starbucks, chicken and spaghetti with coke and small fries from McDo. To top it off.. I atemy wheat bread sandwich that was suppossed to by my LUNCH! Aghh! Now I have to go back to the gym to lose all the calories that I happily munched away today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless... My contract ends January 31 and I don't think I'm planning on renewing it... I just wasted money and time. Crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-113705281508317752?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/113705281508317752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=113705281508317752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/113705281508317752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/113705281508317752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-just-great-i-have-been-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-113653446136864687</id><published>2006-01-05T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:01:01.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness!!! I thought i'd never be able to add a post on my blog... as in never! You see, the only time that I have so that I can post on my Blog is during office hours... galing na employee di ba? hehehe.. anyway, since everything here has been surf controlled, I wasn't able to post for like almosta decade. Now if you ask how I was able to post this time... secret!!! ngayon lang kinaya ng powers ko na maghanap ng paraan... thanks to Brian and Macy dahil kung hindi... aamagin na si ivygurlalush! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay naku. There are a lot of things na nangyari na sa life ko. people have come and gone na di ko man lang nailagay dito sentiments ko. idaan na lang sa kape... I only had 3 hours of sleep last night or rather this morning. watched Chronicles of Narnia last night with hon. It was a good movie but as hon said, they keep comparing "fantasy" movies to Harry Potter... that means nothing can measure up to it. not just yet anyway. so I'll be making this this short but hey, I found a way to post tings here again so probably by Monday i'll be busy typing away again... (off ko po for 2 days e. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogging. the hell i did! it's been so long it's a good thing my password is very easy to remember! Oh well, hope to write again soon. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-113653446136864687?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/113653446136864687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=113653446136864687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/113653446136864687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/113653446136864687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2006/01/bwahahahahahaha-my-goodness-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112926619143263563</id><published>2005-10-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:03:11.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GOODNESS!!! =0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! a month and a half since I last bogged??? tsk, tsk, tsk... bad Ivy.. bad Ivy! fis\rst of all I really don't have a choice. I do visit some blogs but I'm just too swamped with work! and to top it all off... we are forever surf controlled in the office.. I mean we are not allowed to surf the net for "personal" use. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the movies I've watched with my hon but the latest would be the 40 year old virgin... it was funny but not freakin' hillarious but it was generally okay. I've been shopping lately so i'm dead broke... I bought an umbrella that I think is not working properly yesterday.. I mean the "ribs" of the thing is not properly closing or bending... damn! can't even think of words to describe it! I bought these cute sandals and I'm not telling where and what the price is because it's so cheap! and I like cheap things that are very useful... and cute! =) My hon bourght bought me 2 shirts, a skirt and sandals also... shopping gift =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actuallt planning to give him something special but it's too expensive... crap... I have to work double shifts if i'm gonna give him this watch that he's just craving for but sorry hon... not yet... can't afford it so I opted for shoes.. ofcourse he was with me since he's the one who should fit it cinderella style =). I'm blabbering... It's actually gonna be our 7th year together... yey! yey! yey! the sad part is he's gonna be on duty in the hospital... crap... I hate Heart Center! okay... I take it back... it's just that his schedule is soo lousy...  can't take a leave since my officemate would be training for "calls" so I have no choice.. again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I'm gonna slack it off now... it's my restday and I'm still infron of the computer... but it's okay... at least I updated my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the messages.. I'll try to post some time soon..hopefully.. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112926619143263563?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112926619143263563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112926619143263563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112926619143263563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112926619143263563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-goodness-0-wow-month-and-half-since.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112581620407985453</id><published>2005-09-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:43:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE PAST WEEK...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 3 movies with hon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Must Love Dogs&lt;br /&gt;2. The Longest Yard&lt;br /&gt;3. Shy High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... so we actually saw 3 movies... so what? even if our eyes pop out I don't care =) It's not like we watched it the same day... may pahinga naman. We were supposed to watch Skeleton Key but being the scaredy cat that I am, I opted for a romantic comedy. Besides, haven't watched a feel good movie for the longest time now. I do love dogs...well... animals at that. And my hon likes animals as well. He would actually like 10 dogs, a fish pond and an aviary in our house when we get married. Riiiiiiiight! So we have to have like a big house with a big garage or a big garage with a small house. either way, the space should be big emoug to fit the aminals. I think he wants to own a pet shop. I also think that he should just study vet. med =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Longest Yard is just the best! It was so hilarious!!!! it was the second week and there were still lost of people watching the movie. Adam Sandler is just a super comedian. Great actor. super! although we didn't catch the first 10 mins of it.. Still had fun as in! You guys have to see this movie. will be buying a DVD of this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky High wasn't the choice of hon. In fact, i asked him to watch sky high instead of Must Love Dogs since mapag patol ako sa ganitong movies (I still watch cartoons ya know!). This is a good movie as well. There's this kid whose parents are super heroes and he was enrolled to his parents Alma Mater... even though he does not have a clue what his powers are~ basta it's a good movie... will buy DVD of this as well... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112581620407985453?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112581620407985453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112581620407985453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112581620407985453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112581620407985453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/09/past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112530231399464328</id><published>2005-08-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:50:25.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Sangi... AGAIN... What Were You Like... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Years ago...&lt;br /&gt;so mga 6 years old na ko... I think in grade 1... ayun... labas nga labas... playing patintero.. bahay bahayan. usual kid stuff. I was very energetic and I don't like taking siesta naps in the afternoon. My mom has to FORCE ne to sleep since all my cells are alive and kicking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Years ago... &lt;br /&gt;11 years old.. Grade 5. Same old same old. Still playing the usual stuff pero hindi na yung bahay bahayan. There was a time that my friends wanted me to play bahay bahayan but I was going to get "married" muna with the ceremony and all! NO WAY! I'm an average kid. I'm not a very sociable person (bec. of my parents who are very strickt :) but I keep my friends close to me. They still are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years ago... &lt;br /&gt;My goodness... 10 years ago na ba nung 1st year college ako???!!! whoa... that's a long time! ok... still had no boyfriend... but there are guys who are courting me na.. not that much as I expected (come to think of it) since they get intimidated... or is it because they find me mataray and suplada (hello?? that's because I'm shy noh!) Di lang talaga sanay coz I came from an exclusive school for girls. There are guys naman na nagpapadaplis hangin pero I NEVER liked them.. sila na nga lang yung malakas loob sila pa yung ayaw ko :( sorry. I was never into boys that much. niloloko na nga ako na tomboy daw ako e. but no! I had my share of "kilig moments" in college but not to be taken seriously. My friends were all havng boyfriends and ako? deadma. Gala lang ng gala if there was an opportunity. Puro friends lang. Di rin ako actually masyado gumigimmik. Strict nga si mother and father. If I was "pasaway" e siguro I've gone to a lot of places na ng di nagpapaalam kaso takot ako... college na ko nito ha! Siguro it was just not the time... buti na lang I waited. met my hon after almost 3 years in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years ago... &lt;br /&gt;Hay.... celebrated our second year anniversary... turning 3 na pala!ehehehe... happy... contented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Years ago... &lt;br /&gt;was working for a company that brought me to hell. I swear! I only had 1 rest day. There were times that I had to go home at 12:30 ad be up by 4:30 in the morning! Damn! I got so skinny and parang laging bad day. Siguro kasi always with bad company. Bwiset lahat ng tao. Parang I was working my ass off tapos la ding kwenta. Found out that I'm working with devils. I thought I can surpass them all but I don't like to join them during their fall. Said goodbye, adios, sayonara to them and boy was I a free bird! My family and hon was so happy that I got out of that bottomless pit. As in! After a few months my friend told me to apply in a call center so what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year... &lt;br /&gt;Still working in a call center. Transferred accounts wich was a GOOD IDEA. As in! From a crappy account to a more pleasant one. :) miss my friends there though. My dear friend Shiela from that account left for the US and I miss her terribly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year... &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I'm getting old in this company. Though it has been almost 2 years only... i feel old... I am old :) My other dear friend Toni left for Singapore.....without even telling me! She just informed me when she was already getting settled there. hmp! Bad Toni! hehehe. But I do hope she's having a grand time there. My cousis came from the US. Had lotsa fun and gimmiks... (which was most needed). Turning 7 years na kami! yahooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... &lt;br /&gt;Went to work as usual. Met up with hon.. went to their house anf ate with his family. Went to GateWay Mall. Watched "The Longest Yard" which was the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night... &lt;br /&gt;Went home around 10:30-10:45 pm... slept around 11:45... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... &lt;br /&gt;Stil chatting... and updating my blog :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;I have no clue. Hopefully our salary is already out (GRRRRRRRR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year... &lt;br /&gt;By that time my hon already passed his board exam (i'm keeping my fingers... ang toes crossed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-10 Years from now... &lt;br /&gt;I will be working in a high paying company with a REGULAR SCHEDULE. I'm married with 2 adorable kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing this to:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112530231399464328?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112530231399464328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112530231399464328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112530231399464328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112530231399464328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-sangi.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112527720736626364</id><published>2005-08-29T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:15:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sangi tagged me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare you: &lt;br /&gt;1. losing my family &lt;br /&gt;2. losing ron&lt;br /&gt;3. burglars  &lt;br /&gt;4. fast cars&lt;br /&gt;5. being overweight and can't exercise.&lt;br /&gt;6. sickness&lt;br /&gt;7. to be left alone in life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that you like the most: &lt;br /&gt;1. sandals! &lt;br /&gt;2. bags &lt;br /&gt;3. celphone&lt;br /&gt;4. malls &lt;br /&gt;5. sale!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;6. flowers &lt;br /&gt;7. food (yum!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven important things in your bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;1. pillows&lt;br /&gt;2. bed&lt;br /&gt;3. tv&lt;br /&gt;4. e. fan&lt;br /&gt;5. vent (init e)&lt;br /&gt;6. mirror/comb&lt;br /&gt;7. watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. just wore glasses about a year and a half now&lt;br /&gt;2. loves animals (have had numerous pets since birth)&lt;br /&gt;3. can go to the mall alone&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not sure if I've watched a movie alone&lt;br /&gt;5. was always wonering how I came about (how I can see, walk, smell, talk etc.) and if everything around me is real&lt;br /&gt;6. can easily get cold&lt;br /&gt;7. would love to learn how to swim and drive (not at the same time though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. as I said.... learn how to swim&lt;br /&gt;2. how to drive&lt;br /&gt;3. have a normal family with ron&lt;br /&gt;4. I want my mom and dad walk me down the isle pala muna :)&lt;br /&gt;5. live a fruitful life&lt;br /&gt;6. travel&lt;br /&gt;7. own my own company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;1. i can eat 2 pizzas from Sbarro :)&lt;br /&gt;2. i can play volleyball&lt;br /&gt;3. i can sleep on a bench without moving (talent!)&lt;br /&gt;4. i can hug and kiss ron forever&lt;br /&gt;5. i can wash my own clothes&lt;br /&gt;6. i can braid my own hair&lt;br /&gt;7. i can be ready to go out in 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1. i can't do a cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;2. i can't appreciate opera&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't go out at 12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't sleep without talking to ron first&lt;br /&gt;5. i can't go out without my family knowing I'm leaving &lt;br /&gt;6. i can't check my friendster today &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;7. i can't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. lips&lt;br /&gt;3. the way they carry a conversation&lt;br /&gt;4. the way he carries himself&lt;br /&gt;5. has self confidence (ayoko nga lang ng mayabang.. there's a BIG difference)&lt;br /&gt;6. clean nails and face syemps&lt;br /&gt;7. sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. ok ka lang? &lt;br /&gt;2. Hello lang?!&lt;br /&gt;3. ano ba?! (ano ka ba)&lt;br /&gt;4. kadiri ka&lt;br /&gt;5. kadiri ka talaga&lt;br /&gt;6. pwede ba... &lt;br /&gt;7. tigilan mo nga ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign):&lt;br /&gt;1. ay! ay! the love of my life.... bamboo manalac!!&lt;br /&gt;2. ding dong dantes (high school pa ko nito... until 1st year college)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan Agoncillo... (dati pa to...damn Juday!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Usher&lt;br /&gt;5. Freddy Prince Jr. (as in!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Brian Adams (love the husky voice e)&lt;br /&gt;7. hirap! la na ko maisip! mga cruch ko to nung HS pa ko e! a ok... eto na last... Brendan Fraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have to edit pero I'll just add to the list)&lt;br /&gt;8. Nelly&lt;br /&gt;9. Bill Goldberg&lt;br /&gt;10. Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people you want to see take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1. anybody&lt;br /&gt;2. whoever&lt;br /&gt;3. kahit sino&lt;br /&gt;4. you? &lt;br /&gt;5. her? &lt;br /&gt;6. him?&lt;br /&gt;7. lester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112527720736626364?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112527720736626364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112527720736626364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112527720736626364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112527720736626364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/08/sangi-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112519035590422783</id><published>2005-08-28T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:52:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Thankful : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA &lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO, &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME &lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE &lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, &lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, &lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I AM EMPLOYED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE &lt;br /&gt;BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, &lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING &lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT &lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING &lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I AM WARM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH &lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I CAN HEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES &lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN &lt;br /&gt;CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF &lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE &lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live well, Laugh often, &amp; Love with all of your heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112519035590422783?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112519035590422783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112519035590422783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112519035590422783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112519035590422783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-thankful-for-husband-who-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112460610586971665</id><published>2005-08-21T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:55:44.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK! as in I'm back in my old schedule! and... I have better rest days! this was what I was actually hoping for. 7am to 4pm Friday-Saturdays of! Wheeeee!!!! I'm really hoping that I'd get a schedule in the morning shift regardless of the rest days and here it is! My 1st day of being a normal person again. Less pay but still! I can sleep on my bed at night! I'm gonna have to get good schedule adherence AND hopefully my dear officemates won't pick this schedule. I told my hon about my new sched and he can't even speak.. pure happiness?! hehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my plan for the day. After my work.. i'm going straight to the mall... meet my folks and have dinner out. now THAT"S a plan! So sorry guys... I just have to scream coz of this.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok there.. much better. I just miss the things that I do in this shift... My mom's so happy. She can sleep at night now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...&lt;br /&gt;My highschool friends and I went to our friends's son's 7th birthday party yesterday at Shakey's Tomas Morato. That was the first time we saw each other in years! And take note... that was the first time I saw the birthday boy and MY is he big! I was so fun. Although we were not complete, still.. it's better than not seeing them at all. My shift ended Saturday morning at 8 and I went home early. Didn't sleep anymore since the party was at 3:30pm. Met up with hon at around 2:30p, bought a gift for the celebrant (had to buy another gift, didn't like the first one that I bought). at 3:00p or was it 3:15? Met up with Malou. Got a taxi and went to T. Morato. Was around 3:31p when we arrived.. actually... we were the FIRST to arrive. The celebrant wasn't even there yet! My hon wanted to get coffee so we went to Gloria Jeans. Sorry guys but I don't like their coffee. their 4 seasons (juice) tastes like pineapple orange (this should have 4 ingredients). Anyway, we went back around 4:15p. Our other friend Bek, her 2 kids and 2 brothers were with her. I forgot that 1 of her kids was my godchild! grrr... mental note.... BIG CHRISTMAS GIFT for this kid... So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, my friends went home... and where did we go??? GREENHILLS!!! hay... la na talagang kapaguran... didn't buy much. I just accompanied my hon to buy another MC for his phone. He's convering it to an MP3 Player...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home around 9:30p... arrived at 10:30p... had to go home fast since I was already so grumpy! Lach of sleep... tired... but today is another day so... Have a good day guys and gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112460610586971665?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112460610586971665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112460610586971665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112460610586971665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112460610586971665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-im-back-as-in-im-back-in-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112405634644710053</id><published>2005-08-15T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:52:26.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AY! (the continuation...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme stop doing emails first... (ehehehe! lagot ako sa boss ko..)I have been very stubborn in updating my blog the past weeks.. or should I say months (?) and I can feel my fingers ready for updating... and I already finished my "lunch" (4am???) for this day so I can update my blog :) Let's see now... I have watched "the island" and "wedding crashers". I forgot the other 2 or 3 pictures that we saw but what the heck. How do I do it? I arrive at our house around 10 am.. sleep around 12 noon..wake up at 3:30 or 4pm to prepare... 5:30-6pm meet up with hon... sleep? AT ANO YUN HA?? wahahaha! that's why whenever I arrive at the office I am so freakin' sleepy! there are even times that I DO sleep at my work station... so cold.. so nice to sleep... especially during Saturdays and Sundays... not much calls or emails to process. This is the life! well.. not really.. I mentioned that I don't have a life during my previous posts. well... getting a life or should I say "making one's life" productive takes a lot of work.. and less sleep hours. oh, well they didn't say it's easy! For example.... my officemate wanted to treat us coz it was her birthday. That would be last Saturday.. I have work that night... It was fine it I didn't have to be awake at 4:30AM Friday!!! Ok, I'm confusing you. let me try to explain. My rest days are Wednesday and Thursday nights so that means I have to work on Friday nights right? So since I don't have a sleeping pattern, I woke up at 4:30am Friday and I wasn't able to sleep anymore! Went to work at 10pm Friday until 8AM Saturday and my friends would like us to meet at 2PM Saturday for the treat??? And I still have to work 11PM Saturday until 8AM Sunday! Hep! Hep! hold on! HIT THE BREAK please! Now this is not exactly what I had in mind. Ok so they compromised that I can just follow them at Rockwell around 5 or 6pm but even if I force myself to get up... my whole body is weighing me down. I didn't want them to ruin their fun since it's 4 against 1 (meaning all of them are actually on their rest day Saturday afternoon) so I just let them be :) anyway... there will be other birthdays ... and TREATS to come... right Abi? :) hehehe So right now.. the reasons why I can't post these past few weeks are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;b. crazy IT dept. (go on! surf control everything for crying out loud!)&lt;br /&gt;c. lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;d. work (why not??)&lt;br /&gt;e. lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;f. can't think of anything to write&lt;br /&gt;g. ... did I mention lack of sleep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... I have to kinda stretch get back to work... hopefully I can update my blog everyday, if not at least once a week so that my blog won't accummulate cobwebs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm actually hoping and praying about something to happen next week... no biggie... but for me it's a VERY BIG DEAL... I'll just tell you when I Do get it *fingers.. and toes crossed!*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112405634644710053?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112405634644710053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112405634644710053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112405634644710053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112405634644710053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/08/ay-continuation.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112396697718269168</id><published>2005-08-14T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:58:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time since my last post... just realized it ... yesterday. But still, I didn't have the energy to post things up since I have SO MANY EMAILS TO PROCESS. Yeah.. part of my job is answering questions from serious to silly stuff such as.. " is there a hairdryer in the hotel??" and to think that he's a guy.. or is he? anyhow.. the only thing that I get to do during work hours aside from "working is to browse other blogs. I can't even post a comment or thank the people who still visit me once in a while.. so THANKS TO ALL! :) Oooops! gotta go... "luch break"! I'll post again.. I pwamise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112396697718269168?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112396697718269168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112396697718269168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112396697718269168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112396697718269168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/08/ay-it-has-been-quite-some-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112223143009510825</id><published>2005-07-25T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T11:57:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't think of a title for this post... but it doesn't really matter... all of a sudden I have been very busy the past few days. The problem is, eversince I started my night shift, I didn't have time to do much. I go to work at 11pm and end my shift the following day... after some sleep, I wake up at night and have to prepare to go to work again.. what a lame life! though I'd rather have a lame life than no life at all... I suddenly feel that working does have some rewards... as much as I hate it.. hay... this is non sense... I have to make a lighter update on this.... I'll try to post at another time.. before I strangle myself with the telephone cord! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112223143009510825?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112223143009510825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112223143009510825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112223143009510825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112223143009510825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-think-of-title-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112103731762630176</id><published>2005-07-11T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:15:17.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO ALL THE SINGLE GURLS (AND GUYS) OUT THERE.... THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba tuwing may "get2geder" ang mga tao, &lt;br /&gt;mapa-family reunion man or simpleng barkada gimik, &lt;br /&gt;ang unang tanong sayo ay "May boyfriend ka ba?" &lt;br /&gt;at bago ka pa maka-sagot ay maririnig mo naman &lt;br /&gt;ang "Bakett walaaaaaa??!" &lt;br /&gt;Hayyy, kelangan ba talagang may bitbit kang &lt;br /&gt;boylet sa mga occasions na ito? &lt;br /&gt;Pano kung wala talaga? &lt;br /&gt;Alangan namang maki-usap pa ako sa &lt;br /&gt;mga "close" guy friends ko &lt;br /&gt;para mag-panggap na "kami"?! &lt;br /&gt;Di naman ata tama yun, dee-bah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish na sana mas maintindihan ng mga tao &lt;br /&gt;na sa mga panahon ngayon ay &lt;br /&gt;"accepted" na sa society na MEDYO made-delay &lt;br /&gt;ang pag-iisang dibdib ng mga kababaihan..