<?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-6496077525581269979</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:54:44.663-08:00</updated><category term='ice cream shakes'/><category term='carbonara'/><category term='forget'/><category term='kopi luwak'/><category term='babies'/><category term='love letter'/><category term='Megan'/><category term='fagioli'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='marina tuna'/><category term='syatong'/><category term='sleepover'/><category term='PSP'/><category term='mamma mia'/><category term='Blue Post'/><category term='shakey&apos;s'/><category term='chato'/><category term='gary valenciano'/><category term='merco'/><category term='kebab'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='vampire'/><category term='sprite'/><category term='spare ribs'/><category term='Mandarin Tea Garden'/><category term='hancock'/><category term='Davao'/><category term='noong araw'/><category term='Bigby&apos;s'/><category term='bella swan'/><category term='Kangaroo Coffee Company'/><category term='grand slam pizza'/><category term='stranded'/><category term='Wind and Fire'/><category term='Sausage Pop N&apos; Dip'/><category term='cafe med'/><category term='alamid'/><category term='gerry&apos;s grill'/><category term='camaron rebosado'/><category term='forgive'/><category term='opera'/><category term='red moon'/><category term='new moon'/><category term='light repast'/><category term='edward cullen'/><category term='reading'/><category term='shaun t'/><category term='penguins'/><category term='Pizza Hut'/><category term='will smith'/><category term='dimsum'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='beethoven'/><category term='Abba'/><category term='pia&apos;s masterpiece'/><category term='hip hop abs'/><category term='civet coffee'/><category term='tata benito&apos;s'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='Mitch Albom'/><category term='chimes'/><category term='book'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='Christopher Ribs'/><category term='For One More Day'/><category term='Heath Ledger'/><category term='parents'/><category term='nightout'/><category term='thank you girls'/><category term='rice toppings'/><category term='Lyra'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='jacob black'/><category term='rainbow brite'/><category term='shatong'/><category term='cinnamon'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Anniepie'/><category term='pia'/><category term='DigitalFilipino'/><category term='Eddy&apos;s Grill Staition'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='confession'/><category term='Paul Potts'/><category term='cafe'/><category term='immortal beloved'/><category term='bloggers eyeball'/><category term='Janette Toral'/><title type='text'>Claire Bear's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2057519113958128499</id><published>2009-05-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:31:06.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella swan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacob black'/><title type='text'>New Moon Promotional Posters!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Promotional posters for New Moon which is initially set to be shown on November 20, 2009, has just been been released! And they are all so breathe-takingly beautiful!!! Can't wait to get my hands on them!!! Most of all, can't wait for November to come.....can't wait to see the movie. Until then, my heart would stop beating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharing the beautiful posters I got from the www. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336274013531245906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/Sg5A8UitjVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QJrh9Lwq2CI/s400/new+moon+edward.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336274019432824482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/Sg5A8qhwfqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/id_vvJRYxNA/s400/new_moon_poster_bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336274016836336098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/Sg5A8g2tOeI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CBXVBuopnow/s400/jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2057519113958128499?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2057519113958128499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2057519113958128499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2057519113958128499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2057519113958128499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon-promotional-posters.html' title='New Moon Promotional Posters!!!'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/Sg5A8UitjVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QJrh9Lwq2CI/s72-c/new+moon+edward.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1965499065454959818</id><published>2009-02-25T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:53:44.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>And Heath Ledger wins Oscars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SavIkoWzg5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/2F9BLzdHoA8/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308557117420176274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SavIkoWzg5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/2F9BLzdHoA8/s200/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the 81st Academy Awards, the late Heath Ledger left a legacy of unforgettable, riveting performance in his last film, the Dark Knight on which he played the clown-colored face, the Joker. He was hailed Best Supporting Actor for his performance. On his behalf, his family received the award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heath Ledger is indeed a great actor. One of my favorites. And what a shame he left the film industry too early. At least, his craft is proven great with this award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1965499065454959818?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1965499065454959818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1965499065454959818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1965499065454959818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1965499065454959818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-heath-ledger-wins-oscars.html' title='And Heath Ledger wins Oscars...'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SavIkoWzg5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/2F9BLzdHoA8/s72-c/joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-5810678839146983210</id><published>2008-12-11T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:47:14.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bigby&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>And then I turned 30, happy 30!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SUHPjTlynwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/h5ElH28tFIs/s1600-h/DSC07757+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278728443716083458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SUHPjTlynwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/h5ElH28tFIs/s320/DSC07757+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night, I dined out with my girls Aileen, Rey and Paula at Bigby's Cafe to celebrate mine and Rey's December birthdays. It was fun! Bigby's gave us chocolatey treats (picture above) and sang happy birthday for us. It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, their food came in huge servings, there were actually leftovers of our Food Trip Platter, Belly Buster and Chix Ahoy. And I thought we were giant eaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great + super fun company = another unforgettable night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-5810678839146983210?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5810678839146983210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=5810678839146983210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5810678839146983210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5810678839146983210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-i-turned-30-happy-30.html' title='And then I turned 30, happy 30!!!'