&lt;br /&gt;especially girls like me &lt;br /&gt;who want to get into so many things &lt;br /&gt;all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish that people would understand that &lt;br /&gt;OKAY LANG AKO and the rest of &lt;br /&gt;THE SAMAHANG MALAMIG ANG PASKO...&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day.. Birthday..etc. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, we do get lonely once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;naiingit din dun sa may mga LOVELIFE... &lt;br /&gt;paminsan-minsan? kung minsan naman ay nagmumuni sa mga &lt;br /&gt;past kilig moments? but these lonely moments &lt;br /&gt;do not and will not make our "world" stop... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isipin nyo nalang, na kung wala kaming mga single friends nyo, &lt;br /&gt;eh di wala kayong paghihingaan ng sama ng loob &lt;br /&gt;tuwing nag-aaway kayo ng boylet or girlet nyo?&lt;br /&gt;wala rin kayong "instant date"&lt;br /&gt;kung sakaling nangailangan kayo?...&lt;br /&gt;wala rin kayong mahihila sa mall &lt;br /&gt;para maghanap ng magandang regalo &lt;br /&gt;for your better-half pag xmas... &lt;br /&gt;o kaya pag bday nya?&lt;br /&gt;at ang pinaka-mahalaga sa lahat, &lt;br /&gt;wala kayong KAKAMPI &lt;br /&gt;if things between you and your labidabs &lt;br /&gt;don't work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami naman sa aming mga singles &lt;br /&gt;ay nakaranas na rin na "ma-in-love".. &lt;br /&gt;yun nga lang, obvious ba??????????&lt;br /&gt;it all didn't work out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di naman kami "bitter" o galit sa mundo?&lt;br /&gt;and totoo nga nyan eh&lt;br /&gt;mas lumalalim ang kahulugan ng "love" para sa min. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're all by yourself, &lt;br /&gt;there's more time to reflect &lt;br /&gt;and think what you really want in life. &lt;br /&gt;Mas naiisip mo kung ano ba talaga &lt;br /&gt;ang makakapagbigay ng tunay na ligaya sayo...&lt;br /&gt;at mas naiisip mo kung pano &lt;br /&gt;matutupad ang lahat ng mga pangarap mo. &lt;br /&gt;And while reflecting, we also get to imagine that we will, &lt;br /&gt;one day....end up with someone &lt;br /&gt;who will share those dreams with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman sa nang-iinggit ako pero &lt;br /&gt;masaya rin ang buhay naming mga single... &lt;br /&gt;Biruin mo we can go out with anybody, anytime..that is. &lt;br /&gt;We can get into all kinds of things..&lt;br /&gt;like go to the gym regularly.. &lt;br /&gt;or get into all kinds of sports...&lt;br /&gt;or any "Self-enhancement" programs, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Mejo tipid din ang buhay single &lt;br /&gt;kasi la naman kaming po-problemahin tuwing &lt;br /&gt;Valentines day or Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;o diba ang saya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa palagay ko naman ay lahat tayo ay &lt;br /&gt;may karapatang sumaya ke single man o attached ka. &lt;br /&gt;I guess may kanya-kanya lang tayong &lt;br /&gt;panahong lumigaya at Diyos lamang ang makapagsasabi...&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan nga dadating and oras na yon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, para sa mga kasalukuyang "ATTACHED", &lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the luck and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Should there be any problems, &lt;br /&gt;don't forget that your SINGLE friends &lt;br /&gt;are always here for you!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga "bagong SINGLES" naman, &lt;br /&gt;wag nang magmukmok! Enjoy life....&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the single life!!! &lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that you will still discover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tandaan mo, DI KA NAG-IISA!!! &lt;br /&gt;madami-dami tayo..hehehehe :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At dun naman sa kapwa kong mga SINGLES?&lt;br /&gt;hope that we are one in believing &lt;br /&gt;that we long for someone &lt;br /&gt;NOT BECAUSE WE WANT TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;but we long for someone because &lt;br /&gt;we want to share our happiness with &lt;br /&gt;that special person for the rest of our lives.... &lt;br /&gt;nakarelate ka ba?????..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112103731762630176?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112103731762630176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112103731762630176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112103731762630176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112103731762630176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-all-single-gurls-and-guys-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112086533043446276</id><published>2005-07-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:28:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I think I understand everything... then I regain consciousness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112086533043446276?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112086533043446276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112086533043446276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112086533043446276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112086533043446276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes-i-think-i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112033953003798844</id><published>2005-07-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:25:30.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jolie Attacks TV Host over Magazine Cover&lt;br /&gt;By WENN &lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie went on the attack during a taped interview with TV breakfast show host Ann Curry June 6, when the Today presenter quizzed the actress about her romance with Brad Pitt. &lt;br /&gt;The movie star, who has since slapped a ban on reporters asking about the alleged love affair, was upset to see Curry had brought a copy of Us Weekly magazine, featuring her Kenyan beach stroll with Pitt and her son Maddox, to the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry waved the showbiz magazine in front of Jolie and sympathetically offered, "This is insane," which angered the actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spat back, "You bought it, you're holding it... The fact is it's part of your program. It's something that we're talking about still." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolie continued by insisting her Kenyan break meant much more to her than a cover shot for a magazine: "That day needs to forever be a day that I made a sandcastle with my son." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Curry offered her famous interviewee a chance to clear up the romance rumors once and for all, Jolie declined, adding, "You and I both know I could make a thousand statements right now and it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They'll (media) say what they wanna say and it's OK. My life will go on, and I need to focus on my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Pitt is disgusted by the media's fixation with his private life, because the effects of AIDS and poverty in Africa are far more pressing issues. &lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood hunk, who recently toured the troubled continent, is hoping his celebrity status will prompt more people to pay attention to the plight of Africans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Troy star says, "I can't get out of the press. These people can't get in the press. So let's redirect the attention a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It drives me mental seeing what I've seen and knowing that it doesn't show up in the news every day. I mean, literally thousands of people died today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she's just like Gloria Arroyo (can't even call her a president), lies, cheats and steals! HPM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112033953003798844?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112033953003798844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112033953003798844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112033953003798844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112033953003798844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/07/jolie-attacks-tv-host-over-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-112033091664731180</id><published>2005-07-03T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:01:56.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HMP! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I woke up at around 5am. I actually slept at around 2pm last wednesday and woke up the following day :) I have to bear my ever so changing time zone since I now work at night so my mornings are actually evenings and vise versa. Copish? I called up hon around 10am so that we can meet up at Gateway Mall. It's been a while since we saw each other (Grrr.. I have to stay in this shift for 2 months!). I told him that I'll be leaving the house at arounf 4 or 5pm. So during this time... I was so lazy and sleepy so since I still had time(or so I thought), I tried to take a NAP. I thought I was just asleep for like 5 minutes when I heard my phone ring. My hon was asking where I was.... I looked at the time... IT'S 7:30pm!!! GASP! I slept from 2pm to 7:30pm! Patay! My hon was so pissed off that he didn't want me to meet him. He talks with me now but we still haven't seen each other for a week now. hay... how I wish my days are really during the day time. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-112033091664731180?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/112033091664731180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=112033091664731180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112033091664731180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/112033091664731180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmp-last-thursday-i-woke-up-at-around.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111999938763394746</id><published>2005-06-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:03:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRR... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;STATEMENT OF THE PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga minamahal kong kababayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last several weeks, the issue of the tape recordings has spun out of control. Tonight, I want to set the record straight. You deserve an explanation from me, because you are the people I was elected to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you recall, the election canvassing process was unnecessarily slow even after the election results were already in and the votes had been counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to protect my votes and during that time had conversations with many people, including a COMELEC official. My intent was not to infuence the outcome of the election, and it did not. As I mentioned, the election had already been decided and the votes counted every major public opinion poll, and adjudged free, fair and our own NAMFREL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, let me tell you how I personally feel, I recognize that making any such call was a lapse in judgement. I'm sorry. I also regret taking so long to speak before you on this matter. I take full responsibility for my actions and to you and to all those good citizens who may have had their faith shaken by these events. I want to assure you that I have redoubled my efforts to serve the nation and earn your trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagagambala ako. Maliwanag na may kakulangan sa wastong pagpapasya ang nangyaring pagtawag sa telepono// pinagsisisihan ko ito ng lubos// pinananagutan ko nang lubusan ang aking mga ginawa, at humihingi ako ng tawad sa inyo, sa lahat ng mga butihing mamamayan na nabawasan ng tiwala dahil sa mga pangyayaring ito. Ibig kong tiyakin sa inyo na lalo pa akong magsisikap upang maglingkod sa bayan at matamo ang inyong tiwala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took office with a mandate to carry out a plan for the nation. Since that time, I have focused on making the tough but necessary decisions to make up for years of economic neglect. We passed a comprehensive, fiscally responsible national budget; raised new and necessary revenues to reinvest in the people; and implemented new anti corruption measures that have led to the highest collection of taxes in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should stand in the way of this work, or the next phase of my reform agenda, which includes new investments in education and social services with our new revenues; and an expansion of our successful anti-corruption and lifestyle checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I want to close this chapter and move on with the Business of governing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask each and every one of you to join hands with me in a show of unity, to help forge ONE philippines, where everyone is equal under the law, and where everyone has the oppurtunity to use their God Given talents to make a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nation is strong and getting stronger. The progress is steady and I ask you to walk with me on this journey to rebuild our great nation. I will remain your humble servant and promise you that I will fulfill my constitutional oath of office to serve the people to the best of my ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of tinapaperz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this is just so sad.. the taped conversation may not directly state that she has cheated but WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU CALL A COMELEC OFFICIAL IF THERE WAS NO MALICE INTENT??? Do you really think that you can fool the Filipino people that you were just WORRIED about your votes??? He is the right person to call but the timing is soooo bad. Hay... This actually caused my heart to pulpitate, as in! I'm sorry for those in favor of GMA... but I am definitely NOT a fan. Remember... DON"T USE THE NAME OF THE LORD GOD IN VAIN! Shame on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111999938763394746?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111999938763394746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111999938763394746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111999938763394746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111999938763394746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111982779274853787</id><published>2005-06-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:47:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a gazillion years of not updating! Well, not really. Pano naman, eversince we've moved to our new building, our dearest IT department firewalled away! pero i's so sorry to say... IF THERE'S A WILL, THERE"S ALWAYS A WAY! as in ALWAYS! This is my second time trying to make this post since the system is hanging. oh well. I'm actually doing email, friendster and blog all at the same time so you have to excuse my spelling sometimes since I'm so excited!!!!! Our first visit here was to test our tools so that we can se to it that everything it working properly. Our HR even gave us a tour of the new building... wahahaha! field trip??? It's been a week since we transferred to this new building and this is definitely it! Aside frm withstanding the cold and the noise of the aicon ( I swear... feeling ko cold cuts kami in an airplane!), it's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are the advantages and disadvantages of transferring: (wait... I have to save again and edit.. ok, here it goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can officially say that we have OUR OWN BUILDING!!! as in I'm sorry to other peeps who are working in a call centel and are still renting other buildings. kahit na munti lang ang building namin na 5 floors.. it's still considered a building right?&lt;br /&gt;2. Everything is new here. I know this isn't such a big deal to some but I tell you... IT IS! The PC's, tables, CR, pantry and a lot more...&lt;br /&gt;3. We have our very own McDo, Tokyo Tokyo, KFC, Mercury Drug Store (?) and they told us that we will be having Yellow Cab and Starbucks but are still on the works.&lt;br /&gt;4. To My dear officemates who are like the tambucho of the bus and the choochoo of the train, we have smoking areas aty the corners of each floor! very convenient since they don't have to go to the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;5. The parking is still free. ( stress on the "STILL") free since they have not come up of a way on how to charge or if it is going to be free. Anyway, there's always Makati Med Parking which is I think cheap.&lt;br /&gt;6. Since this is a new building, It's kinda hard to give out directios to a cab driver. Umm... dun po sa may dulo ng ayala, ay, tapat po nga RCBC, sa likod po ng Makati Med... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss our mini stop and 7/11 trips at night, our starbucks at valero and our Valero cafe'... huhuhu.. mishu!&lt;br /&gt;8. I now know the disadvantage of not having a 9th Floor a.k.a. our food court... you mean Mcdo 4ever???&lt;br /&gt;9. We have to use access cards in every floor that we go to.. actually... every door except the pantry and the restroom... sobra naman!&lt;br /&gt;10. Do security guards have to check our bags twice everytime we enter a floor???? GRRR...&lt;br /&gt;11. The 24/7 stores are so far! 7/11 is the nearest one but it's locatyed at a dark street! yay! scary! &lt;br /&gt;12. I have been thinking whether i should cross the street from RCBC or use the underpass.... but I thought I'll just cross the street... better than the underpass at 10pm!&lt;br /&gt;13. My shift starts at 11pm and ends at 8am! rest days are wed-thurs?! I asked my supervisor and she said it would be another 2 months before we change our schedule... another GRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ok, ok, so it seems that there are more cons than pros right? hay... I don't know... I guess I just have to give it a try right??? Hpm! defensive... well.. I have to make the most out of this at baka mamya e ma-surf control nanaman ako noh! kainis! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111982779274853787?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111982779274853787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111982779274853787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111982779274853787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111982779274853787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/wahahahaha-after-gazillion-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111919967819445671</id><published>2005-06-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:03:21.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do so here are some tests that I took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1485"&gt;"***~*~*~****What magazine are you? Time, Vogue, Seventeen, etc?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz1/1485/res6.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Magazine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are someone everyone can count on for good advice and information. You know whats right and wrong from everything to gossip to restaurants to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1109"&gt;"What dessert are you"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz1/1109/res4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;cupcake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a cupcake! Innocent and sweet more than every one else. Everyone loves someone like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1127"&gt;"What hair product are you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz1/1127/res5.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;conditioner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;The sweet one of the group. you are complex and deep but very happy and energetic. Everyone loves your presence and kind helpign worlds and motions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=22953"&gt;"What does your dream guy look like? PICTURES"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz5/22953/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're into the guy who ddoes everything for you! The true dream date.&lt;br /&gt;*hay.. my very own superman... I have one na by the way :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1499"&gt;"What SPIDERMAN character are you? (cool pics)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz1/1499/res2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Mary Jane. Not very brave but loving in her own way. you know how to make people love you and your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;* I never liked her... as if she knows me at all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111919967819445671?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111919967819445671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111919967819445671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111919967819445671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111919967819445671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-nothing-to-do-so-here-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111922449548107601</id><published>2005-06-19T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:41:35.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the greatest Daddy in the world... Happy Father's Day DADDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to celebrate father's day since my dad had to get a check up from his doctor. My dad is sick but God will definitely bless him since he has been a great father to me and to my sibs... I'll be checking if by next week we can celebrate it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Daddy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111922449548107601?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111922449548107601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111922449548107601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111922449548107601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111922449548107601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day-to-greatest-daddy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111905276146016966</id><published>2005-06-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:59:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OGLING OVER BATMAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that I would like to give a big hand to the creator, writer, special effects team, actors, etc. for a movie well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, me and my hon went to GreenHills to watch a movie. After my 11pm to 8am shift I went directly to their house and around 11pm, we went to see what time they are screening it. At first, I didn't seem interested at the flick but I didn't watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith for Angelina's man stealing ways... (sorry to the [peeps who like her so much...). We just ate lunch at Mann Hann(?) and bought the tickets. I told hon that I'm so tired of walking that I need to sit so I asked him if we could just go in at once (so much for heeled sandals!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept was great although it was somewhat like Starwars (show the first 3 movies first before showing how it all came about). Many back tracks an all. But I was really astonished at the cinematography. Although Christian Bale does look a little like Tom Cruise (but his canine teeth are like a bat's :) ) Anyhow, I still liked the movie alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is also the first time that my hon praised me since I left GH without a shopping bag in sight! haaaay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111905276146016966?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111905276146016966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111905276146016966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111905276146016966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111905276146016966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/ogling-over-batman-this-is-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111875947332464452</id><published>2005-06-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:31:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE COMES THE RAIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw! I never thought I'd be loving the rain! I was praying to GOD this morning for rain since I felt that I was gonna get sick of the heat. I sadly went home this morning and when I woke up at 6pm, I was perspiring like mad! As soon as we were eating dinner, I thought it was just the electric fan and when I asked my mom if that was rain, I heard a faint "YES"! Huraaaay!!!! It was raining like there was a storm coming! I was so happy as I walked out of our house. Sadly though, it wasn't raining at all from the MRT station all the way to Makati. Hmp! Still hot in the office! But still... at least GOD heard me when I asked Him to rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much from the bottom of my heart! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111875947332464452?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111875947332464452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111875947332464452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111875947332464452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111875947332464452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/here-comes-rain-huwaw-i-never-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111870623932189129</id><published>2005-06-14T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:43:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE THIS DAY...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it! This is my first day of taking calls (it's a good thing there aren't that many), my head hurts because of the heat and to top it all off... my hon and I had an argument... grrrr... I feel like turning into a monster! A cookie monster that is... I've had my dinner, after 2 hours.. ate chicken and rice... after another 4 hours... I ate mushroom burger at Jolibee!!! Huwaaaaaa!!!! I swear.. I don't have a waistline anymore! Just as I thought I'd eat less since I have a graveyard shift... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111870623932189129?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111870623932189129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111870623932189129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111870623932189129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111870623932189129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111852689578477329</id><published>2005-06-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:36:47.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SURBEY...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't check my friendster account in the office (darn!), I will answer a survey I fished out from friendly Francis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by: &lt;br /&gt;1. Ivy (my real name ofcourse it's pronounced with a long "I" so it's like Eeeviii... not the regular I-V-Y)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ibyang (I hate this name but my family and some friends call me this when I was a kid) &lt;br /&gt;3. hon (for obvious reasons!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. ivygurl (hence the blogname)  &lt;br /&gt;2. Jenny ( I have no idea but when I don't like to give out my name, This pops from my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;3. Miaka -is that right? (from Ranma 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself: &lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. shoulders &lt;br /&gt;3. and moi butt!&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself: &lt;br /&gt;1. I want a waist&lt;br /&gt;2. want abs&lt;br /&gt;3. I want! I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage: &lt;br /&gt;1. chinese... even if I look like a Japanese cartoon&lt;br /&gt;2. Spanish&lt;br /&gt;3. Noypi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you: &lt;br /&gt;1. dark&lt;br /&gt;2. scary movies&lt;br /&gt;3. getting really big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. my celphone&lt;br /&gt;2. wallet &lt;br /&gt;3. kikay kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now: &lt;br /&gt;1. green shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. slippers at work! wahahaha! Nike naman e... sabay kabig :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite bands or musical artists: &lt;br /&gt;1. Bamboo my love!&lt;br /&gt;2. Brian Adams&lt;br /&gt;3. Lioner Richie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs: recently..&lt;br /&gt;1. can't think &lt;br /&gt;2. of &lt;br /&gt;3. any :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent activities:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat (still..)&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink (still...)&lt;br /&gt;3. and be merry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. trust&lt;br /&gt;2. companionship &lt;br /&gt;3. openness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths &amp; a lie: (in no particular order) &lt;br /&gt;1. loves to cook&lt;br /&gt;2. shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;3. sleepyhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you: &lt;br /&gt;1. complexion&lt;br /&gt;2. lips&lt;br /&gt;3. broad shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. eat&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. go out with my family and friends (and i always complain why I get fat?