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SUHPjTlynwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/h5ElH28tFIs/s72-c/DSC07757+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2760809379256863783</id><published>2008-11-26T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:53:06.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Twilight...A Must For My Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SS38k3FYbcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mWqMZzhDZGs/s1600-h/twilight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273148448912731586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SS38k3FYbcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mWqMZzhDZGs/s320/twilight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've heard a lot of fuss about the book but I never really had the chance to grab a copy and so I just waited anxiously for the film and yesterday was the day it hit the big screen. Already made plans with workmates weeks ago that we watch it on the first day of screening. Right after the clock struck 5:30, we cleaned our desks and headed straight to the mall, ate dinner and then bought tickets for the 7:30PM screening. We arrived at the cinema at 7PM and there was already a long line of excited viewers. I guess many shared our excitement cause when we entered the cinema, no seats were available anymore aside from the first row seats, so without any other choice, we placed ourselves there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then the movie begins....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wait was all worth it!!! I fell so in love with the film, I fell so in love with the characters. It is a MUST SEE so you better do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among my favorite lines in the movie which left me dreamy are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I do not have the strength to stay away from you anymore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'm only afraid of losing you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We can't be apart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Edward: "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bella: "What a stupid lamb."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Edward: "What a masochistic lion."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my readers, go and buy yourself a ticket. Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2760809379256863783?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2760809379256863783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2760809379256863783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2760809379256863783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2760809379256863783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilighta-must-for-my-collection.html' title='Twilight...A Must For My Collection'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SS38k3FYbcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mWqMZzhDZGs/s72-c/twilight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-5951014055196898550</id><published>2008-10-19T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:47:34.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DigitalFilipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janette Toral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers eyeball'/><title type='text'>Bloggers' Eyeball</title><content type='html'>To all Mindanao-Davao bloggers out there, check this out. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.e-commercephilippines.com/"&gt;DigitalFilipino.com Club&lt;/a&gt; is organizing a fellowship/networking event where e-commerce industry players and bloggers can catch up and exchange updates. This will be on October 21, Tuesday, 6 to 11 pm at the Pantawan Hall, Grand Regal Hotel, Lanang, Davao City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is sponsored by our club member &lt;a href="http://pagcor.ph/davao/davao.php"&gt;PAGCOR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - 7:00 Registration and Dinner&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 7:30 Guest introduction / plugs Welcome Remarks - PAGCOR Branch Manager Arthur Malatag&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - 8:00 Updates by Janette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalfilipinowebawards.blogspot.com/"&gt;DigitalFilipino Web Awards 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-commercephilippines.com/"&gt;DigitalFilipino.com Club Updates&lt;/a&gt; (online workshop and other efforts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ratified.org/"&gt;Ratified.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ratified.org/blog/philippines-top-100-blogs-for-2008/"&gt;Philippines Top 100 Blogs 2008&lt;/a&gt; (blogs that had big moves in 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 8:30 - &lt;a href="http://www.pagcor.ph/"&gt;PAGCOR&lt;/a&gt; Updates by President and COO Rafael "Butch" A. Francisco&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - onwards - Raffle, Networking, Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers are welcome to attend this event for FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To register, you can either go to &lt;a href="http://davaobloggers.com/"&gt;Davao Bloggers Haven&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://digitalfilipinoclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/october-21-digitalfilipinocom-club-and.html"&gt;DigitalFilipino.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-5951014055196898550?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5951014055196898550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=5951014055196898550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5951014055196898550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5951014055196898550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/bloggers-eyeball.html' title='Bloggers&apos; Eyeball'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-7711222483023953237</id><published>2008-09-19T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T03:38:59.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For One More Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch Albom'/><title type='text'>For One More Day by Mitch Albom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNN-fM3VqSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/L-PHH7bxI8U/s1600-h/For_One_More_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247677065311136034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNN-fM3VqSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/L-PHH7bxI8U/s320/For_One_More_Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have this friend from the States who kept on telling me to read this Best Seller book for some time now but I never got to buy the book. And then, in one episode of Oprah, it was featured and of course the author himself was there, Mitch Albom. The book was made into a movie already and some parts of it were also shown in the show. It was that Oprah episode that pushed me to buy the book right away the next day. Luckily, the bookstore was on a one-month sale so I got it for a cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been a bookworm just like my mom. She has this wide collection of pocketbooks which she started collecting at Grade 5 and she has like hundreds of it, she actually had a pocketbook library in our old house. I can still remember when I was still in high school, we'd race reading her books and that's when I totally ruined my eyesight. Sigh.. When I got married, she gave all of her books to me, but unlike before, I haven't had the time to read any of them anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing that someone led me back to reading, my friend Reverie and Oprah. Reverie wanted me to read this book as I already lost my mom 3 years ago and according to her, this book is all about losing your mom and how you can give just about anything just to have one more day with her. I read and finished the book in 4 hours and I was glad I bought it. The story wasn't actually relatable to my relationship with my mom but it was moving and I would recommend it to those who haven't lost their moms yet so you could change whatever bad relationship you may have with her, before the time comes that you lose her forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book inspired and taught me though on how to become a better and more loving mom to my child. I have realized as well that I have yet to experience more challenges in raising my kid that I should handle with much care so she may become a brilliant individual. One wrong move and it could damage her forever. Motherhood is such a beautiful thing but it is never easy. Nevertheless, nothing could ever defeat or weaken a mother's love. And that's what this book is all about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Never tell a child that something is hard...and never, NEVER, this child!