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now: &lt;br /&gt;1. sleep!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. get a better shift!&lt;br /&gt;3. get a new JOB!!! (with lotsa compensation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering/you've considered: &lt;br /&gt;1. veterinary med. &lt;br /&gt;2. have a business venture&lt;br /&gt;3. vet med pa din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation: &lt;br /&gt;1. boracay&lt;br /&gt;2. US&lt;br /&gt;3. France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names you like: &lt;br /&gt;1. Rovic&lt;br /&gt;2. Rinoa&lt;br /&gt;3. Chloe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die: &lt;br /&gt;1. to be a wife and a mother &lt;br /&gt;2. to go on a trip around the world&lt;br /&gt;3. to have a career! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: &lt;br /&gt;1. did I mention shopaholic?&lt;br /&gt;2. Addicted in fixing my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. I always but  accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: &lt;br /&gt;1. My dad always asks me to help him with the car&lt;br /&gt;2. love jeans, hate skirts! &lt;br /&gt;3. I can go out late without me getting scared what time I go home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three celeb crushes: &lt;br /&gt;1. I just realized I gush over Ashton Kutcher! &lt;br /&gt;2. Freddie Prince Jr. &lt;br /&gt;3. Is Bamboo a celeb? Guess he is :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that i would like to see take this quiz now: &lt;br /&gt;1. wag na &lt;br /&gt;2. nating &lt;br /&gt;3. pilitin ang iba :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111852689578477329?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111852689578477329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111852689578477329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111852689578477329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111852689578477329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/surbey.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111835685711651617</id><published>2005-06-11T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:22:12.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSING MY DRINKING BUDDIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my family went to Gerry's Grill at T. Morato for lunch. Me and my cousin are actually tired... "we can only drink and eat so much..." as he said. I agree. By this time, I was already tired of eating and drinking to our heart's content, going out every evening and bar hopping. We were poofed. I never imagined that there was a feeling such as that. I thought I was the model of Energizer Bat. since I have a lot of energy to power Meralco. But alas, we got tired. I asked my hon to join us since it was gonna be their last lunch out in Manila. I haven't seen him for a while and I had to ask him thrice just to be sure. We have finished eating lunch when he arrived. I ordered an additional Caldereta (which I love) and rice. Knowing my hon, he wouldn'n eat if I won't eat as well so technically, I ate lunch twice :) After eating, my mom told me that we were going home. What?! after 30 minutes with my hon we're leaving? No way! As much as I would like to  bne with my cousins, we're not going out and besides, me and my hon was to spend more time together so I told them that I will just go with my hon and be back home at 6pm just in time for our dinner. My uncle said he wants to eat at Something Fishy in Eastwood. My mama (aunt) said that I can just go to Libis so that we can have more time (naks!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to Gateway Mall. I paid my phone bill first but when we checked the cinema... my goodness! It was packed! there was a long line and I was just hoping that we can geat seats to watch Madagascar :) after 20 minutes waiting on line, we bought our tickets and we have seats! yipeee!! We have 20 more minutes so I asked my hon to accompany me to buy a blouse for the night. O di ba change costume! I bought a weird looking blouse from People are People. Cute top. We had 5 minutes to spare so I practically pulled my hon towards the cinema.... Madagarcar is a funny movie! as in! I loved the penguins! So cute! Anyway, my sis texted me that we're not going to Libis because of the rain. So much for our plan! I was already in Cubao and I have to go back to Fairview! And it's raining it's pouring?! Grrr... oh well. Anyway, my hon didn't go with me so we only shared the cab up to their street. Our call time :) is 8 pm. and I arrived at Sangkalan aroung 9:30pm. Because of the the rain, it took me 20 mins. to get a cab! Grrr.. again. I was actually just in time since they just started eating away. The past week was Filipino food galore. We has kare-kare, lechon, tortang talong, pinakbet and a whole lot more. By this time, I had taken pictures and videos of my family. By 10:30p.m., we headed home. Since my cousins and I can't go out, they just drank beer and we just hung out. They had to pack their stuff since they were leaving 10am the next morning. We called it a night, or chould I say day, at around 1am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling sick. Not because I was not feeling well but because I know my cousins and uncle are leaving in an hour. They were busy preparing and I just sat in our kitchen. My mom was busily wrinting some documents that she would be asking my uncle to bring to the US. By 10 am, they have loaded their things in the van where my dad and mom will bring them to te airport. I hugged my cousins and uncle and they said they'll be seeing us soon. And off they went to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 6 days since they left and I'm missing them terribly. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111835685711651617?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111835685711651617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111835685711651617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111835685711651617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111835685711651617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/missing-my-drinking-buddies-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111815963432705499</id><published>2005-06-08T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:03:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUWAW!!! I'M STILL ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what happened to me the last Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my hon's place last Wednesday. I asked him if he could accompany me to Side A's concert since it was my tito's treat :) He said that he can't since he has a 24 shift in the hospital the next morning (darn it!!). Anyway, my cousin was already getting impatient since the concert starts at 9:30 and it's already 11:30 and I'm still no where in site. Hehehe... anyway, I got a cab and arrived at 12:00 at the Tavern at the Square in Greenbelt 3. My uncle is actually a friend to Joey... as in the lead singer of the Side A band! I'm not kidding! When I got there, I called up my cousin to meet me outside. When I saw him, he escorted me at their table and behold... Joey was sitting beside my uncle! I'm not kidding I swear! I was trying to hide my excitement but when my uncle introduced me to him, he held out his hand and shook mine! I was giggling like a 6 year old kid! Hahaha! My cousin was telling me that Joey asked for the CD that he bought and he went to the dressing room I guess... minutes later, he handed the CD.. with the autograph of the whole band! Cool! My cousin even said that he didn't have a pen that time and they provided it for him. hehehe. Now that's what I call connections. :) My other cousin who is an addict for alcoholic drinks and different foods ardered different kinds of drinks for me to try. But don't worry... I just "tasted". I actually arrived during their break and they are about to start their third and last set when my uncle said.. "pare patugtog ka naman ng America!". Joey said "A, yun ba gusto mo?". As soon as he walked on stage and strummed on his guitar... they played songs of America! We were laughing so hard that the people from other tables were already staring at us. Some people were kinda getting bored with the songs but hey.... that's still Side A playing! We stayed for 30 minutes more when our driver (my other cousin) arrived so we had to leave early. I was still deciding if I was going to work after but what the heck... I called in :) I mean hey! This is the only time that I was going to spend with my cousins right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home, I was still wide awake. It turns out that I was going to sleep at 5:30a.m. since me and my cousin were catching up on thigns that happened to him for the last 7 or 8 years. I realized how I missed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111815963432705499?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111815963432705499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111815963432705499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111815963432705499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111815963432705499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/huwaw-im-still-alive-so-heres-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111758398811755484</id><published>2005-06-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:19:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HICK! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... it's been like 4 or 2 days since I last updated my blog :( I've been busy drinking and going out with my cousins that I lost track of time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We went to East of St. Louis in Timog I think. It was just me, my 2 cousins and their cousin (not related to me). It was so funny coz there were like 20 tables in the resto bar but only 3 tables were only occupied. :) The place plays jazz and my cousins and I love the place, although it was sorta old. We were yapping along when my cousin'c cousin called up asking for directions. My cousin passed the phone to me and i juts instructed the guy where to go. In less than 10 minutes, he came in the door. Funny thing was, I thought he was familiar. I was a batch higher pala and he also studied in UST. Whahaha! We have common friends! All of us were pitching in on stories and jokes and we had a grand time. My uncle actually followed since my cousin insisted but it was ok. He said his dad wants jazz music but I think it was so that his dad would pay for our tab. Tsk, bad, bad boy! wehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This post was supposed to be posted last June 1.. sorry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111758398811755484?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111758398811755484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111758398811755484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111758398811755484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111758398811755484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/06/hick-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111724104251413187</id><published>2005-05-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:44:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL SICK...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm gonna puke any moment now... my cousins and I went out last night. We went to "Salo" in Sct. Esguerra. It's a restobar and there's a live band... The place was kinda small but what the heck... they sell cheap beer! yey! Anyhow... my cousins met up with me last night since I had to go to hon's place. I asked them to bring me a top and sandals since I was only wearing flip flops. I didn't know if there was a dress code or anything but I asked them to bring it anyway... just in case. I arrived early and I called them up.. asking where they are. They said they're on their way. I had to think of something to do since I still had to wait for them. People were already looking at me. They might think I'm a pick up girl... :P There was this small botique beside the bar so I went in.. might as well do a little window shopping. No, I didn't get anything there. In 5 minutes, there they were. " I have nice looking cousins." Was what I thought when I got in the car. We needed to park and had to change "somewhere". I was with my 2 female and 2 male cousins. The guys went out and that's when I changed.. in the car :) stunt woman ako e :) anyway... we went in and paid for the entrace fee. It was consumable although it was weird since it was just for beer which I think costs P25 only. We sat down, listened to the band and had drinks. Funny how they call themselves a bar but whenever we order stuff on the menu... it's not available.. I hate it!  But we had a lot of fun though. We talked a lot about drinking, smoking, dating, people around us... anything under the sun basically. My cousin wanted to hit on the hostess. Whenever he wants to order, he asks specifically for her. She looks alright. She looks like Bianca King of "Mulawin". With the big nose and kinda long face :) ooops! no offense to Bianca King's supporters k? Peace! He was eyeing another girl but she's kinda old for him. He likes older women though. He's used to that since he already finished his Masters Degree... at the age of 23! I'm a proud cousin :) it's funny coz you'll never guess that my cousins are brother's. They don't look alike, their views are somewhat different. One is talkative and very outgoing and the ohter is pretty laid back and doesn't mind staying home. He actually reminds me of hon :)  We left around 12mn since my cousins will be leaving early today for the province. I told my cousin he's a good excuse to drink. He took it as a compliment :) but it really was. Told them that we have to go out with my hon.. so that there would be another guy and not us gurls only. We have to do this again. ok.. gotta go now.. gonna puke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111724104251413187?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111724104251413187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111724104251413187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111724104251413187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111724104251413187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111692013281690739</id><published>2005-05-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:24:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am &lt;a href='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/progressive.php' target='_blank'&gt;Progressive Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on the picture below to read more:&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/progressive.php' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/_media/quiz/progressive.gif' width='200' height='260' alt='Progressive Girl' border='0'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/quiz/forgirls.php"&gt;Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... right... except for shopping!!! wahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111692013281690739?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111692013281690739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111692013281690739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111692013281690739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111692013281690739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-progressive-girlclick-on-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111689623748124473</id><published>2005-05-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:57:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HE LEFT ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... not my BF (subukan lang nya!). My hon gave me a pair of parakeets last December as his Christmas gift.. we named the the male "Jingle" and named the female "Belle". Hon went home with me and I'm so positive that Jingle was asleep when I went out to check on them. This morning when I went out to get my towel... I checked on them... where the heck is he?! I checked the cage... maybe he was dangling from the roof of his cage... none.. the container where he eats? none.. how bout on his swing? Oh S*%t! I tried to check some more.. even tried banging the cage a little. Even checked to se if he was on the floor of his cage.. still none... I lost it. I was trying so hard to hold back the tears... I took a bath and tried to check one last time, just to make sure that I was right, though I was hoping that I wasn't...he's gone... he left me... I'm not sure what happened and how it happened. I just know that he's not in his cage anymore. I told my mom to check the area where we put the cage, just to make sure he didn't fall off and could not fly or walk. I'm not sure what I'd rather like... knowing that he passed away, ok, not a good idea, or not knowing where he is. I guess he wanted his freedom so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my Jingle... I will miss your sweet voice which wakes me up everyday... I will miss your kisses on my hand and your tickles on my fingers. Good bye my love...I hope you're happy and safe wherever you are... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111689623748124473?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111689623748124473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111689623748124473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111689623748124473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111689623748124473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-left-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111681129617187121</id><published>2005-05-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:26:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bang bang kablam! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is if I like pasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074669322' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name:' value='ivy' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Favorite Food:' value='pasta' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Wants to Bang you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.home.no/kurdishgirl/usher0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;This many times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='phobia'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074669322'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but if I'd like to be health and all that... dandarada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074669322' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name:' value='ivy' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Favorite Food:' value='salad' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Wants to Bang you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.facade.com/celebrity/photo/Brad_Pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;This many times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;220&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='phobia'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074669322'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Angelina and Jennifer! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Brad that much but it sure is definite that he likes me!!! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I found this from one of my friend's site and I thought it was gross... but then again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111681129617187121?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111681129617187121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111681129617187121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111681129617187121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111681129617187121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/bang-bang-kablam-this-is-if-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111674829545344695</id><published>2005-05-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:51:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Storge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/storge.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love and friendship are almost the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your love tends to be the enduring, long lasting kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You've been known to still have connections with exes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes your love is not the most passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leap before you look, and you'll find that fire you crave&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ha! o ha! hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111674829545344695?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111674829545344695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111674829545344695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111674829545344695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111674829545344695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-love-style-is-storge-for-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111663857291519524</id><published>2005-05-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:22:52.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIMMIK AT LAST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... not really. My cousins arrived and on their second night with us, we asked them to have a night out. We first ate at McDo (wahahaha! nung nangyari?!)We went to Eastwood and had a round of drinks at Jack's loft. 1 niece (15 y/o) and 1 nephew (10 I guess) , my sis (13 y/o) 6 cousins (all girls above 25 y/o) and my 2 balikbayan cousins (22 and 24 y/o both guys). I was kinda stunned to see my cousin drinking Jack Daniels and other whiskies... plus... he smokes! I was kinda high after he puffed his 3rd cigar... hated it but of course I won't tell. He's on a vacation so I'm not gonna lecture him. Besides, he's already 24 not to know that it's bad. Told him to just chew nicotine gum but he said it doesn't work for him. I just suppressed coughing. :) We ordered our drinks and my cousin (who is the mom of my niece and nephew) is liberated so when the waitress was taking our order, my other cousin said..." 2 San Mig Light please"... I was so shocked since after she asked their mom if she's allowing my nephew to order beer she quickly ordered for him! The waitress asked whose it for and she pointed to the mom and to me... and the mom said.. "I don't drink.." wahahaha! It was so hilarious! She didn't get it! So she just said both of those are for me... aside from the tequila sunrise and zombie that I ordered for my 13 y/o sis (o diva?!). When we got the drinks, I tried the zombie first while my younger sis went out to get her coffee. I was stunned. Never had I tasted Zombie that strong! No no for her! I just ordered fishbowl iced tea for my niece and sis. Besides, she's still young... she can have her own share of drinks. I have My cousin asked when are they gonna meet "my boy". My hon was on duty at the hospital and was so surprised (and pleased) that he passed by to meet my cousins even for just an hour :) My cousin extended their hands (naks.. so manly of them! I still think of they as my baby cousins!) to greet my hon. We just stayed there until 12am and my balikbayan cousins wanted Jolibee (ngek! magcrave ba?!) We went to this 24 hour drive through place and they just ate their snaks in the car. I'm still sleepy now since I woke up yestrday at 7am and slept at 11pm last night, woke up at 2am since my uncle arrived from the States. zzzzzzzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111663857291519524?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111663857291519524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111663857291519524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111663857291519524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111663857291519524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/gimmik-at-last-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111663613518976527</id><published>2005-05-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:42:15.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDITOR-IN-CHIEF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hon met up with me last Wednesday at Netopia. He was checking his email and I was just looking at him. Then I told him that I would like to show him my blog. Ofcourse he was mostly the topic of discussion so he gladly read it. Then I just heard him say ano 'to? ba't ganyan? wrong spelling! kulang sa ganito.. kulang sa ganya... sobra sa ganito... what??!!! I asked you to read it... not to proof read it! but it was funny hearing him say it and actually reading my mistakes... wahahaha! I have to recheck my past blogs tuloy and edit some of them... although I won't do it now that is. :)We just went home and ate his mom's cooking. His mom cooks a mean "paksiw". I have never eaten fish that tasty! He said he didn't know what the fish was called so I suggested some names but he said it wasn't. I was about to argue with him but he said it was imported fish so I just shut my mouth. :) Not much here so off I go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111663613518976527?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111663613518976527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111663613518976527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111663613518976527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111663613518976527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/editor-in-chief-my-hon-met-up-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111630194282794814</id><published>2005-05-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:53:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Message: if you could read this..you're a smart person!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty&lt;br /&gt;uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The&lt;br /&gt;phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid.&lt;br /&gt;Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde&lt;br /&gt;Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the&lt;br /&gt;ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng&lt;br /&gt;is taht the frist and lsat ltteer bein the rghit&lt;br /&gt;pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you&lt;br /&gt;can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not&lt;br /&gt;raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a&lt;br /&gt;wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas&lt;br /&gt;thought slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so&lt;br /&gt;cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Just wanted to share this...ginanahan nanaman ako magpost! hehehe (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111630194282794814?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111630194282794814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111630194282794814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111630194282794814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111630194282794814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/message-if-you-could-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111629155930835072</id><published>2005-05-17T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:33:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUTTA BEDDY BYE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work yesterday, I found out that my WHOLE family went out to do groceries. The only person left in the house is our help and said that they have just left. I texted my mom "Di manlamang naghintay? Hmp". Oh well, maybe that's a blessing in disguise since I won't be able to see the shops... yet. :) I just stayed in my room since dinner was not yet ready. It was about 8pm when she told me that the food was prepared. I only ate a small portion since I didn't feel that hungry anyway. By the time my family arrived, it was around 9:30. My mom went to my room and told me that our cousins who arrived from US was going to stay... with us. "WHAT?! Where? Here? I thought they were going to stay at Mama's (my aunt)"? Don't get me wrong. I'm a hospitable person and I do miss them but... ok, let me explain. I have 2 cousins (24 and 22 y/o, male) and their mom will be arriving 5 days earlier than my uncle. This means that they have to occupy at least 2 bedrooms. Now, we only have 4 bedrooms, my mama has 5 and has a considerably bigger house that our humble home! Which means, I will share the room with my younger sis. I can't sleep beside her! No, it's not because I can't tolerate her but my gosh! She's always moving! Everytime I sleep beside her or the other way around, she'd be banging her knees at me! OUCH! I don't know until when they will be staying but I think it's ok. I haven't seen them in years... I think the last time that I saw them was... 8 years?! OMG! That long?! Ok, considering that they only visit us every after 10 years is alright. I take it back. I think I'll just sleep on the floor on a makeshift bed. I also have to think of what I'm supposed to wear to work the night before so that I can get it from my room. Even with all my whining... can't wait to see them! They'll be arriving tonight I guess. Oh well, let's see what happens :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111629155930835072?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111629155930835072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111629155930835072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111629155930835072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111629155930835072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/outta-beddy-bye-when-i-got-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111621174333351699</id><published>2005-05-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:35:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREDIT CARDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke... totally! I went home early last Wednesday and got my legs waxed (eeeew! AND ouch!). While I was making myself busy so that I won't feel the pain (lame attempt), it suddenly dawned over me... I didn't get my ATM!!! Crap! I was thinking of going back to the office but my friend texted me to meet up with her. Anyway, we were just gonna have coffee so I can manage. Thought that I still have some savings left (yeah right! after all those shoppings?!). I found out the hard way... I would not be able to do my favorite past time, therapy and chore... shopping that is. I felt bummed out since I would not be able to get my ATM since the person who distributes the cards would not be there on Saturdays and Sundays. Guess I have to wait till today to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard that one of my office mates was held up at Mini Stop Valero. She was alone (of all days! she's always with somebody when she goes out!) and the guy pointed something at her (i have no idea what sharp object that was... chismis, chismis lang kase :D). He was asking for her wallet and she begged to just take the money and not the whole wallet. The guy got P2,000 and took off, leaving my office mate behind. Good thing she did not withdraw all her money from the bank that day. She said it was to pay her bills.Sad thing is, the management of Mini Stop didn't notice what happened.. sad noh?! Tsk, tsk, tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things to be thankful for by not getting my ATM last Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No shopping.. meaning my pay is still intact (yeah right. let's wait until this afternoon as soon as I get out of the office!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Was not held up (hopefully not ever!) since I have tons of bills to pay as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Withdraw money when it's payday... lotsa theives are on active mode this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111621174333351699?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111621174333351699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111621174333351699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111621174333351699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111621174333351699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/credit-cards-im-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111612244472367011</id><published>2005-05-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:00:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY WOMEN CRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111612244472367011?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111612244472367011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111612244472367011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111612244472367011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111612244472367011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-women-cry-little-boy-asked-his.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111604543241021561</id><published>2005-05-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:37:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUCKY... SUCKY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me up last Wednesday to meet up for coffee. I felt that something was up since we just saw each other and she wanted to meet up again... something is fishy... definitely fishy. We met around 6pm and wanted to smoke. Being a good friend that I am (ulk!), I agreed even if I was whining and all... "ang init init gustung gusto mo dito... magyoyosi ka lang e!" she just nodded and we settled at a table under the shade. Good thing there was a ceiling fan... yep... a ceiling fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we settled ourselves, she said that she really wants to quit her job. She's underpaid AND overworked. To think that she lives far from her work and has to commute her butt off just to be at work early. And to top it off, they have to go 1 on 1 per shift which would normally require 3-4 people. You see, she has applied for a dozen jobs and nothing happened. It's either she was rejected or she really was not up for it. She then had one time that she like the offer but she was not able to resign from her current employer since they need a "graceful exit" or should I say 1 more freakin' month before they let her go. The problem was, they needed to fill up the position FAST so her application was thrown to the "active file". Talk about bummer. I asked her if she tried looking for ohter jobs and she just sighed and told me that she passed a million (exagge!) application forms but nothing happened. I was comforting her the best way I can... There I was earlier in the morning asking myself why I am still with the company I am in right now and asking myself why I do not feel satisfied yadda, yadda, yadda... rant here and rant there. I thought to myself... I was really lucky since I work regular hours (she too has a morning shift) and I do get paid... even if I mourn and would like to have a higher paying job.. one that would fill my hunger for mental growth. ".... and to top it off.. la akong BF! pucha 3 years!" I heard. Wahahaaha! now this made me laugh! When we were in HS or college, she never runs out of men in her life.. NEVER. After breaking up... 3 monthes tops.. another BF! Now she's complaining that 3 feakin' years has passed but no Mr. Right. Naubos na nya mga lalake nya sa buhay. Hay... We just bought coffee and decided to call my hon. I passed the phone to her and I just heard her say "kelan? ... ngayon na as in now na... sige... ok lang kahit pangit basta mabait... sige... wait lang..." and passed the phone to me. HERE WE GO AGAIN! I asked my hon what they were talking about. Hon said he will introduce someone to my friend who was kind and SINGLE! wahahaha! my hon.. playing cupid. After talking, my friend told me that since I know what her type was, I'll just give her a heads up. Just incese I see the guy first... then our minds drifted... "sige, sige! double date tayo!" I said. She said "di naman ako papayag na di kayo kasama 1st date pa lang!". wehehehe, then I said. O, wag masyado mag expect ha. Tignan muna natin kung ok sya." silence... then I added, "hoy bru... just a reminder, pag naging kayo kelangan sobrang haba ng patience mo ha! and dapat di ka demanding!" now this made us laugh! La pa nga my patience-patience ka pang nalalaman! wahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished our coffee, had updates on the latest chikka and parted ways... at least I was able to ease her anxiety by lending my ear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111604543241021561?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111604543241021561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111604543241021561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111604543241021561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111604543241021561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111579829328631505</id><published>2005-05-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:38:22.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another Week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has passed and I'll be having my RD's (rest days). I can't say that I'm not thrilled but thinking another UNPRODUCTIVE week passed has made me thinking. Am I really working to live or living to work? Maybe it's because I still am "technically poor"... pay day PLEASE hurry up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sup gave me my weekly appraisal.... S as in "satisfactory"! huhuhu.... It's like saying... pwede na... pwede ka nang di bumagsak! huwaaaaaaa!!! It's a good thing she asked me to check my weekly stats since I saw a small discrepancy. I still have to wait for the results... keeping my fingers crossed *wink* . I have to say, I would really have to get a hold of myself and think if I plan on buying stuff.. this is the first time that I felt really BROKE! *sigh* . I'll be logging off in a few minutes... yipeeee!! hoping I'll see my hon soon... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah..blah..blah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111579829328631505?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111579829328631505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111579829328631505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111579829328631505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111579829328631505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-week-another-week-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111571078122904257</id><published>2005-05-10T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:39:41.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chaucer.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&amp;hearts; Chaucer &amp;hearts; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tagged me, so here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: What follows is a list of different occupations. You must select at least five of them. You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select five of the items as it was passed to you). Of the five you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a member of that profession. Then pass it on to three other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's that list:&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a goonie... If I could be a spy...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a mob boss... If I could be a backup singer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a CEO... If I could be a hobbit...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a movie reviewer... If I could be a monkey's uncle...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a gangster... If I could be Miss America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a chef&lt;/em&gt;...I would like to cook my hon's favorite "PEPPERED CHICKEN" (my college experiment that my professor loved!) though he hasn't tasted it yet (soon my bebeh... soon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a midget stripper&lt;/em&gt;... I'd like MAHAL to be my mentor! (wahahaha) any pointers would be highly appreciated! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be an architect...&lt;/em&gt; I'd like to buid my parents their dream vacation house with an extravagant garden/vineyard. I would also like to build my hon's dream house with an aviary, pond and marble dog house/s. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a doctor... &lt;/em&gt;My goodness! Me and my hon would see each other everyday! Yahoo!!! :D. Seriously.... I'll treat cancer patients or I'll be a pediatric surgeon. which would lead to .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a scientist... &lt;/em&gt; I would search high and low, far and wide and work my ass off to find a cure for cancer and AIDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn now to pass this one to three bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject to confirmation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.crazysangigurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;hearts; Sangi &amp;hearts; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://thirdsexinthecity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;hearts; Bernadette &amp;hearts; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://jassy5.tk/"&gt;&amp;hearts; Jassy &amp;hearts; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111571078122904257?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111571078122904257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111571078122904257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111571078122904257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111571078122904257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111571036372643078</id><published>2005-05-10T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:32:43.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://chaucer.blogdrive.com/ tagged me, so here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: What follows is a list of different occupations. You must select at least five of them. You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select five of the items as it was passed to you). Of the five you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a member of that profession. Then pass it on to three other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's that list:&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a goonie... If I could be a spy...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a mob boss... If I could be a backup singer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a CEO... If I could be a hobbit...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a movie reviewer... If I could be a monkey's uncle...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a gangster... If I could be Miss America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a chef&lt;/em&gt;...I would like to cook my hon's favorite "PEPPERED CHICKEN" (my college experiment that my professor loved!) though he hasn't tasted it yet (soon my bebeh... soon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a midget stripper&lt;/em&gt;... I'd like MAHAL to be my mentor! (wahahaha) any pointers would be highly appreciated! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be an architect...&lt;/em&gt; I'd like to buid my parents their dream vacation house with an extravagant garden/vineyard. I would also like to build my hon's dream house with an aviary, pond and marble dog house/s. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a doctor... &lt;/em&gt;My goodness! Me and my hon would see each other everyday! Yahoo!!! :D. Seriously.... I'll treat cancer patients or I'll be a pediatric surgeon. which would lead to .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be a scientist... &lt;/em&gt; I would search high and low, far and wide and work my ass off to find a cure for cancer and AIDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn now to pass this one to three bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject to confirmation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crazysangigurl.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crazysangigurl.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111571036372643078?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111571036372643078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111571036372643078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111571036372643078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111571036372643078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/httpchaucer.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111568409777151085</id><published>2005-05-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:14:57.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and more jokes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DERMATOLOGIST: Mam,Mukha yatang mahirap tanggalin tong mga wrinkles sa mukha mo...kulubot na ang mukha mo, your face is already sagging.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Mahilig kasi akong kumain ng saging eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newcomer in hell complaining to satan that the girls there are beautiful pero ‘walang butas’. &lt;br /&gt;Satan replied: Pag may butas yan e di nasa langit ka na! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to remember after sex: &lt;br /&gt;1. Put back or wear your underwear &lt;br /&gt;2. Wear your clothes &lt;br /&gt;3. Drink water &lt;br /&gt;4. Don't sleep yet &lt;br /&gt;5. Wait for awhile coz there might be another round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS TALK ABOUT BOOBS: &lt;br /&gt;WALA BOOBS --- WALANJO &lt;br /&gt;MALIIT ANG BOOBS -- MEDJO &lt;br /&gt;MALAKI ANG BOOBS -- MOUNTAINJO &lt;br /&gt;SUPERLAKING BOOBS --- BAZOOKAJO &lt;br /&gt;LAWLAW NA BOOBS --- OVERJO &lt;br /&gt;BADING NA MAY BOOBS — REMEDJO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why Chinese came from Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Tsung GO &lt;br /&gt;Mat CHING &lt;br /&gt;Chim Pan SY &lt;br /&gt;Orangu TAN &lt;br /&gt;ONG guy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA THREE BEARS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bears were driving on the road. They accidently drove off a cliff and &lt;br /&gt;into the water. &lt;br /&gt;Which bear did not get wet? &lt;br /&gt;* the dribear. &lt;br /&gt;Which bear saw the accident? &lt;br /&gt;* the neighbear. &lt;br /&gt;Which bear came out of the car safely? &lt;br /&gt;* the surbibear. &lt;br /&gt;Which bear fixed the car? &lt;br /&gt;* MacGuyBear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS: &lt;br /&gt;MOTHER &gt;&gt;&gt; MOTHERS DAY &lt;br /&gt;FATHER &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; FATHERS DAY &lt;br /&gt;PREGNANT WOMEN &gt;&gt;&gt; LABOR DAY &lt;br /&gt;SINGLE GUYS &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; PALM SUNDAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does an American say when he farts? &lt;br /&gt;A: Excuse me &lt;br /&gt;Q: British? &lt;br /&gt;A: Pardon me &lt;br /&gt;Q: Pinoy? &lt;br /&gt;A: Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combo Meals: &lt;br /&gt;SINGIT -- SINnangaG at ITlog &lt;br /&gt;PWET -- Pinakbet With Ensaladang Talong &lt;br /&gt;TINGIL -- TINortang Galunggong In Lard &lt;br /&gt;FININGER -- FIsh Nuggets IN GingER sauce &lt;br /&gt;TITI -- TInapay at TInapa &lt;br /&gt;PUKE -- PUto with Keso &lt;br /&gt;PAKANTUT -- PAnsit KANton with TUTsie roll &lt;br /&gt;SALSAL -- SALmon with SALabat &lt;br /&gt;TSUPA -- TSUkolate at PAndesal &lt;br /&gt;PAKAPLOG -- PAndesal KAPe at itLOG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two married men talking... &lt;br /&gt;1st man: Swerte ko, my wife is an angel. &lt;br /&gt;2nd man: Buti ka pa, ako ang asawa ko buhay pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife : Love, mahal mo ba ako? &lt;br /&gt;Husband: Siyempre, asawa kita eh. &lt;br /&gt;Wife : Enjoy ka ba sa akin? &lt;br /&gt;Husband: Siyempre, asawa kitae h. &lt;br /&gt;Wife : Baka naman niloloko mo lang ako? &lt;br /&gt;Husband: Siyempre, asawa kita eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak : Tays ! kakains nas tayos ! &lt;br /&gt;Tatay : Hoy ! Tigilan mo yang kalalagay mo ng 'S' sa mga &lt;br /&gt;sinasabi mo ha ! &lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang ulam ? &lt;br /&gt;Anak : BANGU na may KAMATI, ARDINA na may IBUYA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111568409777151085?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111568409777151085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111568409777151085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111568409777151085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111568409777151085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-more-jokes.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111562293696101354</id><published>2005-05-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:15:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Corporate Personality Test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a pencil and try this test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best?&lt;br /&gt;(a) in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(b) during the afternoon &amp; early evening&lt;br /&gt;(c) late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk&lt;br /&gt;(a) fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;(b) fairly fast, with short, quick steps&lt;br /&gt;(c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;(d) less fast, head down&lt;br /&gt;(e) very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you&lt;br /&gt;(a) stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;(b) have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;(c) have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;(d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking&lt;br /&gt;(e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with&lt;br /&gt;(a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;(b) your legs crossed&lt;br /&gt;(c) your legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;(d) one leg curled under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with&lt;br /&gt;(a) a big, appreciative laugh&lt;br /&gt;(b) a laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;(c) a quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;(d) a sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you..&lt;br /&gt;(a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;(b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know&lt;br /&gt;(c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted. Do you..&lt;br /&gt;(a) welcome the break&lt;br /&gt;(b) feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;(c) vary between these two extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;(a) red or orange&lt;br /&gt;(b) black&lt;br /&gt;(c) yellow or light blue&lt;br /&gt;(d) green&lt;br /&gt;(e) dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;(f) white&lt;br /&gt;(g) brown or gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep, you lie&lt;br /&gt;(a) stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;(b) stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;(c) on your side, slightly curled&lt;br /&gt;(d) with your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;(e) with your head under the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are&lt;br /&gt;(a) falling&lt;br /&gt;(b) fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;(c) searching for something or somebody&lt;br /&gt;(d) flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;(e) you usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;(f) your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6&lt;br /&gt;2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1 &lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2 &lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4 &lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;10.(a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 + POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as someone they should "handle with Care". You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you,&lt;br /&gt;but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest... Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused Partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions &amp; who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything. They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. But those who know you well know that you aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111562293696101354?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111562293696101354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111562293696101354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111562293696101354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111562293696101354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/corporate-personality-test-grab-pencil.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111562287003258765</id><published>2005-05-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:16:38.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOKE, JOKE, JOKE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padamihan ng anak. Venue: Araneta Coliseum &lt;br /&gt;Hapon: I have 50 children. 50 Japanese kids went up the stage. &lt;br /&gt;American: Tsk, tsk, I have 100! Stand up my children. &lt;br /&gt;The Pilipino entered without anybody with him. &lt;br /&gt;The crowd shouted: "Daddy! Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Spanish teacher: Ok class, use "puera" in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;student: Mi maestra es muy bonita.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: That's very flattering but where is the word "puera"?&lt;br /&gt;student: Puera ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr: Doc, duwag ako magpabunot ng ngipin.&lt;br /&gt;Dd: No problem, eto whiskey, uminom ka! (Mr. Uminom ng whiskey)&lt;br /&gt;Dr: O, matapang ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;Mr: Oo doc, pag may gumalaw ng ngipin ko gugulpihin ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy1: lahi namin ang mahabang buhay, lolo ko namatay 88 yearsold na. &lt;br /&gt;Boy2: Ako Lolo ko namatay 98 years old. &lt;br /&gt;Boy3: Ala yan! Lolo ko sobrang tanda PINATAY na lang namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinggoy: Dad, ano palang tawag sa damit pangbuntis, fraternity dress?&lt;br /&gt;Erap: Tanga! Panlalake yon! Sorority dress dapat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Inay, puwede na ba akong mag-bra? &lt;br /&gt;Inay: Anak, hindi puwede! &lt;br /&gt;Anak: Eh bakit hindi puwede? Inay, 17 na ako. &lt;br /&gt;Inay: Hindi nga puwede! Tigilan mo na nga ako Boyet! Uupakan na kita! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New MBA Teams:&lt;br /&gt;QUIAPO Snatchers&lt;br /&gt;BULACAN Sweets&lt;br /&gt;PANDACAN Giants&lt;br /&gt;BICOL Express&lt;br /&gt;DAET Coke&lt;br /&gt;ANGELES Devils&lt;br /&gt;NASUGBU Rats&lt;br /&gt;ABRA Kadabra&lt;br /&gt;NAVOTAS Virgins&lt;br /&gt;BACLARAN Machos&lt;br /&gt;CUBAO Farmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erap: (crying) Tumawag ang doktor... Mom's dead!&lt;br /&gt;Zamora: Condolence, sir.&lt;br /&gt;(After 2 minutes, Zamora hears Erap crying even louder)&lt;br /&gt;Zamora: What's wrong now?&lt;br /&gt;Erap: My sister just called. Her mom died too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory: Ba't ba ayaw mo ng English? &lt;br /&gt;Erap: Nakakalito kasi, e! Tingnan mo... ang isda, Pis. Ang mukha, Pis. Ang katahimikan, Pis. &lt;br /&gt;Sa mga subdivision may Pis 1, Pis 2, Pis 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramos: Erap may pasalubong akong 10 feet snake sa yo galing ng Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Erap: owwsss? pinagloloko mo ako eh..wala naman feet ang snake eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erap ordered pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Sir, gusto niyo ba i-cut ko sa 4 slices or 8 slices?&lt;br /&gt;ERAP: 4 slices na lang baka di ko maubos ang 8 eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Erap: Lasenggo, sugarol, mataba, tamad, magnanakaw, bobo, babaero, sakang maglakad, hoodlum, mayabang, utak ipis.&lt;br /&gt;Describe Jinggoy: Just add pangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: to all ERAP followers, this is just a joke k? :P take it easy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111562287003258765?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111562287003258765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111562287003258765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111562287003258765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111562287003258765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/joke-joke-joke-padamihan-ng-anak.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111550962478370647</id><published>2005-05-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:47:20.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to the greatest mom in the whole wide world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my mom&lt;br /&gt;*    ate&lt;br /&gt;*    mama&lt;br /&gt;*    ate sharon&lt;br /&gt;* mommy ni hon (hehehe.. sipsip! joke :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to the mommies in the office&lt;br /&gt;*   gail&lt;br /&gt;*   sari&lt;br /&gt;*   lj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to my mommy friends&lt;br /&gt;*   ethel&lt;br /&gt;*   bek&lt;br /&gt;*   lor&lt;br /&gt;*   candy&lt;br /&gt;*   cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta to all the moms that I haven't mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOM"S DAY ULI!!! Mwah! Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111550962478370647?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111550962478370647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111550962478370647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111550962478370647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111550962478370647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-greatest-mom-in-whole-wide-world.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111550907054906568</id><published>2005-05-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:37:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LETTING GO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you let them &lt;br /&gt;walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that &lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible said that, they came out from us that&lt;br /&gt;it might be made manifest that they were not for &lt;br /&gt;us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would &lt;br /&gt;have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leave you because they are not joined to &lt;br /&gt;you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't &lt;br /&gt;make them stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it &lt;br /&gt;just means that their part in the story is over. And &lt;br /&gt;you've got to know when people's part in your story &lt;br /&gt;is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the &lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the gift of good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's &lt;br /&gt;not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know &lt;br /&gt;whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to &lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't &lt;br /&gt;belong to you and was never intended for your life, &lt;br /&gt;then you need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and &lt;br /&gt;see your worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and &lt;br /&gt;revenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or &lt;br /&gt;addiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets &lt;br /&gt;your needs or talents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel &lt;br /&gt;better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take &lt;br /&gt;you to a new level with Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken &lt;br /&gt;relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even &lt;br /&gt;try to help themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a particular situation that you are so &lt;br /&gt;used to handling yourself and God is saying "take &lt;br /&gt;your hands off of it," then you need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the former things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go and let GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful day everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111550907054906568?