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- This is my favorite line in the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-7711222483023953237?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7711222483023953237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=7711222483023953237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7711222483023953237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7711222483023953237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-one-more-day-by-mitch-albom.html' title='For One More Day by Mitch Albom'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNN-fM3VqSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/L-PHH7bxI8U/s72-c/For_One_More_Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1209208516799538079</id><published>2008-09-17T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:12:15.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniepie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><title type='text'>Anniepie: Your Cinnamon Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNEOGQiT_OI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pwjaTD1u8_8/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246990541544226018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNEOGQiT_OI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pwjaTD1u8_8/s200/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Che and I had lunch together again today. She wanted to buy cinnamon for Gian at Anniepie and since it's located in Ecoland, we decided to eat at the newly opened kabab resto which is also nearby, the Khash Persian Kabab. By the way, Khash Persian Kabab is the old kabab diner fronting Ateneo's Jacinto gate. They already transferred at Ecoland Drive at a bigger place, near the PhilHealth office. As usual, we ordered our favorite beef kabab with extra cheese of course. Lunch was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch, we passed by Annipie, which is just a tiny foodshop along Quimpo Boulevard, just beside Ecoland Terminal. It is my first time to be purchasing their cinnamon which, according to Che, in taste, can be equalled with the famous Cinnabon, much more cheaper though. Upon entry, you can already see this huge poster where all their uniquely flavored cinnamons are showcased. Just by looking at the pictures, you'd be left mouth-watering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNEOswQgFrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RNOT0N6siks/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991202894485170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNEOswQgFrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RNOT0N6siks/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ordered 1 niners box, 5 of the Caramel Crunch and 4 of the Choco Mocha. Each bun costs Php 27.00 so a niners box totals to Php 243.00. Their packaging is also nice. They would also give you a cup of syrup which you can drizzle on your cinnamon buns before pytting them in the microwave. You can definitely make a loved-one happy if you'd bring them some of these sinfully delicious buns which also smell really, really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the office, I ate one and chose the Caramel Crunch. I gave the rest to my officemates. I drizzled lots of the syrup on top and put it in the microwave. The first bite confirmed how truly delicious it was. Super! The caramel wasn't too sweet, it was just right. And the bun was really soft, warning though, you shouldn't put it in the microwave for a long time cause it might turn hard. Maybe for just a minute or two and should be in really low heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My frist Anniepie Cinnamon experience was satisfying.  Another favorite in the making. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1209208516799538079?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1209208516799538079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1209208516799538079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1209208516799538079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1209208516799538079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/anniepie-your-cinnamon-destination.html' title='Anniepie: Your Cinnamon Destination'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNEOGQiT_OI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pwjaTD1u8_8/s72-c/DSC00218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6416280956104694418</id><published>2008-09-17T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:47:23.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Ribs'/><title type='text'>Blue Post and Christopher Ribs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNDRfWTMrPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_6slrZmtJtE/s1600-h/Blue+Post+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246923902378880242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNDRfWTMrPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_6slrZmtJtE/s320/Blue+Post+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, Che dropped me a yahoo message and asked if I could accompany her for lunch as she was crying and had to go out their office to calm down. She fetched me from our office and decided where to dine. We spent quite some time to decide and then she remembered our favorite lunch date meal before, when we were still working together. Then, every payday, we'd treat ourselves to a descent meal and we always go to Blue Post Lanang and eat our very favorite Christopher Ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christopher Ribs is one of Blue Post's value but worth it meals. It's a very tender, grilled pork spare ribs with a very delicious BBQ sauce. It already has a big serving of rice and achara as side dish. A very delicious soup is also served with it as starter. All for only Php 100.00 only and it's very well plated, if I may add. The serving is more than enough to make anyone on a diet vomit after eating. As for me, whose diet is always forgotten, I always enjoy eating this meal without feeling any guilt after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aside from the yummy Christopher Ribs, I like so much as well the ambiance of the resto as it never is too crowded especially during lunch time and the dim lights makes it even more appealing to me. Can't wait for my next Christopher Ribs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6416280956104694418?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6416280956104694418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6416280956104694418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6416280956104694418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6416280956104694418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/blue-post-and-christopher-ribs.html' title='Blue Post and Christopher Ribs'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNDRfWTMrPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_6slrZmtJtE/s72-c/Blue+Post+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-149648060387915922</id><published>2008-09-16T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:05:51.