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111550907054906568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111550907054906568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111550907054906568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111550907054906568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/letting-go-when-people-can-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111544071388795143</id><published>2005-05-07T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:39:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REST DAYS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an exchange of text messages between Nerisse (my officemate/G-gurl) and me. Something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gurl cn you pls check finance if they alrdy have Thesa's back pay? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerisse: La yng persn in chrge. Sa mon n lng ntin icheck. wat shinaping m ystrday :) my chkl8s ka frm jane(our sup). It's wd me. :) (hmmm... nu kyang chocolates yun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nku! anung shoppng?! pinilit kng di umalis ngbhay at bka wla n k pera para mkpsok bukas. Nagsuot ako ng straightjacket para di ako gumastos! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerisse: hahaha! cnama k si Abi(another officemate/G-gurl) s g-belt 1. 1st tym nya to go dn. mlokaloka ang bruha...neris balik tyo d2 ha? :)kapupunta p lng balik agad! sbi k cge pro sna maisama dn ntin yng 3 (me, shai and sangi"the new blogger in town!). Hay, hirap maging vice and shopping, kkaloka na, kkabroke pa! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha! sabi sayo baka nahawa na sakin yan e. my bgo ba dun? nu bkng meron na dun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerisse: shoppingan ano p b? kkpsok p lng nmin dami n lyk blin! 2 stores lng pnsok namin partida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cge, Ingat kyo ha. C u 2mrw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerisse: hoy iha mi! pumsok k ha! kundi ako lang mg 1! Nku. weakness lng tlga ntin un (shopping, ngyn lng tyo ngkatagpu-tagpo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111544071388795143?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111544071388795143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111544071388795143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111544071388795143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111544071388795143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/rest-days-following-is-exchange-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111543970887246438</id><published>2005-05-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:39:59.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINGDOM OF HEAVEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after 2 days of RDs (rest days). I still feel that 2 days isn't enough but I can't complain anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, my hon told me that he wanted to watch a movie.. actually he wanted to watch LOTS of movies but we have to limit to 1 movie a week at least. He called me up and he said he was in the OR and will be finished by 4 or 5pm. Told him that I'll just wait for him at the mall. He said if he gets off early from the hospital, I can drop by their house so I agreed. I just took the bus so that I'll have more time to waste that being there too early and do nothing. By 4:45pm, I was already at the mall. I was not in a hurry because I know he'll ne a little late since it's not yet 5pm, thinking that he would be there early. I was wearing cargo pants and decided to change. I wore a skirt. Yes, you read it right. S-K-I-R-T. Hon requested me to wear a skirt since I bought 4 and never saw me wearing one. I decide to wear a white skirt (take note, this is not what I bought, in short, old.wehehehe). I was walking around window shopping.. take note "WINDOW SHOPPING" only. I pledged not to buy anything and just look at the items. One word... "TORTURE"! Imagine me not buying anything and there I was, alone, doing nothing... my gosh! I was trying not to buy those cute blue "banig" sandals and those sute pink slippers and that big brown and white cream bag... and the list goes on... and on... gosh, I had to close my eyes and walk away. Imagine me taking over my addiction? WOW! That was a super accomplishment! I'm so proud of myself :) By 5:30pm I was calling my hon but there was no answer. Then 5:45p... I texted him... "hon, uwi n lng ako. pgod n k e. 6:00p...byt this time I was so tire, I had to sit at the food court. I was wondering who I should text to be preoccupied. None. 6:30p...huhuhu... I wanna cry! I got up and started waling again. Then my phone rang. AT LAST! "hon sorry. Ngayon lang natapos yung OR namin." he said. I asked "hanggang nung oras ka pa dyan? papagod na ko e". "Sandali na lang.. give me 20 minutes."... 20 minutes...I'm so tired.'Sige po. Bilisan mo ha!". "opo. promise. hintay mo ko ha" he said. We ended our call and I waited less than 20 minutes. At last! woohoo!!! He's here! I won't walk around in a skirt by myself! Wait, where did that come from? When I saw him wearing his white pants and polo, it was worth the wait. He said he didn't eat lunch and didn't wait for their food in the hospital since he was sooo late and I was tired. He decided not to eat and meet me at once. Even though I was tired, I gladly offered to buy or dinner since it was almost 7pm and he hasn't had lunch yet (Baka pumayat bigla.. madeflate ba?! hehehe). He said we'll just check the time of screening. 9:05 and 10:00pm. Both are last full shows for different cinemas. After eating, he suggested to buy the tickets first and kill time by window shopping (crap... torture!). Oh well, I didn't buy anything since I basically memorized the items in the shops and became "sawa" na of the clothes, bags etc... naks! I never knew I was capable of that!. Anyway, around 8:45 we went to the cinema and we were seated around 9pm. The movie was good and the cinematography and the actors were good as well. The only problem was I didn't quite understand some parts of the movie so while everybody was engrossed in the film, I was bugging hon to explain some scenes to me :P I even had to ask some more when we were in the cab going home. Wahahaha! The movie was about religion and war and I'm a little rusty in that so explain explain... :) Oh well, hon probably said sorry 5 times all through out our date coz he was late. That was fine. At least he didn't cancel right?! :) All in all I had a grand time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111543970887246438?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111543970887246438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111543970887246438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111543970887246438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111543970887246438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/kingdom-of-heaven-im-back-after-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111517132183791581</id><published>2005-05-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:48:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One glass of milk....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to&lt;br /&gt;door to pay his way through school, found he had only&lt;br /&gt;one thin dime left, and  he was hungry. He decided he&lt;br /&gt;would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he&lt;br /&gt;lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the&lt;br /&gt;door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large&lt;br /&gt;glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked,&lt;br /&gt;"How much do I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has&lt;br /&gt;taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As&lt;br /&gt;Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt&lt;br /&gt;stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was&lt;br /&gt;strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year's later that young woman became critically ill.&lt;br /&gt;The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her&lt;br /&gt;to the big city, where they called in specialists to&lt;br /&gt;study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in&lt;br /&gt;for the consultation. When he heard the name of the&lt;br /&gt;town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he &lt;br /&gt;rose and&lt;br /&gt;went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her &lt;br /&gt;at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best &lt;br /&gt;to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;requested the business office to pass the final bill&lt;br /&gt;to him for approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge&lt;br /&gt;and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open&lt;br /&gt;it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her&lt;br /&gt;life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and&lt;br /&gt;something caught her attention on the side of the&lt;br /&gt;bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read these words..... "Paid in full with one glass&lt;br /&gt;of milk" Signed,   Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart&lt;br /&gt;prayed: "Thank You, God that Your love has spread&lt;br /&gt;abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111517132183791581?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111517132183791581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111517132183791581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111517132183791581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111517132183791581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-glass-of-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111510691300604706</id><published>2005-05-03T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:55:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Like Your Thinking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asks her class, ''If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?'' She calls on little Johnny. ''None, they all fly away with the first gunshot.'' The teacher replies, ''The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking.'' Then Little Johnny says, ''I have a question for YOU. There are three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?'' The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, ''Well I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.'' ''The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on...but I like your thinking.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111510691300604706?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111510691300604706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111510691300604706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111510691300604706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111510691300604706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/like-your-thinking-teacher-asks-her.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111507829079536011</id><published>2005-05-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:06:45.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO! NOT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I went shopping again? Yes, AGAIN. I hate it! Well, not really... hehe. Hon texted me since I was not able to answer his call right away. He said "Punta ko Greenhills". "Sama ko!!!" I practically begged to go with him. I didn't have to but I still did it. :) He said he got off from the hospital at 2:30pm and was about to go straight to the mall but he thought I'd like to come along (you bet I do!). Not only will we be together but I'm gonna go shopping (AGAIN). I was planning on window shopping only but ended up buying another skirt, another racerback sando, a shirt and capri pants. Crap! I spent all my money again! Huhuhu... Anyway, Hon bought a green scrub suit and a Taz top (scrub suit din). He also bought button down polos since he would be needing these. Another half day of shopping?! AAAAAAHHH!!! What the heck am I thinking?! I had to hold back a bit since it is only the 3rd of the month and I lost 3/4 of my salary... "San mo nanaman ba pinag gagastos pera mo? Next time di na kita isasama" hon said. I just raised my eyebrow and turned my back... but then again... "Bat naman?! Di tayo pupunta dito mga 2 months (was thinking, yeah right at the same time) since I have to save up for something I'll be buying. Bat babalik ka pa ba dito?". "Aba syempre! Kelangan ko pa ng additional polo, di ka na sasama!" he said. I had to do something, I had to activate the puppy dog look. "Pagkatapos mo ko ayain.. kaw may kasalanan nito e!" Wahahaha! gave it right back to him! He just looked at me and we both laughed. Wehehehe. He's so funny. He said we won't even go near any stall, shopping malls or the like bt we already set a date for Wednesday! We got a cab and asked the driver to take us to SM North EDSA. We just ate there so that it'll be more accessible to get a ride home. This is the sad part. We rode the van that we have been trying to avoid! This van should be thrown away or burned! It's hot inside and you'd know if it's passing by since it's parts are clanking (what a word, if it is one!). I think the only thing holding it together is a piece of screw.. as in 1 piece. Oh well.. half of the trip home I was asleep so there was no time to whine. I was so contented... shopping bags on one side and ofcourse... my hon on the other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to shop! Honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111507829079536011?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111507829079536011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111507829079536011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111507829079536011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111507829079536011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-not-again-what-if-i-tell-you-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111502043118420902</id><published>2005-05-02T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:53:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUDOS! Thanks...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit this site... http://www.odsgirl.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111502043118420902?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111502043118420902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111502043118420902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111502043118420902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111502043118420902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/kudos-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111501373604553245</id><published>2005-05-02T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:07:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sale, Sale, Sale!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom texted me at 3:54 pm. "San k n? Dali hinihntay k nmin d2 megamol!". Whaaa?? My shift ends at 4pm! Grrr..this is what I don't like working on SUNDAYS WITHOUT ANY LEAVES (offs). This is one thing I hate about my work. Ok, so I work during weekends and if that is not enough, our client does not allow us to take our leaves during weekends?? WTF?! Anyhow, I went to SM Megamall around 4:20pm. Eira a.k.a. Shai (naks special mention nanaman!)and I hopped in a cab and left Ayala. I was insisting Eira to accompany me since she already missed her stop. Ang arte! Papilit pa! hehehe.. Eventually she took my bait. :) we checked out Kamiseta and bayo. She was planning on buying slippers ala Havaianas but the color that she wanted wasn't available. What happened was "I" was the one who was able to buy a skirt.. tsk, tsk, tsk.. there goes my being a mallrat again! After 15 minutes, my Dad texted me. "Sn k n". Yikes! I have to go... even if MFG is pulling me to buy the navy blue and red bag that I have been eyeing for the last 3 days... good thing we were really going to pass by that area. "Papunta na po dyan". But I still pulled Eira so that I can ask what color is nicer. "Ay ma'am wala na pong ganung color..". HMP! I knew it! I was supposed to buy the darned thing but I left the store early last Friday since hon and I was to meet his friends. Oh well, it's not meant to be... I just went to where my dad was and Eira and I parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 2 1/2 hours walking with my sis since my mom and dad had to buy some groceries. My gosh. I think that was the longest 2 1/2 hours I have spent in a mall. Nah.. not true. Maybe it's just that I wasn't buying anything and nothing catched my fancy. Around 7pm my dad asked me to meet up at the grocery store so that we can get the van ready. "Di po ba tayo kakain?" I asked. I was so freakn' hungry and tired! My dad said we'll just eat outside the mall since we needed to load things they bought. Great. Atleast I can sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that I fell asleep. After 30 minutes, we arrived at Wan Chai at Congressional ave. We had beef with broccoli, sizzling tanigue (?), pork siomai and birthday nodles... now the birthday noodles did not have have cake and ice cream on top. I'm not really sure why it's called birthday noodles. Maybe they just ran out of menu names. We also have old fashioned iced tea. Now the reason why I said old fashion is because it's not instant iced tea. The tea had other ingredients that tasted a lot "chinese". What the heck. I enjoyed it! After an hour of eating and unwinding, we had to leave since we bought fish and we REALLY didn't like it to spoil. I ended my day with a 5 hour sleep and a good night kiss (over the phone) from my hon. The end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111501373604553245?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111501373604553245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111501373604553245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111501373604553245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111501373604553245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/sale-sale-sale-my-mom-texted-me-at-354.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111500678087521150</id><published>2005-05-02T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:06:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICK UP LINES... FOR WOMEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Haven't we met before?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Perhaps. I'm the receptionist at the VD Clinic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Is this seat empty?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "So, wanna go back to my place ?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Well, I don't know. Will two people fit under a rock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Your place or mine?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Both. You go to yours and I'll go to mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I'd like to call you. What's your number?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "It's in the phone book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "But I don't know your name."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "That's in the phone book too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "So what do you do for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "I'm a female impersonator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hey, baby, what's your sign?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Do not Enter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "How do you like your eggs in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Unfertilized !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hey, come on, we're both here at this bar for the same reason"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah! Let's pick up some chicks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I know how to please a woman."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Then please leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I want to give myself to you."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "If I could see you naked, I'd die happy:&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah, but if I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Your body is like a temple."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Sorry, there are no services today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I'd go through anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Good! Let's start with your bank account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yes, but would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies... use them whenever a crisis arise k? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111500678087521150?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111500678087521150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111500678087521150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111500678087521150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111500678087521150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/pick-up-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111493130006227558</id><published>2005-05-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:08:20.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU MAY BE MARRIED TO A FILIPINA IF...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written by an American guy who loves his Filipina wife in spite of&lt;br /&gt;the numerous "irregularities")&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Most of the decorations in your house are made of wicker&lt;br /&gt;* You are expected to be able to read her mind just by watching her&lt;br /&gt;eyebrows move up and down and which way her lips are pointed&lt;br /&gt;* All her relatives think your name is Joe&lt;br /&gt;* The instant you are married you have 3000 new close relatives that&lt;br /&gt;you can't tell apart&lt;br /&gt;* Your house isn't really on fire, but there is a very charred fish&lt;br /&gt;right on top of the stove burner ( I can relate!!!)&lt;br /&gt;* All the desserts are sticky and all the snacks are salty...&lt;br /&gt;* She eats her fruit with giant salt crystals and her fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;with ketchup&lt;br /&gt;* Even the ketchup tastes weird... very weird&lt;br /&gt;* You throw a party and everyone is fighting to chop the leathery skin&lt;br /&gt;off a dead pig&lt;br /&gt;* All your kids have 4-5 middle names&lt;br /&gt;* Your in-laws take 10 years to acknowledge your existence and to call&lt;br /&gt;you by something other than "that white guy"&lt;br /&gt;* You try to call her up on the phone and someone tells you "for a&lt;br /&gt;while" and you want to know "for a while, what??" (Oo nga...) &lt;br /&gt;* Your phone bills are all international and average 3 hours per call&lt;br /&gt;* She sweeps with something that witches usually fly around on&lt;br /&gt;* The rice cooker is on 24 hours a day and uses up 50% of your&lt;br /&gt;electric and food budget (guilty anyone?) &lt;br /&gt;* On your first trip to the Philippines, you have 18 giant boxes that&lt;br /&gt;weigh 1000 pounds each and your "carry on" luggage requires a small&lt;br /&gt;forklift truck (for the love of having it "imported")&lt;br /&gt;* The first time she's pregnant you have to go out at 4:00 in the&lt;br /&gt;morning looking for some weird type of greasy sausages&lt;br /&gt;* Everything in your house was bought on sale, even if you don't need&lt;br /&gt;it ..as long as it was a "bargain" is all that matters ( you can't do anything about it Joe...)&lt;br /&gt;* She gets really excited by sucking the fat out of pig knees (eeew!)&lt;br /&gt;* Your daughter gets her ears pierced when she's 2 minutes old but&lt;br /&gt;your sons are not circumcised until they turn 21 (hahaha! good one!)&lt;br /&gt;* All your postage bills instantly double (but ofcourse we do have email nowadays..)&lt;br /&gt;* The only "white meat" she likes is You, and that's if you're lucky&lt;br /&gt;* Her favorite sauce is called "patis," Americans call it turpentine&lt;br /&gt;* You were married 5 years before she explained to you that "ARAY!"&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean "ooh, baby!" (you said you can read her mind through eyebrow movement right? Oo nga naman... what if it's dark..)&lt;br /&gt;* Her idea of new upholstery is rinsing the bagoong stains out of the&lt;br /&gt;slip covers&lt;br /&gt;* She can eat and talk at the same time, in fact that's her specialty! (it's a talent..)&lt;br /&gt;* Her favorite meal is leftovers, her favorite fancy dessert is Jello&lt;br /&gt;mold and for something REALLY romantic, she'll offer you a halo-halo&lt;br /&gt;with 2 straws&lt;br /&gt;* You still don't know what's the difference between manong and manok&lt;br /&gt;* She and the kids are always saying "Daddy made utot" and you still&lt;br /&gt;don't know what it means but they think it's pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;* Other than eyebrow raising and lip puckering, her next most&lt;br /&gt;expressive form of communication is grunts and pssst's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She goes to the movies just for the AC (just what I did the other day..)&lt;br /&gt;* Before every holiday and visit, her sisters fax you a 10 page&lt;br /&gt;"bilins" list which says "suggestion only" (riiiight!)&lt;br /&gt;* Your kitchen table has a merry-go-round in the middle (that's a lazy susan dummy!)&lt;br /&gt;* Her friends are named Chinky, Girlie, Boy and Bimbo and you are not&lt;br /&gt;allowed to smirk (and Ding-dong, Dhicklet, Kring-kring)&lt;br /&gt;* Her home economics course only taught shopping, eating and siesta;&lt;br /&gt;cooking, cleaning and sewing were not electives (right on!)&lt;br /&gt;* Her idea of edifying reading is gossip magazines&lt;br /&gt;* All your place settings has the silverware backwards and there are&lt;br /&gt;no knives&lt;br /&gt;* She washes her hair with a bucket and her car with a broom&lt;br /&gt;* Her favorite book (she has 3 copies) is "1001 New Recipes for Pig&lt;br /&gt;Parts You Were Gunna Throw Out"&lt;br /&gt;* You are the only family in a 200 mile radius with 2 Betamaxes, 3&lt;br /&gt;televisions (hmmm... dvd anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;* She's done her best job planning a surprise party for you if she&lt;br /&gt;manages not to tell you about it until a week or two before&lt;br /&gt;* She "cleans" her closet by throwing all the crap into your closet (well if those are your crap...)&lt;br /&gt;* AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST: You are pretty proud of yourself because&lt;br /&gt;you think you snagged up for yourself some unique, rare, tropical&lt;br /&gt;goddess type until you go to the Philippines and can't tell her apart&lt;br /&gt;from anyone else in the whole country (unless she's taller than 5'1",&lt;br /&gt;then it's a bit easier) But hey.. we still are undeniably irresistaile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111493130006227558?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111493130006227558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111493130006227558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111493130006227558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111493130006227558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-may-be-married-to-filipina-if.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111492630272001207</id><published>2005-05-01T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:45:02.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, from all over this Centennial-crazed country and in no particular order, are a hundred of the best things that make us unmistakably Pinoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merienda. Where else is it normal to eat five times a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawsawan. Assorted sauces that guarantee freedom of choice, enough room for experimentation and maximum tolerance for diverse tastes. Favorites: toyo't calamansi, suka at sili, patis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwan, ano. At a loss for words? Try these and marvel at how Pinoys understand exactly what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy humor and irreverence. If you're api and you know it, crack a joke. Nothing personal, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingi. Thank goodness for small entrepreneurs. Where else can we buy cigarettes, soap, condiments and life's essentials in small affordable amounts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality. Even before the Spaniards came, ethnic tribes had their own anitos, bathalas and assorted deities, pointing to a strong relationship with the Creator, who or whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po, opo, mano po. Speech suffixes that define courtesy, deference, filial respect--a balm to the spirit in these aggressive times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasalubong. Our way of sharing the vicarious thrills and delights of a trip, and a wonderful excuse to shop without the customary guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaches! With 7,000 plus islands, we have miles and miles of shoreline piled high with fine white sand, lapped by warm waters, and nibbled by exotic tropical fish. From the stormy seas of Batanes to the emerald isles of Palawan--over here, life is truly a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagoong. Darkly mysterious, this smelly fish or shrimp paste typifies the underlying theme of most ethnic foods: disgustingly unhygienic, unbearably stinky and simply irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayanihan. Yes, the internationally-renowned dance company, but also this habit of pitching in still common in small communities. Just have that cold beer and some pulutan ready for the troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Balikbayan box. Another way of sharing life's bounty, no matter if it seems like we're fleeing Pol Pot every time we head home from anywhere in the globe. The most wonderful part is that, more often than not, the contents are carted home to be distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilipino komiks. Not to mention "Hiwaga," "Aliwan," "Tagalog Classics," "Liwayway" and"Bulaklak" magazines. Pulpy publications that gave us Darna, Facifica Falayfay, Lagalag, Kulafu, Kenkoy, Dyesebel, characters of a time both innocent and worldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk songs. They come unbidden and spring, full blown, like a second language, at the slightest nudge from the too-loud stereo of a passing jeepney or tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiesta. Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow is just another day, shrugs the poor man who, once a year, honors a patron saint with this sumptuous, no-holds-barred spread. It's a Pinoy celebration at its pious and riotous best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aswang, manananggal, kapre. The whole underworld of Filipino lower mythology recalls our uniquely bizarre childhood, that is, before political correctness kicked in. Still, their rich adventures pepper our storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepneys. Colorful, fast, reckless, a vehicle of postwar Pinoy ingenuity, this Everyman's communal cadillac makes for a cheap, interesting ride. If the driver's a daredevil (as they usually are), hang on to your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinuguan. Blood stew, a bloodcurdling idea, until you try it with puto. Best when mined with jalape쨚 peppers. Messy but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santacruzan. More than just a beauty contest, this one has religious overtones, a tableau of St. Helena's and Constantine's search for the Cross that seamlessly blends piety, pageantry and ritual. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to show off the prettiest ladies--and the most beautiful gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balut. Unhatched duck's embryo, another unspeakable ethnic food to outsiders, but oh, to indulge in guilty pleasures! Sprinkle some salt and suck out that soup, with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakidala. A personalized door-to-door remittance and delivery system for overseas Filipino workers who don't trust the banking system, and who expect a family update from the courier, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choc-nut. Crumbly peanut chocolate bars that defined childhood ecstasy before M &amp; M's and Hershey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamayan style. To eat with one's hand and eschew spoon, fork and table manners--ah, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicharon. Pork, fish or chicken crackling. There is in the crunch a hint of the extravagant, the decadent and the pedestrian. Perfect with vinegar, sublime with beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy hospitality. Just about everyone gets a hearty "Kain tayo!" invitation to break bread with whoever has food to share, no matter how skimpy or austere it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adobo, kare-kare, sinigang and other lutong bahay stuff. Home-cooked meals that have the stamp of approval from several generations, who swear by closely-guarded cooking secrets and family recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Basyang. The voice one heard spinning tales over the radio, before movies and television curtailed imagination and defined grown-up tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pambahay. Home is where one can let it all hang out, where clothes do not make a man or woman but rather define their level of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricycle and trisikad, the poor Pinoy's taxicab that delivers you at your doorstep for as little as PHPesos3.00, with a complimentary dusting of polluted air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty ice cream. Very Pinoy flavors that make up for the risk: munggo, langka, ube, mais, keso, macapuno. Plus there's the colorful cart that recalls jeepney art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayas. The trusted Filipino nanny who, ironically, has become a major Philippine export as overseas contract workers. A good one is almost like a surrogate parent--if you don't mind the accent and the predilection for afternoon soap and movie stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarsi. Pinoy rootbeer, the enduring taste of childhood. Our grandfathers had them with an egg beaten in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy fruits. Atis, guyabano, chesa, mabolo, lanzones, durian, langka, makopa, dalanghita, siniguelas, suha, chico, papaya, singkamas--the possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino celebrities. Movie stars, broadcasters, beauty queens, public officials, all-around controversial figures: Aurora Pijuan, Cardinal Sin, Carlos P. Romulo, Charito Solis, Cory Aquino, Emilio Aguinaldo, the Eraserheads, Fidel V. Ramos, Francis Magalona, Gloria Diaz, Manuel L. Quezon, Margie Moran, Melanie Marquez, Ninoy Aquino, Nora Aunor, Pitoy Moreno, Ramon Magsysay, Richard Gomez, San Lorenzo Ruiz, Sharon Cuneta, Gemma Cruz, Erap, Tiya Dely, Mel and Jay, Gary V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World class Pinoys who put us on the global map: Lea Salonga, Paeng Nepomuceno, Eugene Torre, Luisito Espinosa, Lydia de Vega-Mercado, Jocelyn Enriquez, Elma Muros, Onyok Velasco, Efren "Bata" Reyes, Lilia Calderon-Clemente, Loida Nicolas-Lewis, Josie Natori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy tastes. A dietitian's nightmare: too sweet, too salty, too fatty, as in burong talangka, itlog na maalat, crab fat (aligue), bokayo, kutchinta, sapin-sapin, halo-halo, pastilyas, palitaw, pulburon, longganisa, tuyo, ensaymada, ube haleya, sweetened macapuno and garbanzos. Remember, we're the guys who put sugar (horrors) in our spaghetti sauce. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sights. Banaue Rice Terraces, Boracay, Bohol's Chocolate Hills, Corregidor Island, Fort Santiago, the Hundred Islands, the Las Pi?s Bamboo Organ, Rizal Park, Mt. Banahaw, Mayon Volcano, Taal Volcano. A land of contrasts and ever-changing landscapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayuma, agimat and anting-anting. Love potions and amulets. How the socially-disadvantaged Pinoy copes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barangay Ginebra, Jaworski, PBA, MBA and basketball. How the verticaly-challenged Pinoy compensates, via a national sports obsession that reduces fans to tears and fistfights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Power at EDSA. When everyone became a hero and changed Philippine history overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Miguel Beer and pulutan. "Isa pa nga!" and the Philippines' most popular, world-renowned beer goes well with peanuts, corniks, tapa, chicharon, usa, barbecue, sisig, and all manner of spicy, crunchy and cholesterol-rich chasers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resiliency. We've survived 400 years of Spanish rule, the US bases, Marcos, the 1990 earthquake, lahar, lambada, Robin Padilla, and Tamagochi. We'll survive Erap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyo. Truly Filipino in origin, this hunting tool, weapon, toy and merchandising vehicle remains the best way to "walk the dog" and "rock the baby," using just a piece of string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy games: Pabitin, palosebo, basagan ng palayok. A few basic rules make individual cunning and persistence a premium, and guarantee a good time for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninoy Aquino. For saying that "the Filipino is worth dying for,'' and proving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balagtasan. The verbal joust that brings out rhyme, reason and passion on a public stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabo. All-powerful, ever-useful, hygienically-triumphant device to scoop water out of a bucket _ and help the true Pinoy answer nature's call. Helps maintain our famously stringent toilet habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandesal. Despite its shrinking size, still a good buy. Goes well with any filling, best when hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jollibee. Truly Pinoy in taste and sensibility, and a corporate icon that we can be quite proud of. Do you know that it's invaded the Middle East, as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butanding, the dolphins and other creatures in our blessed waters. They're Pinoys, too, and they're here to stay. Now if some folks would just stop turning them into daing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakikisama. It's what makes people stay longer at parties, have another drink, join pals in sickness and health. You can get dead drunk and still make it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing-a-long. Filipinos love to sing, and thank God a lot of us do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayumanggi. Neither pale nor dark, our skin tone is beautifully healthy, the color of a rich earth or a mahogany tree growing towards the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handwoven cloth and native weaves. Colorful, environment-friendly alternatives to polyester that feature skillful workmanship and a rich indigenous culture behind every thread. From the pinukpok of the north to the malong of the south, it's the fiber of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies. Still the cheapest form of entertainment, especially if you watch the same movie several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na. We cope with uncertainty by embracing it, and are thus enabled to play life by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaitan. An offal stew flavored with bile, admittedly an acquired taste, but pointing to our national ability to acquire a taste for almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. Whether carabao or Arr-neoww-accented, it doubles our chances in the global marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Press. Irresponsible, sensational, often inaccurate, but still the liveliest in Asia. Otherwise, we'd all be glued to TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divisoria. Smelly, crowded, a pickpocket's paradise, but you can get anything here, often at rock-bottom prices. The sensory overload is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barong Tagalog. Enables men to look formal and dignified without having to strangle themselves with a necktie. Worn well, it makes any ordinary Juan look marvelously makisig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinas. They make the best friends, lovers, wives. Too bad they can't say the same for Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos. So maybe they're bolero and macho with an occasional streak of generic infidelity; they do know how to make a woman feel like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholicism. What fun would sin be without guilt? Jesus Christ is firmly planted on Philippine soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphy. Our favorite, ultra-durable comedian gives the beleaguered Pinoy everyman an odd dignity, even in drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style. Something we often prefer over substance. But every Filipino claims it as a birthright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad taste. Clear plastic covers on the vinyl-upholstered sofa, posters of poker-playing dogs masquerading as art, overaccessorized jeepneys and altars--the list is endless, and wealth only seems to magnify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke memories of family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped package.Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke memories of family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbridled optimism. Why we rank so low on the suicide scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street food: Barbecue, lugaw, banana-cue, fishballs, IUD (chicken entrails), adidas (chicken feet), warm taho. Forget hepatitis; here's cheap, tasty food with gritty ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siesta. Snoozing in the middle of the day is smart, not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorifics and courteous titles: Kuya, ate, diko, ditse, ineng, totoy, Ingkong, Aling, Mang, etc. No exact English translation, but these words connote respect, deference and the value placed on kinship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes and people who stood up for truth and freedom. Lapu-lapu started it all, and other heroes and revolutionaries followed: Diego Silang, Macario Sakay, Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Apolinario Mabini, Melchora Aquino, Gregorio del Pilar, Gabriela Silang, Miguel Malvar, Francisco Balagtas, Juan Luna, Marcelo H. del Pilar, Panday Pira, Emilio Jacinto, Raha Suliman, Antonio Luna, Gomburza, Emilio Aguinaldo, the heroes of Bataan and Corregidor, Pepe Diokno, Satur Ocampo, Dean Armando Malay, Evelio Javier, Ninoy Aquino, Lola Rosa and other comfort women who spoke up, honest cabbie Emilio Advincula, Rona Mahilum, the women lawyers who didn't let Jalosjos get away with rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora and fauna. The sea cow (dugong), the tarsier, calamian deer, bearcat, Philippine eagle, sampaguita, ilang-ilang, camia, pandan, the creatures that make our archipelago unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilipino songs, OPM and composers: "Ama Namin," "Lupang Hinirang," "Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal," "Ngayon at Kailanman," "Anak," "Handog,""Hindi Kita Malilimutan," "Ang Pasko ay Sumapit"; Ryan Cayabyab, George Canseco, Restie Umali, Levi Celerio, Manuel Francisco, Freddie Aguilar, and Florante--living examples of our musical gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro Aides. They started out as Imelda Marcos' groupies, but have gallantly proven their worth. Against all odds, they continuously prove that cleanliness is next to godliness--especially now that those darned candidates' posters have to be scraped off the face of Manila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari-sari store. There's one in every corner, offering everything from bananas and floor wax to Band-Aid and bakya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine National Red Cross. PAWS. Caritas. Fund drives. They help us help each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV shows through the years: "Tawag ng Tanghalan," "John and Marsha," "Champoy," "Ryan, Ryan Musikahan," "Kuwarta o Kahon," "Public Forum/Lives," "Student Canteen," "Eat Bulaga." In the age of inane variety shows, they have redeemed Philippine television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirks of language that can drive crazy any tourist listening in: "Bababa ba?" "Bababa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sayang!" "Naman!" "Kadiri!" "Ano ba!?" "pala." Expressions that defy translation but wring out feelings genuinely Pinoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockfighting. Filipino men love it more than their wives (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jose Rizal. A category in himself. Hero, medicine man, genius, athlete, sculptor, fictionist, poet, essayist, husband, lover, samaritan, martyr. Truly someone to emulate and be proud of, anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Aunor. Short, dark and homely-looking, she redefined our rigid concept of how leading ladies should look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noranian or Vilmanian. Defines the friendly rivalry between Ate Guy Aunor and Ate Vi Santos and for many years, the only way to be for many Filipino fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino Christmas. The world's longest holiday season. A perfect excuse to mix our love for feasting, gift-giving and music and wrap it up with a touch of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives and kababayan abroad. The best refuge against loneliness, discrimination and confusion in a foreign place. Distant relatives and fellow Pinoys readily roll out the welcome mat even on the basis of a phone introduction or referral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivals: Sinulog, Ati-atihan, Moriones. Sounds, colors, pagan frenzy and Christian overtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk dances. Tinikling, pandanggo sa ilaw, kari?sa, kuratsa, itik-itik, alitaptap, rigodon. All the right moves and a distinct rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native wear and costumes. Baro't saya, tapis, terno, saya, salakot, bakya. Lovely form and ingenious function in the way we dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday family gatherings. Or, close family ties that never get severed. You don't have to win the lotto or be a president to have 10,000 relatives. Everyone's family tree extends all over the archipelago, and it's at its best in times of crisis; notice how food, hostesses, money, and moral support materialize during a wake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calesa and karitela. The colorful and leisurely way to negotiate narrow streets when loaded down with a year's provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality of life. Where else can an ordinary employee afford a stay-in helper, a yaya, unlimited movies, eat-all-you-can buffets, the latest fashion (Baclaran nga lang), even Viagra in the black market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Saints' Day. In honoring our dead, we also prove that we know how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handicrafts. Shellcraft, rattancraft, abaca novelties, woodcarvings, banig placemats and bags, bamboo windchimes, etc. Portable memories of home. Hindi lang pang-turista, pang-balikbayan pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy greens. Sitaw. Okra. Ampalaya. Gabi. Munggo. Dahon ng Sili. Kangkong. Luya. Talong. Sigarillas. Bataw. Patani. Lutong bahay will never be the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCWs. The lengths (and miles) we'd go for a better life for our family, as proven by these modern-day heroes of the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipino artist. From Luna's magnificent "Spoliarium" and Amorsolo's sun-kissed ricefields, to Ang Kiukok's jarring abstractions and Borlongan's haunting ghosts, and everybody else in between. Hang a Filipino painting on your wall, and you're hanging one of Asia's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog soap operas. From "Gulong ng Palad" and "Flor de Luna" to today's incarnations like "Mula sa Puso"--they're the story of our lives, and we feel strongly for them, MariMar notwithstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight madness, weekends sales, bangketas and baratillos. It's retail therapy at its best, with Filipinos braving traffic, crowds, and human deluge to find a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just hear Bamboo sing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111492630272001207?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111492630272001207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111492630272001207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111492630272001207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111492630272001207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-from-all-over-this-centennial.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111491152826824478</id><published>2005-05-01T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:50:13.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THURSDAY... FRIDAY and SATURDAY...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi every all! I haven't been posying lately since twas my 2 day off and I was absent "again" yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: My hon and I went to Greenhills :) I was actually having second thoughts if I want to go or not since I didn't have our monthly pay yet :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing: I won't splurge that much and I won't touch my pay... yet&lt;br /&gt;bad thing: I still did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP! I spent almost all the money that I had! After 6 hours of walking around the mall, I bought 2 racerback tops, one pink top, 2 slippers and 1 sandals, and  a skirt! I dunno if I missed something but I feel I did... this was aside from the items that I bought from the same mall a week ago! now why do I have to buy 2 slippers and a pair of sandals if I only have @ FREAKN' FEET??!!! But hey, being a shopaholic that I am, I'm bound to mess up BIG TIME. It's a good thing It was not my pay check. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...I went to my hon's place since we had to meet up with his high school friends. We were supposed to meet up at SM Megamall at 8pm. We went to Greenhills (again) but not because of me ok?! Hehehe deffensive! He's supposed to buy a coat (or should I say a vest, or whatever that is). When we got there, the coat that we saw... and the whole store for that matter, was for women.. huhuhu... we spent almost a hundred bucks going to GH for nothing. I had to control myself to check out more stalls but I couldn't resist the orange skirt.. have .... to... control.. hey, I'm only human... and my feet dragged me to the skirt. While my hon was worried sick thinking where to but a coat, I was worried sicak as well. To buy or not to buy.... now THAT is the question. It's a good thing I decided to fit the skirt.. YAYKS!!! It had the worst fit ever! On me that is... Oh well... good thinking Ivy, I heard my conscience say.. and away my hon and I went to Megamall to meet his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't go to the details about this because it still sickens me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm no sign of them yet.. one of them said she's on a cab and is on her way.&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm still no sign of them... ate at A&amp;W since hon and I wanted to have rootbeer float :) yum!&lt;br /&gt;9:00-10pm starting to get irritated but just went to the stores..(didn't find anything nice to buy even if the entire place is on sale). It's even not exciting anymore sice I'm already feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;10:30 soooo irritated! where the heck are they??? I'm soo on a fighting mode with hon (sorry baby! Bitch hon mo e!) They wanted us to go back to GH and I said "No way am I goin' back there! We spent 2 1/2 hours waiting here for nothing? Uwi na ko!" I was so in a crappy mood and by the time I met up with one of hon's friends, I was half smiling. This was by 11 pm. We went in the car and drove to Shangri-la and got coffee there. Finally! We got to chat with one of his friends and the bf. (both hon's friends that we are meeting up with are girls). Around 11:30 or almost 12, his best friend arrived and only chatted with us less than 30 mins. since she brought along 2 other friends (one would be a former officemate, small world!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:25 am We said our goodbyes and took some pictures&lt;br /&gt;2:00 am home at last! &lt;br /&gt;3:00 am hon had to go home&lt;br /&gt;It was fun when hon and I were together but waiting for his friends for 2 1?2 hours was not spelled as F-U-N. I wasn't being a snob when we met, I was actually decent and composed but I just hope when we meet again, I'd better talk to them when and what time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY... I called in sick. I have this splitting head ache! did not go out since I needed to rest. I texted my friend whom I haven't seen or heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey there! Musta na? Bat nman kc kelngan pmunta k ng Tarlac? Ngkita Kmi n Malou nung Wed. Dpat ttxt k nya kso l8 na dn bka d k pmunta.&lt;br /&gt;Ethel: Cge kitakits tayo sometime. Miss k n kyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll check with them when we could meet up coz she might be flying off to the US again and we wouldn'd hear from her again for a loooong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I missed out on something... I bought 2 boleros.. pink and yellow! :) still missing items that I purchased but I'll have to figure out first what they are! ooh! and a pair of earings nga pala! wahahaha! no wonder I lost all my dough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111491152826824478?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111491152826824478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111491152826824478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111491152826824478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111491152826824478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/05/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111456789827777642</id><published>2005-04-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:14:38.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TANDANG TANDA NAMIN NI KUYA ANG SAYA AT LUMBAY SA PODER NILA INAY AT ITAY...LALO&lt;br /&gt;NA ANG MGA MAGAGANDANG LESSONS NA NATUTUNAN NAMIN SA KANILA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Si Inay, tinuruan niya ako ng HOW TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;" Kung kayong dalawa ay magpapatayan, doon kayo sa labas. Mga punyeta kayo,&lt;br /&gt;kalilinis ko lang ng bahay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Natuto ako ng RELIGION kay Itay.&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag yang mantsa di natanggal sa carpet, magdasal ka na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Si Itay, tinuruan niya kami ni Kuya kung anong ibig sabihin ng TIME TRAVEL.&lt;br /&gt;" Kung di kayo tumigil ng pagngangawa diyan, tatadyakan ko kayo ng todo&lt;br /&gt;hanggang umabot kayo sa isang linggo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kay Inay ako natuto ng LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;" Kaya ganyan, dahil sinabi ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kay Inay din ako natuto ng MORE LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;" Kapag ikaw ay nalaglag diyan sa bubong, ako lang magisa ang manonood ng&lt;br /&gt;sine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kay Itay naman natuto ng FORESIGHT si Kuya.&lt;br /&gt;"Siguraduhin mo na lagi kang magsusuot ng brief, para pag nakascore ka sa syota&lt;br /&gt;mo e di kahiyahiya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Si Inay naman ang nagturo sa akin ng kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;" Sige ngumalngal ka, kung di bibigyan talaga kita ng iiyakan mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kay Inay ako natuto ng science of OSMOSIS.&lt;br /&gt;" Punyeta, itigil mo ang kadadakdak at tapusin mong kainin ang inihanda kong&lt;br /&gt;hapunan para sa iyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Si Inay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung ano ang CONTORTIONISM.&lt;br /&gt;" Tignan mo nga yang dumi sa likod ng leeg mo, tignan mo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Si Itay ang nagpaliwanang sa akin kung anong ibig sabihin ng STAMINA.&lt;br /&gt;" Wag kang tatayo diyan hangga't di mo natatapos kainin lahat yang gulay mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. At si Inay ang nagturo sa amin kung anong ibig sabihin ng WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;" Alangya, ano ba itong kuwarto nyong magkapatid, parang dinaanan ng bagyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. CIRCLE OF LIFE, ang paliwanag sa akin ni Inay ay ganito:&lt;br /&gt;" Malandi kang bata ka, iniluwal kita sa mundong ito, maari rin kitang alisin&lt;br /&gt;sa mundong ito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kay Itay ako natuto kung ano ang BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.&lt;br /&gt;" Tatadyakan kita diyan, huwag ka ngang maguumarte diyan na parang Nanay mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Si Inay naman ang nagpaliwanag sa amin kung anong ibig sabihin ng ENVY.&lt;br /&gt;" Maraming mga batang ulila sa magulang, di ba kayo nagpapasalamat at mayroon&lt;br /&gt;kayong magulang na tulad namin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Si Itay naman ang nagturo sa akin ng ANTICIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;" Tangna kang bata ka, hintayin mong makarating tayo sa bahay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. At si Itay pa rin ang nagturo kay Kuya kung ano ibig sabihin ng RECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;"Uupakan kita pagdating natin sa bahay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Si Inay naman ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;" Kapag naputol yang mga paa mo ng pinaglalaruan mong lawn mower, wag na wag&lt;br /&gt;kang tatakbo sa akin at lulumpuhin kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Kay Itay naman natuto si Kuya ng HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.&lt;br /&gt;" Kung di ka matututong magbate, eh di ka nga tatangkad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Si Inay ang nagturo sa akin anong ibig sabihin ng GENETICS.&lt;br /&gt;" Nagmana ka nga talaga sa ama mong walanghiya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kay Inay din ako natuto ng WISDOM.&lt;br /&gt;" Pag umabot ka na ng edad ko, saka mo pa lang maiintindihan ang lahat."