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davao'/><title type='text'>Davao: Philippine's 3rd Most Progressive and Elite City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNBlzVyuG2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/GM8KkHq22Us/s1600-h/DSC07337+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246805498584243042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNBlzVyuG2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/GM8KkHq22Us/s320/DSC07337+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am just proud to be a Dabawenyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Monday, I watched The Beat at Q TV and they were featuring the most progressive and elite cities of the country but in that episode, they were only featuring those cities on their side of the country. They based their episode on the latest result of the Philippine Cities Competitiveness Ranking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And according to the list, Davao was hailed the 3rd most progressive and elite city in the country. Bacolod grabbed the first spot while Makati is on the second. I just can't help but feel proud for Davao, feel proud for Dabawenyos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mabuhay and Davao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-149648060387915922?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/149648060387915922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=149648060387915922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/149648060387915922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/149648060387915922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/davao-philippines-3rd-most-progressive.html' title='Davao: Philippine&apos;s 3rd Most Progressive and Elite City'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SNBlzVyuG2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/GM8KkHq22Us/s72-c/DSC07337+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-7974068864813946613</id><published>2008-09-14T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:31:13.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sausage Pop N&apos; Dip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza Hut'/><title type='text'>Pizza Hut Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM2rp2mYiLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6Q6UhfOyu6U/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246037876475988146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM2rp2mYiLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6Q6UhfOyu6U/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pia and I are just crazy with pizza especially when it's from Pizza Hut. Then, we always order the Meat Lovers pizza with sausage in the edge but now, our favorite is their newest Sausage Pop N' Dip. I just enjoy eat&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM2sBKZHRhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/TQlhN9VYsOQ/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246038276926031378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM2sBKZHRhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/TQlhN9VYsOQ/s200/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing the pops with the sausage in it and the garlic sprinkles makes it even more scrumptious because of the very appetizing smell. Plus, the cheese dip makes it even more enjoyable to eat. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the pizza flavor, we're now addicted to Bacon Cheeseburger cause it's both cheesy and meaty. Just how we love our pizza. Now, the best part is since Pia doesn't like the pops so much, she'd rather eat the pizza, I get to have more of the pops. ^_^ Aside from the pizza, Pia also love their mango smoothie and I love their super tender, spicy buffalo wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246038521760469714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM2sPaeMUtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/k3wzgNujQN4/s200/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Pizza Hut has always been pricey but every dining experience there is always worth our every buck. And may I just add that their service is really excellent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-7974068864813946613?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7974068864813946613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=7974068864813946613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7974068864813946613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7974068864813946613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/pizza-hut-crazy.html' title='Pizza Hut Crazy'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM2rp2mYiLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6Q6UhfOyu6U/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-9090056710581917568</id><published>2008-09-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:45:54.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimsum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandarin Tea Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice toppings'/><title type='text'>Mandarin Tea Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM0p9SYppJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mk4Km449f3g/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245895273840485522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM0p9SYppJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mk4Km449f3g/s200/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday night, after a trip to the grocery, Pia declared she's hungry already and that she wanted to eat her very favorite siomai. I thought any siomai will do so I held her hand and walked towards Chowking which was the nearest resto that time but she changed direction and kept on pulling me heading to Mandarin. I said to myself, "Oh okay, so Mandarin's siomai's her favorite." That I should take note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM0qirG-_YI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZcfvZOa2Hu0/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM0sRbzReWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Id1sb7o19lQ/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245897818988706146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM0sRbzReWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Id1sb7o19lQ/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a waitress attended to us, she immediately ordered 1 pork siomai and fried rice and surprisingly, she said she'd just have water. That's a first. She usually grabs the menu and just point to anything she thinks is delicious. That time, I didn't bother ask her why the change...buti na yon at nang makatipid. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered Curry Shrimp with Vegetables Rice and Humba Rice for Dennis. I usually order Crispy Spring Rolls and Buko Salad but I wasn't that much hungry at the time so I passed on it. I also usually order their Avocado Shake which is another favorite of mine but ordered Four Seasons instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandarin Tea Garden has always been one of our favorite dimsum-rice toppings resto. Their food is so tasty, fastly served, hot from the kitchen and cooked right where you could see their chefs do it. Another plus for Mandarin is their super hot sauce. We just love it! No Mandarin dining be complete without their hot sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True to just what I described, our orders came within just minutes, so we digged in right away. Pia was obviously enjoying her siomai and we were enjoying our orders as well. Another plus plus for Mandarin by the way is that their prices are quite cheap. For that dinner, we just paid a total of Php 266.00. Very tasty food for a very low price and that's all it takes to keep us coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-9090056710581917568?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9090056710581917568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=9090056710581917568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/9090056710581917568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/9090056710581917568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/mandarin-tea-garden.html' title='Mandarin Tea Garden'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SM0p9SYppJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mk4Km449f3g/s72-c/DSC00201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-3458946438299684870</id><published>2008-09-12T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:45:44.