&lt;br /&gt;21. At ang paborito ko sa lahat na natutunan ko kay Inay at Itay ay kung ano ang&lt;br /&gt;JUSTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Isang araw magkakaroon ka rin ng anak, panalangin namin na sana'y matulad&lt;br /&gt;sila sayo..haliparot!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111456789827777642?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111456789827777642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111456789827777642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111456789827777642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111456789827777642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/tandang-tanda-namin-ni-kuya-ang-saya.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111449680574365033</id><published>2005-04-26T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:16:06.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I Jumped Off the Building...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CACPSX8F.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CAURWF1U.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CATZXXK6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CA0HSBGR.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CAWLUNO3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CA7MH0PF.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CARL1RTR.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CACLQ3CP.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CAQDP9KY.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CA0LARK5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CAM701YJ.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CARWD1F4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CAWIZX9O.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/CAOPY7SL.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Hope you'll like this one as much as I did :) }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111449680574365033?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111449680574365033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111449680574365033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111449680574365033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111449680574365033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-i-jumped-off-building_26.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111447353187397926</id><published>2005-04-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:00:55.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIHIHI!!! *blush* *blush*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/0.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting yesterday for "new rules" with our account. Before it even started, looked at my phone.."1 missed call--- from hon". Hmmm... maybe he's just checking if I was on my way home. After an hour I checked my phone again.."1 missed call--- from hon. I was texting him them my phone rang.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hon: Hello, san ka? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Sa office pa lang po.&lt;br /&gt;Hon: Bakit? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Nagmeeting kami e. Ikaw san ka? &lt;br /&gt;Hon: UST po. Pauwi na.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige po. Pauwi na din ako. &lt;br /&gt;Hon: San ka na banda?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pasakay papuntang MRT.. Why? ( I have a feeling he's gonna ask me something..)&lt;br /&gt;Hon: Wala lang..( pakipot pa! ) Kita tayo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (a resounding) SURE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it.. I knew it! I had a feeling he wanted to see me :) I was actually gonna ask him out if he was going to chicken out but knowing him, he wouldn't ask me if he really can't. I practically FLEW so that I can get there in time. As usual, Gateway Mall. We just checked out bathing suites (yuck! feeling!), even though I don't know how to swim :P we just ate at Shakey's and we just talked for hours.. la lang.... as in date! He was not able to accompany me home since he has to be there early but it's ok. At least I spent time with him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111447353187397926?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111447353187397926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111447353187397926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111447353187397926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111447353187397926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/hihihi-blush-blush-we-had-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111431143722893486</id><published>2005-04-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:57:45.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;**I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST FRIDAY**&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hon told me Thursday night that he will be going somewhere. I asked him where but he said he wouldn't tell! Hmmm... I got back at him by saying I'll be going somewhere else too. He asked where and I replied "secret! ang lagay ikaw lang ang di magsasabi?? Hmp!". Hehehe... we talked some more and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on Friday and as soon as I opened the door, my mom said "tara breakfast tayo sa labas!" I agreed with a resounding "SURE!". We ate at Chowking and I had pancit canton and my mom had plain congee and we shared an order of tofu. Halfway through we exchanged what we were eating so that we can try the other's meal. My mom asked me to buy halohalo at 9:30 in the a.m.! And she's saying she has to go on a diet... tsk, tsk, like mother, like daughter. :) After eating, I went to my sis's clinic to have my braces adjusted. (ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 p.m. I went home and since I left my phone, 1 missed call and 1 message received. It was my hon. Hmmm... maybe he's leaving for wherever he'll be going. I called their house but nobody's answering. Maybe he already left. RRRRIIIINNNGGG!! "Hello Ivy?". My hon's mom. "Po?" I asked. "Tumawag ka ba dito?" she asked. "Opo, kaso la po kasing sumasagot e.". "Teka tignan ko kung nandito pa sya ha, ay naku, nakaalis na pala e.". "Sige po thank you na lang po."... I said. "Sige, Bye!" and his mom placed the phone down. Hmmm... funny but I don't feel irritated. Normally I'd get kinda pissed off if I missed a call from him but today, it's fine. I just called him on his cell instead. "Hon san ka?" I asked. "Eto sa Farmer's sasakay papuntang Sm Fairview."...."Ha? Bakit? Anung.." before I could even finish my sentence he said "Papunta sa inyo. E hindi mo sinasagot phone mo e. San ka ba?". Whahahahahaha!!!! He's coming over! "Limot ko phone ko e. Kita na lang tayo sa SM para padevelop ko pix mo nung grad. puno na memory ng cam e". We ended our call and hurried off to shower and change. I was so excited! I have no idea why but the fact that he wanted to surprise me, I was pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at SM after almost an hour and wet to Quantum where he would normally wait for me. We just walked around and window shopped. we ate at Karate Kid (like Tokyo Tokyo only they have bigger servings and cheaper!). Hay... I know... Kain nanaman...&lt;br /&gt;We went home and talked and joked and had our sweet moments until 2:30a.m.... But I was late for work since my alarm didn't go off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in Laguna now swimming to his heart's content with his friends but it's only overnight so he'll be back soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111431143722893486?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111431143722893486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111431143722893486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111431143722893486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111431143722893486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-know-what-you-did-last-friday-my-hon.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111421964726850665</id><published>2005-04-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:46:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commercial:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to take the FX but the line was sooooo long so we decided to take a taxi. I asked the first taxi. "Mama sa bayan po." . Taxi driver "dun po sakayan papunta dun...". Now this time, my feet were tired and I wanted the comfort of my bed. When I heard his sentence... "ALAM KO! E GUSTO KO MAGTAXI E! GAGO!". So sorry for the words but that REALLY PISSED ME OFF!. I know where to ride and I know SM like it's the back of my hand but he invited the rudeness in me. I slammed the door shut so hard I was hoping he'd pick the thing up. The second taxi driver was plesant though. hayy... i felt sorry for the first driver, not because I shouted at him (that was due to him! bwahahaha!) but because his mentality is so rusted it could turn to dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111421964726850665?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111421964726850665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111421964726850665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111421964726850665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111421964726850665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/commercial-we-were-supposed-to-take-fx.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111421940135610163</id><published>2005-04-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:23:21.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM AND DAUGHTERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was my off. Normally I just get out of bed when it's time to eat .Yeah, I know, funny how I think my tummy is big but I'm not doing anyhting about it. Somehow I I just think that one day it will miraculously flatten by itself. Oh well, anyway, my mom said that my eldest sis wanted to go to GreenHills. Oh, no. Shopping without money. What the heck. My sis called and asked our yaya to pass by her clinic first while she was enating lunch, just to make sure that there wouldn't be any patients. I said" kala ko ba alis tayo?". She said, "OO nga.". I said "e ba' papupntahin mo pa si Tata e baka magka patient ka pa di tayo makaalis". She said "eeeeeehh, basta!". My mom said "sabihin mo nakakain na tayo". my sis said "ganun?". My mom said "sabihin mo nakabihis na tayo". my sis said" ganun?". After the she said, my mom said and I said, we won. :P she closed her clinic and by the time she rang the door bell and I answered it, she said, "kala ko ba nakabihis na kayo?!". I just smiled my sweetest smile and ran to the bathroom to take a bath and change. I just heard her say "sabi ko na nga ba e". hehehe. And off we went to GH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my mom went to the plants and furnitures, my sis went with my mom but I on the other hand said "hiwalay ako ha, text text na lang." and away I went. I was so overwhelmed since there were so many new things to see there. After 2 hours, I received a text msg. "kain n tyo s kenny kmi". Hmmmm... WHAT SIDE WOULD THAT BE?? Sorry but I don't memorize GH like others do. I still get lost in the swarm of clothes, shoes, bags and yes, furnitures.. I asked one of the manong guards and gave me directions. Good thing I sill have good intuition. Received another text. "KFC n lng, cornr dn lapit piza ht." ok. I approached my sis at the counter to order, I asked. "nung binili mo?" she answered "shorts" I said "whaaaaa?? ako din shorts!". when we went to our table my sis said, "tanung mo kay mommy kung nung binili nya for Yna (our youngest)". I just looked at her and she and my sis said "SHORTS!" whahahaha!!! that was so funny! We all went our separate ways and after 2 hours we only get to buy shorts? pwhe! Had to do something else. By the end of the day, due to budget matters and baratan moments, I ended up with 2 beach shorts, 2 lacy sleeveles shirts and 1 boxer shorts for my hon which was my first buy for the day :). My mom and I had had to commute all the way home since my sis will take another route and went our separate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111421940135610163?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111421940135610163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111421940135610163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111421940135610163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111421940135610163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/mom-and-daughters-last-thursday-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111399152465072867</id><published>2005-04-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:06:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;The Wonders of Netopia&lt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am typing awayat Netopia com. shop beside my hon. Apparently he had to research on something so I get the chance to update my blog (hihihi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hon was at Makati Med. so he passed by our office to fetch me. I invited him to a movie since he was kinda depressed yesterday for some reason. We bought his mom's and dad's medicine and decided to bring it home then go back to Gateway mall. When we arrived, his mom asked "anak, ilan iluluto ko?". I didn't know what they were talking about but when hon sat beside me, he said "kain na lang tayo dito... crabs ulam e". Oh, no. Don't get me wrong, I like crabs and I don't have any allergic reaction to seafoods but... "I DON"T KNOW HOW TO EAT THE RED SHELLED CRITTERS!". I braced my self as he placed the crabs on the dining table. Mean looking crabs! They're so big they look like lobsters if not for their flat bodies. When his dad tired to crack one of the pinchers, the scissors with the cracker handle(haha!) almost didn't make it to the next pinchers!. There I was, sitting beside my hon, waiting for him to give me the opened crabs so that I can eat the meat of the darned thing. They even served veggie salad... yum! I decided to remove all the crab meat first so that I could continuously eat. His mom was laughing at me coz I looked like a 2 year old when I was picking on the crab. "hay naku, tigilan mo na yan, nagdudumi ka lang!" Hahaha! How I wish the floor could swallow me that time! She even helped me crack the shell of the freakin' crab! Darn. But after all the hardships of eating, I was so fully you'd have to roll me off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after eating, we went to see Finding Neverland. I thought it was a fantasy movie or comedy perhaps since I did not read the plot or watched the trailer. J.M. Barrie is a turn-of-the-century author struggling with writing a good play and having it produced. Inspiration hits him at the park while playing with his dog: four small boys and a widowed mother, a needy family whom he starts to care for. Soon the rumor mills are working about Barrie and the Davies--rumors that start to shake his marriage. But what emerges from his experiences is the well-loved children's classic Peter Pan. It's a movng film and I did not regret watching it. Of course I'm with my hon so it's a win win situation. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... I've checked my Friendster (at last) and now I don't have anything to do. My eyes are tuning red since I've been in front of the monitor for almost half the day now. As in 12 hours. But I don't care, i think I'll just sleep here. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111399152465072867?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111399152465072867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111399152465072867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111399152465072867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111399152465072867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/wonders-of-netopia-here-i-am-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111398394361039157</id><published>2005-04-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:59:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUICKIE LANG...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hon and I are going to meet at G4.. so excited! I'll tell you all about it next time. By the way, we also went to Gateway Mall last night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111398394361039157?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111398394361039157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111398394361039157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111398394361039157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111398394361039157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/quickie-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111371103738232779</id><published>2005-04-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:02:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***UST MEDICINE BATCH 2005***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a thousand flashes of light... camera lights that is. "Hon smile for me baby!" "click, click, click, click!". Ivy paki! Ako din paki! Can you please take our picture? " I was then transformed into an instant photographer. For like an hour. But I gladly obliged. Besides, this is their only graduation for Medicine and I would like them to forever remember it. My hon only frowned and said "sorry" coz he saw that I had 5 cameras on my hand and 1 hanging on my neck and another 1 dangling on my arm. I said it was all right and I can handle it. Besides, I was having fun taking their picture anyway. I was holding different cameras and was snapping away. By the time I was down to one camera, I was asking "kanino 'to?" I thought nobody was going to claim it.hehehe. Finders keepers? "ay sakin pala yan" one of his buddy's said and off we went to another corner to take their picture. One second I have 5-10 cameras, next minute, I only have 2 (mine and my hon's).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ate at GateWay Mall and had a hard time getting a parking space since it was the concert of "cascades". Hon and I had to park the car and his parents had to order food since his dad is hypoglycemic (he's nlood sugar is kinda low now but he really is diabetic). He's cold and pale and is somewhat shaking. We had to park in front of Rustan's and walk all the way to The restaurant (Burgoo). I was so stuffed with steak (they bought 2 platters!), rice (forgot whatit was called. It had shrimps, ham, special sausages, squid, etc.) and chicken salad. They were asking me to order some more food but I was so full I didn't want to order anymore. The food was more than enough! By the time we went to my hon's house, his father had to go directly to bed to rest. All in all the day was a blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Honey and to all of his friends, classmates and batchmates.... a big CONGRATULATIONS and WELL DONE peeps! I'm so proud of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111371103738232779?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111371103738232779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111371103738232779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111371103738232779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111371103738232779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/ust-medicine-batch-2005-part-ii-then.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111370921037349562</id><published>2005-04-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:30:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***UST MEDICINE BATCH 2005***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the graduation of my dearest hon last April 15 and I was ecstatic to be there! I brought my blouse and my ever famous "skirt" to their house. I wore a black halter top and this asymmetric pink skirt.I had to iron it first since it was all wrinkled up. I felt like a skater or a ballroom dancer (but how I wish I could dance like that!). When I went down stairs to meet him, his eyes almost popped out :) but he didn't say a word since we were some what in a quarrel that time. I made my self somewhat "presentable" for him and his family (and for myself of course). As we went in the car, I said "sorry po" and he just nooded and leaned over so that I can give him a peck on the cheek (my hon's the best!). He actually came from a pre graduation party and I was so pissed that he didn't tell me that we will be home by 6... in the morning of his graduation! Anyway, in 10 minutes, I could hear him sound asleep. We were supposed to be there by 2pm and we arrived at 2:25pm. That's fine since the ceremony starts at 3pm. That was just to give us time to prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was fun. Kulit ng mga grads :) I was the official photographer of my hon since I was the only person who would like to walk around and take pictures. I just let his parents sit and relax while I take pictures of their son. It was actually fun :P His dad was making silly comments about the names of the candidates on the program booklet and the was making fun of the faculty members who did not even iron their vests... what ever that was called.(not the toga). We were kinda getting bored then came the long list of cum laudes, magna cum laudes and suma cum laude. "ayan na.. last na yan" his dad said "ayun pa po,meron pa" I said". "aan?"He asked. "Ayun po o". I pointed out to the peolpe getting up from their seats. "naku! ang dami pala nyan!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 1/2 hours of sitting and joking around (uuyyy!!! close!) with my hon's parents, the ceremony ended with the UST hymn. Ofcourse I stood up and sang... after all, once a Thomasian, always a Thomasian. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111370921037349562?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111370921037349562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111370921037349562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111370921037349562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111370921037349562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/ust-medicine-batch-2005-part-i-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111370364684019712</id><published>2005-04-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:07:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sickness and more sickness... hehehe... I just came from a 4 day rest (2 absences and 2 rest days). I was asked by my doctor to have "2 weeks voice rest". I told my doctor if we can have at least just a week coz my work requires me to take calls. "2 weeks voice rest o 2 weeks BED REST?"Whaaaa??? bed rest? OA ha. I'm not bedridden... my throat is! Hmmm, not good, not good. This means that my schedule adherence will suffer and my Vacation leaves as well. "sige po, voice rest na lang...". I'm sorry to those people whom I'm going to pester to take calls :) pish tayo! Madge, thanks for going on OT! Eira, o ayan... natupad na hinihiling mo! nagko calls ka na! Kay, will wait for your arrival para take over ka na sa calls... hehehe... pish uli!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111370364684019712?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111370364684019712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111370364684019712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111370364684019712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111370364684019712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back-from-sickness-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111328896998118048</id><published>2005-04-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:56:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would just like to share with you to all the lovers in Paris out there... enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:    Losing the Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady       &lt;br /&gt;  nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Threeÿ years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have  &lt;br /&gt;  to                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  admit,ÿ that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him       &lt;br /&gt;  before,                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  has nowÿ transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  I am a sentimentalÿ woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a      &lt;br /&gt;  relationship and myÿ feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a   &lt;br /&gt;  little girl yearning forÿ candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his &lt;br /&gt;  lack of sensitivity, and theÿ inability of bringing romantic moments into &lt;br /&gt;  our                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  marriage has disheartened meÿ about love. One day, I finally decided to   &lt;br /&gt;  tell                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  him my decision, that I wantedÿ a divorce.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasonsÿ for          &lt;br /&gt;  everything                                                                &lt;br /&gt;  in the world!" I answered.                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  He kept silent the wholeÿ night, seems to be in deep thought with a       &lt;br /&gt;  lighted                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  cigarette at allÿ times.                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man whoÿ can't    &lt;br /&gt;  even                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Andÿ finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody   &lt;br /&gt;  said                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  itÿ right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I     &lt;br /&gt;  have                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  started losing faith in him.                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Looking deep into his eyes I slowlyÿ answered : "Here is the question, if &lt;br /&gt;  you                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  can answer and convince my heart, Iÿ will change my mind, Let's say, I    &lt;br /&gt;  want                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  a                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  flower located on the face of aÿ mountain cliff, and we both are sure     &lt;br /&gt;  that                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  picking the flower will cause yourÿ death, will you do it for me?"        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  He said :" I will give you your answerÿ tomorrow...." My hopes just sank  &lt;br /&gt;  by                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  listening to his response.                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  I wokeÿ up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper    &lt;br /&gt;  with                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  hisÿ scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table   &lt;br /&gt;  near                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  theÿ front door, that goes....                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  My dear,                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  "I would not pick that flowerÿ for you, but please allow me to explain    &lt;br /&gt;  the                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  reasons further.."                                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Thisÿ first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  "When youÿ use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and &lt;br /&gt;  you                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  cry inÿ front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers so that I can     &lt;br /&gt;  help                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  to                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  restoreÿ the programs.                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to saveÿ my legs to   &lt;br /&gt;  rush                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  home to open the door for you.                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  You love traveling butÿ always lose your way in a new city, I have to     &lt;br /&gt;  save                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  my                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  eyes to show you theÿ way.                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approachesÿ every  &lt;br /&gt;  month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your      &lt;br /&gt;  tummy.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by        &lt;br /&gt;  infantile                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;  autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories toÿ cure    &lt;br /&gt;  your                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  boredom.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  You always stare at the computer, and that will doÿ nothing good for your &lt;br /&gt;  eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old,ÿ I can help to     &lt;br /&gt;  clip                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs.ÿ So I can also &lt;br /&gt;  hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy theÿ sunshine &lt;br /&gt;  and                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, justÿ like the  &lt;br /&gt;  color of the glow on your young face...                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Thus, my dear, unlessÿ I am sure that there is someone who loves you more &lt;br /&gt;  than I do... I could notÿ pick that flower yet, and die.. "               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  My tears fell on the letter, andÿ blurred the ink of his handwriting...   &lt;br /&gt;  and                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  as I conntinue onÿ reading...                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you areÿ satisfied,    &lt;br /&gt;  please                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;  open the front door for I am standing outside bringing yourÿ favorite     &lt;br /&gt;  bread                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;  and fresh milk...                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  I rush to pull open the door, and sawÿ his anxious face, clutching        &lt;br /&gt;  tightly                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  with his hands, the milk bottle and loafÿ of bread....                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much asÿ he does, and &lt;br /&gt;  I                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  have decided to leave the flower alone...                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  That's life,ÿ and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of    &lt;br /&gt;  excitement fadesÿ away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies   &lt;br /&gt;  in                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  between the peaceÿ and dullness.                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheekyÿ forms, it has     &lt;br /&gt;  never                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;  been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form..ÿ . flowers, and &lt;br /&gt;  romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface ofÿ the          &lt;br /&gt;  relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and       &lt;br /&gt;  that's                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;  our life... Love, not words winÿ arguments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111328896998118048?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111328896998118048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111328896998118048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111328896998118048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111328896998118048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-would-just-like-to-share-with-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111328788566786757</id><published>2005-04-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:38:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mag Clusivol ka dahi BAWAL MAGKASAKIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second day of sorethroatness. I'm still having a hard time eating because I can't swallow and I still have to shut my eyes everytime I do it... to top it all off.. I have this irritating (dry) cough that bugs me. Sounds sickly huh? wait till you see me! Hmmm... how I wish I could get better now since I would still have to work up my energy to look for a freakn' skirt...  I know.. I know.. AGAIN... what can I do? It's an ISSUE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of issues, I came home early (than usual) last night. My mom and dad had a "date" so THEY came home LATE. When my mom heard me speak... " Ayan! Alam mo kung bat nagkaganyan ka? Pano nahahamugan ka! Uwi kasi ng gabing gabi!". Then around 11pm, my mom checked on me and said "Naku, sinisinat ka na. Buti kung makapasok ka bukas."... got some medicine and asked me to take it. Feelin' groggy (?), I obliged.  Then... just as I was about to close my eyes... I heard my dad say.." Lakwatsa ng lakwatsa tapos magkakasakit!" Hayy... parents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking if I should go to work tomorrow or not. I have to buy the skirt but I can't go on leave since there is no allocation.. so what's new? If I have a half day VL it would still not be approved. Oh wel.. we'll see, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111328788566786757?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111328788566786757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111328788566786757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111328788566786757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111328788566786757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/mag-clusivol-ka-dahi-bawal-magkasakit.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111318186666447858</id><published>2005-04-11T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:11:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.. I have no voice! as in I feel like I just came from a concert and sang my tonsils out. I wasn't able to sleep coz everytime I swallow...( yes.. we still swallow our saliva that is, when we sleep! ), I find myself awake with a stabbing ache in my throat. Crap... now I DEFINITELY have to consult the doctor... :) I now have the reason not to take calls and go on chat or email only. Whahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... my hon's grad is super fast approaching. I need to buy a skirt! and a blouse! or a freakn' dress!!! And if ever... sandals!!! Of course everything should match right???? We spent 3 hours looking for the right skirt and when we saw one... they don't have my size. I asked for a diferent design.."ma'am wala na din po nyan.." e magsara na kayo.. hehehe joke! Thought I didn't say it, it really pissed me off. I finally get the right design for my blouse then they don't have my size??? freak. Either I have to super gain weight or starve myself to death so that I don't have to be the size of the mass.... MEDIUM. I already have a blouse but I'm still thinking that there is a possibility that I can get another blouse or even a dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should starve myself to death then. I have a couple of days left to get a whole wardrobe together... can I do it? I have checked 3 different malls now and I'm sure I didn't miss a botique that might have a design that would interest me... DO I HAVE TO GO SOUTH TO GET A FREAKIN" DRESS??? Ok, ok. I'm overacting. But hey, I want to be presentable and I do not want to look like the graduate OR the yaya of the graduate. I just want to look... pretty... :) is that too much to ask??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I have to check G4 or Galleria. Hopefully I'd be able to at least get a decent looking skirt that will follow the wind where it blows... sideways not upwards! hehehe. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111318186666447858?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111318186666447858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111318186666447858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111318186666447858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111318186666447858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/omg-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111310408821755559</id><published>2005-04-10T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:38:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never try to outsmart a woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never try to outsmart a woman!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was&lt;br /&gt;a real miser when it came to his money. Just before he died, he said to his&lt;br /&gt;wife, "When I die. I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with&lt;br /&gt;me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me." And so he got his wife to&lt;br /&gt;promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all of the money&lt;br /&gt;in the casket with him.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket; his wife was sitting there in&lt;br /&gt;black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony,&lt;br /&gt;just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, "Wait&lt;br /&gt;just a minute!" She had a box with her; she came over with the box and put it in&lt;br /&gt;the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down, and then rolled it&lt;br /&gt;away. So her friend said, "Girl, I know you weren't fool enough to put all that&lt;br /&gt;money in there with your husband." The loyal wife replied, "Listen, I'm a &lt;br /&gt;Christian, I can't go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put&lt;br /&gt;that money in that casket with him." "You mean to tell me you put that money&lt;br /&gt;in the casket with him!!!!?" "I sure did" said the wife.&lt;br /&gt;"I got it all together, put it into my account and wrote him a cheque. If he can&lt;br /&gt;cash it, he can spend it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women Are Smarter Than Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to inherit a fortune when his sickly, widower father died, Charles decided&lt;br /&gt;he needed a woman to enjoy it with. Going to a singles' bar, he spotted a woman&lt;br /&gt;whose beauty took his breath away. "I'm just an ordinary man," he said, walking&lt;br /&gt;up to her, "but in just a week or two, my father will die and I'll inherit 20&lt;br /&gt;million dollars." The woman went home with Charles, and the next day she became&lt;br /&gt;his stepmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding Women (A Man's Perspective)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take&lt;br /&gt;boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,&lt;br /&gt;and still be afraid of a spider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...&lt;br /&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we&lt;br /&gt;have to repeat everything to men. The husband then turned to his wife and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid And Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so&lt;br /&gt;beautiful all at the same time." The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God&lt;br /&gt;made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would&lt;br /&gt;be attracted to you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife were in the midst of a violent quarrel, and hubby was losing&lt;br /&gt;his temper. "Be careful," he said to his wife. "You will bring out the beast in&lt;br /&gt;me." "So what?" his wife shot back. "Who's afraid of a mouse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each&lt;br /&gt;morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we&lt;br /&gt;don't have to wait as long to get our coffee." The husband said, "You are in&lt;br /&gt;charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job,&lt;br /&gt;and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the&lt;br /&gt;man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So&lt;br /&gt;she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him the top of&lt;br /&gt;several pages, that it indeed says.... "HEBREWS" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Send this to every smart female you know and to the men that know their place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;to all male species... PEACE! :P ... Love you Hon!&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;sabay kabig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111310408821755559?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111310408821755559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111310408821755559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111310408821755559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111310408821755559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-try-to-outsmart-woman.html' title='Never try to outsmart a woman!'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111309099300421384</id><published>2005-04-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:56:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now officially brain dead. I am mechanically going to work, not thinking of anything except for the time since I might be late but that's it. I am walking in a daze... more like sleepwalking. My throat hurts like hell. like eating all the fishbones of a bangus. It's so hard to swallow even if you're just drinking water. my eyes and head hurt from tryng to wake up. I have to go see a doctor. "Hon kita tayo mamya ha!" huhuhu... I freakin' miss him... buti na lang my excuse to meet up with him... "samahan mo ko. Kaw na mamili ng sususutin ko sa graduation mo..." wahahahaha! I don't have to twist his arm for that. He'll gladly oblige.. "yes master"... waaa da faaa??? I need to eat... jolibee... is that you??? chicken... spaghetti.... hmmmm.... freak... I have to cut the ice on my tea... what the hell am doing? going on break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111309099300421384?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111309099300421384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111309099300421384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111309099300421384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111309099300421384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-now-officially-brain-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111301881341354858</id><published>2005-04-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:53:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again</title><content type='html'>Why Me? Why does it have to be ME???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived almost 4 and a half hours ago at work and just found out that I will be taking calls... for the rest of my life! (exagge!) Huhuhu... you see, I DREAD taking calls.. I can take chats and emails but NOT CALLS!!! Here we go again... with the headache, to the migranes, to the sleepless nights, to the irateness, to the irritable beings... whatever!!! I HATE taking calls! I have to be stuck in front of a computer, waiting for a call to come in when I could be just staring at the monitor waiting for a blinking signal or "take chat" crap... you see.. I work at a call center but there is such a thing called "dedicated email" or "dedicated chat". I was one of the "chatters" before but unfortunately became one of the voice agents which I totalt dislike since I came from a voice account. Ok, so i'm boring you with my rants, what can I do?? This helps as my therapy. Not that I need one but this is all I can do at the moment.. rant!!! Oh boy... my hon's ears will surely swell again from my ever so often ranting. I have to meditate for a while... one moment please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111301881341354858?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111301881341354858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111301881341354858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111301881341354858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111301881341354858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-i-go-again_09.html' title='Here I go again'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111249760583771740</id><published>2005-04-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:58:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSYCHO TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#FF69B4;"&gt;Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It is as it reads. No one I know has gotten it right (including me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;Question:A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she believed him to be just that! She fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;What is her motive in killing her sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;Give this some thought before you answer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color::#9400D3;"&gt;post your answers on my blog and I'll leave a tag for the answer... enjoy and I hope you're not a PSYCHO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111249760583771740?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111249760583771740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111249760583771740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111249760583771740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111249760583771740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/psycho-test.html' title='PSYCHO TEST'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111251489369936162</id><published>2005-04-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:54:53.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is funny!</title><content type='html'>Your Danielle! You are a very nice, sweet, caring&lt;br&gt;person. But that can sometimes get to sugary&lt;br&gt;sweet. You are great to open up to, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but at some&lt;br&gt;points you need to grow up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not all promises&lt;br&gt;can be kept, and not all secrets are kept&lt;br&gt;secrets. You need to make room for all of the&lt;br&gt;people in your life, no matter how hard that&lt;br&gt;sounds. Just remember, if you spend time with&lt;br&gt;everybody, nobody gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Yell2yell20/quizzes/Who%20in%20my%20group%20of%20friends%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;Who in my group of friends are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111251489369936162?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111251489369936162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111251489369936162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111251489369936162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111251489369936162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-this-is-funny.html' title='Now this is funny!'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111240423381852687</id><published>2005-04-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:30:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics...politics...politics...</title><content type='html'>My hon told me to meet him at Greenhills (I know, I know... again) since he went to Cardinal Santos hosp. to apply for internship.(he's a graduating med. student in UST this April... yipeeee!!!) I got there earlier since he thought that I would be a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" late since I got off from work. Anyway, I was trying to fit this cutie top and had to buy it since, what the hell, it's on sale! As you know by now, I'm a super sucker for sale items. After that, I asked him to sit somewhere and decided to eat at Cinnabon. We tried the cinnamon sticks (I think) and their mocca something. It wasn't bad but not close to Starbucks... naks! I was like eating air since the sticks were made out of twisted croissant with cinnamon and sugar. I now miss Auntie Anns sugar cinnamon pretzel... yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he got a call from his "brod" and that they have an "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;emergency meeting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Apparently, their soon to be inducted "president" didn't pass a "module" (I think it's a subject). They had to move fast since their induction ball is... whaddau know... TONIGHT!!! so we just went around GH for about an hour and ate our dinner and off we went to their frat house. They started around 9pm I think. Now here's the thing. According to their "constitution", they would not be able to induct their president, let alone any officer, who would not be able to pass even 1 subject (ang lufeeet!!!) for that school year. But this was also based on the "studentbody council" regarding any organization who will be selecting officers. Now, their decision, they had to reassign the vice president as president (successions) and so on. The problem is, an elder (or an alumnus) did not agree to that and said that he would file an emergency amendment. Now this is where it all started. The induction ball is tonight. When will he file the amendment? Today? When will they decide if the amendment is possible? Tonight? So what about the induction ball? They can't move it, that's for sure. They made the decision and it is final. Besides, the people in the meeting were the people who will also decide whether to agree to the amendment or not. "It was stated in ther constitution." Actually, the reason why the elder was going to pass the amendment was because he feels that the "hight court" ( the people who made the decision-yes, my hon is one of them) is ganging up on the suppossed to be inducted president. It's because the members of the high court did not vote for this incoming president. I pity them, they get misjudged because of a law. But they were not the issue here. As one of them said, "di naman ako yung bumagsak e!" Rules are rules. Not to be bent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hon was the appointed bearer of bad news to this elder and was bad mouthed (mga P.I. nyo!) crap. They were trying to contact the supposed to be incoming president but he could not be reached. Since they have reached a decision, they just have to put it in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I could barely stay awake.  My nose was stuffed with smoke from their cigarettes, my eyes were red with heat, smoke and tiredness. My stomach was ready to grumble any minute and my head was throbbing because of the headache. I texted my hon and told him that we have to go since I can't stand it anymore. He said in a little while. Crap. How long do I have to endure this? At last, we bade goodbye to his brods. On our way home, I just fell asleep on his shoulder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the incoming president, who I am not sure is ready since he was planning on other things as a vice president, I pity the "supposed to be president", who was not able to pull his grades up to keep his position. I pity the high court since they have to decide fast and was judged because they were doing what was "right" and just. I pity my hon sice he was the bearer of bad news and that he had to be shouted at and maintain his composure out of respect for the freakin' old guy (this part I must say, I disagree since they know that he was going to speak with an elder, even if he was a member of the high court!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics, in whatever form, is just dirrrrty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111240423381852687?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111240423381852687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111240423381852687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111240423381852687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111240423381852687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/04/politicspoliticspolitics.html' title='Politics...politics...politics...'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111216979302172110</id><published>2005-03-30T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:01:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just found out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#FF69B4;"&gt;Just found out that most of my friends at my previous account were all being transferred to different accounts. Actually, i sort of miss the feeling that I will be seeing my "chickas" and chat like there is no tomorrow. Though my "mates" here in my new account ( ha! i've been here for 5 months, seems like it's not that new after all :P )  are geat as well, I kinda miss my "old buddies". Saw 2 of them the other week and it was so funny coz they have long hair as compared to the last time I was them. (carreer!) I then saw my other friend this week and she freakin' lost weight! damn! How I wish I have the same determination like hers! Imagine not eating meat: beef and pork oily foods. She just eats veggies and chicken. Take note: NO CHICKEN SKIN!!! Crap, if I was THAT determined, I'd be as skinny as hell! Well, not that i like that. It's just nice that I know I woudl fit in dess sizes that actually match my height. Take note. I'm not that fat but I have a BIG TUMMY! Hon was asking why the heck  I'm so obsessed with my "figure". When I was just a "batang paslit" playing patintero and piko with my neighbors, I was always teased that I look like I have TB. It was cool though since I wasn't limited to eating. I stuff myself with sweets, meat, bread and MEGA RICE! My mom even told me I at like a construction worker. Now my problem is I have to get rid of my tummy AND change my eating habits. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF69B4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF69B4;"&gt;As for my friendly friends, hope we can meet up soon. Take Care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111216979302172110?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111216979302172110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111216979302172110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111216979302172110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111216979302172110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-found-out.html' title='Just found out...'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111206377558268959</id><published>2005-03-29T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:26:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#F08080;"&gt;How come everyday that I wake up i still fee the need to sleep??? like this morning, imagine 7 hours of sleep then I almost woke up very late for work?! aaaah!!! it's like my brain wants to get up and take a bath but my body just lays flat on my bed. Thought going to work today does not seem too bad. It's just that I have to get up early and take the wretched MRT. I want to go to the beach... I want to go shopping... I want to see hon... I want to go home... I want to go to Thailand...I want! I want! I want! Oh well.... what the heck... These are the things in life that make a person restless and unsatisfied with life. But sometimes, our wants would make us a better person as well. We tend to strive hard so that we may reach our achievements. I just wish that these people would have the decency not to over do it. oh well.... swooosh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111206377558268959?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111206377558268959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111206377558268959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111206377558268959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111206377558268959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/03/hay.html' title='Hay...'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111197542493433983</id><published>2005-03-28T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:57:41.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S ALIVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wahahaa!!! It's alive! I would like to thank my "idol" for inspiring me in pursuing a career in posting Blogs... shout out to Eira! I just hope I won't bore myself and whoever will be reading my posts to death since I'm such a normal abnormal person. I tend to blend in the crowd ya' know.  Actually, I don't know what got into me and why I'm merrily typing away now since I have NO IDEA what I'm doing or what I'm supposed to do with here. Guess like other people here, I just want to voice out what I feel and think. Sounds corny? Then WHAT THE H%$L ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?! :P to those who wish to make a comment or suggestion, be my guest. But to those who are not supposed to stick their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nosy noses, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;better mind your own business and pester other "bloggers"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:P Hope all of you have a nice time! Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111197542493433983?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111197542493433983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111197542493433983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111197542493433983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111197542493433983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-alive.html' title='IT&quot;S ALIVE!!!!'/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739197.post-111199380816364001</id><published>2005-03-27T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:10:08.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so ishleefy... I'll just tell you what happened to me yesterday since this is a crappy day for me... Went to Greenhills yesterday with my&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hunny bun&lt;/span&gt;. He called me and asked me to go on undertime from work just to go to GH! (hmmm.. desperate! hehe). I told him that I can't since there are not enough manpower (naks! parang factory worker!) I told him to meet me at Galle and to be there at 4:30 p.m. PRONTO! Hehehe... of course I got there 10 minutes late. :P When I saw him, he just told me that he was just "kidding" and that he "didn't intend to go there" and was just "checking if I'll take the bait" But of course I will! Thats :S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G!!!" even thought pay days is like a million lightyears away, (3 days to be exact), I just couldn't let this chance pass by... as if it's hard to go there :P well.. it was kind of lame since I was only able to buy a blouse : pink with girlie ruffles :) and shoes (since I was wearing heeled shoes and it's a must NOT to wear them when on a shopping spree! oh, well... atleast I was with my hunny :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739197-111199380816364001?l=ivygurlalush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/feeds/111199380816364001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739197&amp;postID=111199380816364001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111199380816364001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739197/posts/default/111199380816364001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivygurlalush.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-so-ishleefy.html' title=''/><author><name>ivygurlalush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095682190944885698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/ivygurlalush/Ivy11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