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witty Lines From My Little Girl</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, kids just say things unexpected from them and I've had a taste of these from my little girl, Sophia. She just utter words which are inappropriate for what she is trying to say and it just makes me laugh listening to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time when I was cooking and she was busily playing with her dolls in our living room. I caught her watching me, observing me in a way, but I didn't mind her that time. And then she told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pia: Mommy, sabi ni Teacher Fretzy, children should help in the household chores daw.         &lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, tomorrow, you wash our clothes ha. (kidding her)&lt;br /&gt;Pia: Okay, I'll help ate.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you wash them all by yourself. Di ba sabi mo sabi ni Teacher Fretzy, you should help.&lt;br /&gt;Pia: Oo nga, ang sabi nya, HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time also when I got home from work. She usually meets me at the door and give me a big kiss and hug. But that night, it was different, she excitedly opened the door for me and said, "Hello Stepmother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we were at Maa and she thought we were going to pass by GAP since she's familiar with the road already (something about her which I find amazing, she's really good with directions.) I assumed she was really hoping we'd pass it by cause after some waiting, she asked me "Mommy, bakit di pa natin nakita yong carabao na may tattoo?" (Kasi di ba ang carabao sa GAP may nakatatak na GAP sa bandang puwet? She thought it was a tattoo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, late night conversations with Pia are always the best. We'd talk just about anything. She'd ask me what my dreams are, I'd ask her what's hers. I talk to her like an adult and I always enjoy every conversation we have. One night, she was thinking really deep, and I asked her what's wrong and she just said, "Mommy, pwede bang palitan na natin bukas ang name ko? Pwede bang iba na naman? Pwede Cinderella?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of her funny lines. Innocent, senseless but sometimes, it also makes me think and say "oo nga naman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-3458946438299684870?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3458946438299684870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=3458946438299684870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3458946438299684870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3458946438299684870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/witty-lines-from-my-little-girl.html' title='Witty Lines From My Little Girl'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-916433896310053422</id><published>2008-09-11T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:19:48.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddy&apos;s Grill Staition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spare ribs'/><title type='text'>Eddy's Grill Station</title><content type='html'>Last night, on our way home, we passed by this grilling station along Vinzon St. in Obrero. It was the first time we saw it open since it only opens at 11 AM and we usually pass it by early mornings. And since we didn't know what food our helper prepared for dinner, we decided to try and buy some at the station. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMnet69IS-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/xcY2jMTmYLw/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244968121550785506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMnet69IS-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/xcY2jMTmYLw/s200/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just a small restaurant amidst houses and warehouses in a not so busy street of Obrero. However, when we went inside, there were actual diners having a peaceful meal and Tsinoys were also coming in. So I guess many know about this place. As we were checking their menu, I got a glimpse of their billboard which said that their house specialty is Honey Glazed Chicken and for only Php 150.00. And according to waiter Mory, whom I know from Rabio, the serving could feed a group of 3 already. So that's what we decided to ord&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMndgDuQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wv1n3NMxhEo/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244966783874555138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMndgDuQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wv1n3NMxhEo/s200/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er and added 2 orders of longanisa for Pia as she likes chorizos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they were grilling our orders, and they were grilling it fresh by the way which is a plus, I noticed that they have these lineup of pastries as well. Some cookies of all sorts were packed in 5s all worth Php 60.00 each. In their fridge were these beautifyfully-baked mini cupcakes of different sorts also. They had choco marble, banana muffins, huge macaroons, and more. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to memorize all their names. I didn't buy and try one though but this Tsinoy girl ordered a whole lot and while it was being boxed, she was picking one of each kind and ate them and she was obviously enjoying each bite so I guess they were delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244966955843193090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMndqEWyCQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/gsBblyDb2rw/s200/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grilling time didn't take much time as well, in less that 20 minutes, our orders were already neatly packed in foil with atsara as side dish to it. Now, after tasting the food, what I liked best about their spare ribs was that it was tender enough so you won't need to bite to the bone just so you could eat more of its meat. You can simply just your hands to release it from the ribs. It was also grilled just right, not overly done, not rare, just how I like it. But I would also have to say that the taste was not quite what I expected because it wasn't that "sarap to the bones" thing at all. But I guess, people have different preferences when it comes to their "inihaws."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the station opens from 11AM and only until 9PM. It's located Vinzon St. and nearing Dacudao Avenue. For reservations or orders, call them at #224-0388. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-916433896310053422?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/916433896310053422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=916433896310053422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/916433896310053422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/916433896310053422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/eddys-grill-station.html' title='Eddy&apos;s Grill Station'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMnet69IS-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/xcY2jMTmYLw/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1716207769358384859</id><published>2008-09-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:38:52.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Potts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>Paul Potts: The Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMiu1BTwQaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TWavvgspE4A/s1600-h/paul+potts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633991980532130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMiu1BTwQaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TWavvgspE4A/s200/paul+potts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was watching Without a Trace last night on C/S at RPN when one commercial caught my attention. I thought it was some testimony about a product but it was actually a feature on one of the great talents discovered in the show Britain's Got Talent. This man is a mobile phone seller and at first, I say this without any offense intended, I really thought that he was a"special child." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't have an idea what the ad was about so I was on my move to switch the channel, but on the next scene, he was already placing himself on the stage so I took a moment to see what he was about to do. The jurors, with Simon Powell in it, were asking first with some questions. Paul said he was going to sing the Opera, which is a difficult song I presumed, since one of the judges gave a questioning smile. And then Simon gave him a go to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song's intro was a bit long and he was just standing in front without any movement at all, I really thought he was about to faint due to nervousness. And then he sang.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had goosebumps all over me!!! Apparently, the Opera is a song for tenors and he sung it with so much brilliance. I was tearing up while listening to him, I just can't stop myself. It was really touching, even the audience were crying. One of the jurors also cried. His performance was unforgettable...unexpected. While listening to him, I can't help but stop breathing every time a high note is being hit, wondering if he'd nail it. And he nailed all of it. Until now, I'm still not over the feeling he brought on me last night. Imagine, he was just a phone seller and now, he's already touring the world for concerts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a taste of his performance by clicking on the link below: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxOytYLlhiQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxOytYLlhiQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxOytYLlhiQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1716207769358384859?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1716207769358384859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1716207769358384859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1716207769358384859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1716207769358384859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/paul-potts-unexpected.html' title='Paul Potts: The Unexpected'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMiu1BTwQaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TWavvgspE4A/s72-c/paul+potts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6688137451029269155</id><published>2008-09-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:46:58.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you girls'/><title type='text'>The Thank You Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMDdpzKT8pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/q7_sEyv4WTk/s1600-h/the-thank-you-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242433676437090962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMDdpzKT8pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/q7_sEyv4WTk/s320/the-thank-you-girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMDcJu6Hf0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/hJuZMr3g7kI/s1600-h/the-thank-you-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This morning, right after logging in my yahoo messenger, Paula was excitingly telling me to click the link of her YM status which directed me to a blog about a Davao-made Indie film titled "&lt;em&gt;The Thank You Girls."&lt;/em&gt; She said she saw the trailer that morning and it was hilarious and most importantly, 80% of the film was taken in Davao. I read the blog ang checked out the trailer and indeed, it'll be one heck of a laught trip and I just can't wait to watch the entire film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Thank You Girls&lt;/em&gt;, is a homosexuality-themed film, written and directed by Charliebebs Gohetia, that tells about gay beauty contestant veterans from Davao City who got tired of losing beauty competitions there. These queens of the backstage decide to travel to Cagayan de Oro City in hopes of conquering the grandest competition of beauty, personality and brains in the province. They are so confident that they will conquer the competition as they are city dwellers and that gays in the province will never stand a chance against them. Are they correct in assuming such or will they go home in tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie uses Bisaya/Cebuano as its primary language combined with variations of gay lingo but there are subtitles, of course. It also introduces very catchy and witty lines, in English and in local swardspeak. Take these lines as an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Question: Another question for you Ms. Adora Gracia. For you, define darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Well, that is a very enlightening question indeed. And if I were to define darkness, it’s sitting right beside me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"If God knows, God knows!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Ako and babaeng bawal hawakan dahil baka di mo na kayang bitawan. Ako ang babaeng inosente sa tingin pero hayop ang dating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This one's my personal favorite: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"I may never be a real woman, I may never be a real sister, I may never be a real mother but who knows, I may be your long lost father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Thank You Girls&lt;/em&gt; is Produced by Brooklyn Park Pictures in cooperation with Bicycle Picutres and Alchemy of Vision and Lights. For those who do not know, Alchemy of Vision and Lights is a Davao-based film and television production company who has done a lot of contribution already in promoting Davao through films. More and more of these works will boost even more Davao's economy and tourism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;According to sources, The Thank You Girls will have its premiere here in Davao on Monday, September 8 and the regular showing will be on Wednesday, September 10. For a teaser, just click on the link below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x64mfi_the-thank-you-girls-teaser_shortfilms"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x64mfi_the-thank-you-girls-teaser_shortfilms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6688137451029269155?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6688137451029269155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6688137451029269155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6688137451029269155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6688137451029269155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-girls.html' title='The Thank You Girls'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SMDdpzKT8pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/q7_sEyv4WTk/s72-c/the-thank-you-girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6068536479530624476</id><published>2008-09-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:02:26.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyra'/><title type='text'>Megan and Ala-Megan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL6tE8S5-2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/2V-d23mSXZM/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817316722342754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL6tE8S5-2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/2V-d23mSXZM/s400/megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now tell me if you agree with me....Don't they just look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could just bet that if I'm going to send this to a celeberity look-alike photo contest, I'd simply win. I can still remember when Lyra and I are still working together, I always tell her that whenever I see Megan Young on TV, she reminds me of her. And I'm pretty sure she likes it everytime I say that. ^_^ Anyway, tonight as I was checking out Lyra's avatar on yahoo, I searched for a picture of Megan as well, paste them together and thus this post. I simply wanted to share to my readers my thoughts on both ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I created a poll "Do Megan and Lyra Look Alike?" for this post so do not forget to vote before you leave my site. ^_^ Cheers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6068536479530624476?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6068536479530624476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6068536479530624476' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6068536479530624476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6068536479530624476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/megan-and-ala-megan.html' title='Megan and Ala-Megan'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL6tE8S5-2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/2V-d23mSXZM/s72-c/megan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6200665177442627279</id><published>2008-09-02T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:43:33.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Parade of Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than a year, too many babies were born whom I adore so much. Born from my friends and siblings, these cuddly babies are really close to my heart, like they are my own. Good thing since I have decided I won't be having one of my own anymore, at least they're here to satisfy my fancy on caring for babies as I really miss doing so. This is a parade of my loved and adored newborn babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sean Nathan Borja, turning 1 year old this November. He is my officemate's (Ben) first born son who often visits our office so I always get the chance to cuddle him. He recently went to our house cause according to his parents, he likes airplanes, and since we live nearby the airport runway, it was his chance to see a moving airplane real close. But the moment he arrived at our place, he drifted to sleep so when the first airplane took off, he missed his chance. No other planes flew after that. Next time I guess, baby Sean. You are always welcome to come to our house, no worries, you'll always have our laundry basket to play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681116022736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xNBJoiCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/URK_pP_9iIs/s200/sean.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is Janus Clark Guarino, my best friend Irene's first born son. Born last January 3, 2008 and I was his first visitor. Of course, I drove to Tagum just to see him. The last time I saw him though was during his baptism last February and now he's all grown up. Just knowing that he's growing healthy and obviously, a happy baby, is what's important to me though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681344833737634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xaVibU6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1iFAijkAC0o/s200/janus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Isabel Nichole Rochefort, my sister's second born and first baby girl. I haven't seen her ever since she was born last April as she lives in New York but seeing her pictures is more than enough. I just love my nieces and nephew. I just can't wait to see you baby Isabel. I simply adore her big eyes. Love you, love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681351812043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xaviL03I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xpwzBW6nXWs/s200/isabel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Jessica Nichole Calcena, my good friend Ate Doris' first born baby girl (ambot lang pud kaha kon modungag pa sya isa). Born last June, she's turning to be a very healthy, chubby 3 month old. We had lunch today and according to her mom, it was a wonder that she's awake because she usually sleeps during daytime. While we were enjoying our lunch, she was enjoying her moment at the couch as well. I can't get enough of her dimple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681351335815298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xatwpKII/AAAAAAAAAZs/ljWJxh04vDk/s200/nikki.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Joaquin Hendrik Sebastian, another best friend's first born. He was born at Mount Alvernia, Singapore last June 20 and according to his dad, he will be a future rakista. Never got to see him as well but in due time, I will. Such a cutie baby with his really charming smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681353139198130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xa0emmLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jjWjYf8B1p0/s200/hendrik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally, my bro's second born, Cindy, who was just born 2 weeks ago. And since they live in Isulan so I still didn't have the chance to see and cuddle her. But then again, she'll grow up fast and then we could have our "lablab" moments already. I can't wait to see you baby Cindy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681357129547554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xbDV-fyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Q1duvB91PcM/s200/Cindy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6200665177442627279?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6200665177442627279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6200665177442627279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6200665177442627279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6200665177442627279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/parade-of-babies.html' title='Parade of Babies'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL4xNBJoiCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/URK_pP_9iIs/s72-c/sean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-5237960756226809718</id><published>2008-09-02T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:49:16.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kangaroo Coffee Company'/><title type='text'>Kangaroo Coffee Company</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with Ate Doris today at Kangaroo Coffee Company located at Tionko Avenue fronting Sunburst Chic&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0YTMYpjGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gsDX5miqunc/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241372259350318178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0YTMYpjGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gsDX5miqunc/s200/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ken. She was inviting me for how many times already to try this cafe since it's one of the newest here in Davao. Today was our chance, good thing she didn't have work because of USA's Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we headed straight to the cafe after she fetched me from the office. Luckily, it wasn't at all that crowdy and so we didn't have a hard time looking for a parking spot. The place ain't that big but my first impression was it was really clean but not scenty though. Since it was a self-service cafe (I never really liked self-service restos), we searched for something interesting to order in their wall menu. Now, my second impression would be, it's too pricey! Very expensive, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ordered Baked Penne, a creamy red sauced penne pasta with lots of c&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0YIdqwtRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2R6Nk_w5VBk/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241372075011126546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0YIdqwtRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2R6Nk_w5VBk/s200/DSC00187.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heese at Php 140.00 and a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0X2wCL98I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7R0bNYm19w4/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241371770703574978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0X2wCL98I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7R0bNYm19w4/s200/DSC00186.JPG" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slice of New York Cheese Cake at Pho 135. I had four seasons juice to go with it. All in all, my orders amounted to a total of Php 333. I enjoyed my pasta cause it was really cream&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0X3HhYBEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6PLoZ2Ctce0/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y, but I did not even finish 1/4 of my New York Cheese Cake. It was fluffy, airy and not so good-tasting. Oh well, I guess I'll have to try their other pastries if there's anything I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're interested to taste one of the most expensive coffee in the world, you might as well try their Kape Balos which is their Civet coffee (Kopi Luwak), the type coming from Alamid's poops. But then again, it's worth Php 300 a cup (eh kaya nga most expensive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241371526043526482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0Xogmr5VI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gbrT8dUgASE/s200/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-5237960756226809718?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5237960756226809718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=5237960756226809718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5237960756226809718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5237960756226809718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/kangaroo-coffee-company.html' title='Kangaroo Coffee Company'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SL0YTMYpjGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gsDX5miqunc/s72-c/DSC00183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2108172509429486733</id><published>2008-08-26T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:30:22.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind and Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><title type='text'>Earth, Wind and Fire Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SLO-YuJ6OUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CDrqIUe4370/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238740123477752130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SLO-YuJ6OUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CDrqIUe4370/s200/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August 23, 2007 at the SM Parking Lot C, we sang and danced to the groove of Earth, Wind and Fire's timeless music. We sponsored the ticket validation system for the concert and so we got to watch it all for free. We served as validators for the night and right after everyone has entered, we transferred near the stage and enjoyed the music and danced with it for the rest of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of their famous songs are September, After the Love has Gone, Let's Groove and Boogie Wonderland. All were sung in the concert. The crowd was enjoying their music and lots of oldies yet groovies were there. I still had fun, despite the fact that it was really tiring validating tickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, after the concert, our boss treated us at MTS for some drinks and there, he let us try a very delicious dish which is named Dinakdakan. It was our first time to try it and we loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more pictures of the concert, visit my multiply site via http://luvtristan.multiply.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2108172509429486733?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2108172509429486733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2108172509429486733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2108172509429486733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2108172509429486733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/earth-wind-and-fire-experience.html' title='Earth, Wind and Fire Experience'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SLO-YuJ6OUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CDrqIUe4370/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-3222212242190937569</id><published>2008-08-18T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:20:36.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pia&apos;s masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Pia's Newest Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Sunday, we just stayed at home the whole day and did nothing but watch TV and eat. Maybe due to boredom, Pia busied herself with drawing. She just loves to draw and I'm actually happy with it cause I really didn't have the talent in drawing. But sometimes, it just irritates me when she mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKpjyvILk9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/HRvLAkCa1Bo/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236107240067011538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKpjyvILk9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/HRvLAkCa1Bo/s200/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;es a mess of our house with all her drawings. Inuubos nya double-sided adhesive tape namin just so she could post in our walls her drawings. Oh my! Still, whenever she makes new "masterpieces," as we call it, it still makes me really proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I was really amazed last Sunday at what she was able to come up with. She just took a clean bond paper from her school folder, got herself a sharp pencil and crayons and sat in her table. I was just observing her because I noticed that she was sitting there for over 5 minutes already and she still has a blank sheet. And she was thinking really deep, both hands on her forehead and so I asked what's wrong and she stubbornly replied, "di ako makaisip nang i-drawing." Ehehehhee. But after a while, she started sketching already so I left her alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When she finished drawing, she showed it to me and this were what she came up with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236102770954642850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKpfumYwpaI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hILFUlnNtwU/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236102777084993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKpfu9OWX7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/7PwPPq-Atps/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was her age, I really could not come up with this. What amazes me more is that when she was drawing all these, she didn't have any magazine or books to copy from, she made it all by herself. I wonder where she got all these ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKpeb60RhHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/s5iUrJKi6xk/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-3222212242190937569?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3222212242190937569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=3222212242190937569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3222212242190937569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3222212242190937569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/pias-newest-masterpiece.html' title='Pia&apos;s Newest Masterpiece'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKpjyvILk9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/HRvLAkCa1Bo/s72-c/DSC00168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1916843669055416745</id><published>2008-08-16T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:29:12.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary valenciano'/><title type='text'>Gary's Music: Food for my Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235366396812039410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKfB_-7_lPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wg4-nr4Ogy4/s200/gary+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just turned on the TV to watch ASAP and I was just in time for Gary Valenciano's performance giving tribute to his 25 years in the industry. All these years, list&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKfCJWJjAeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7Blfi2bR5gI/s1600-h/gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235366557661725154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKfCJWJjAeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7Blfi2bR5gI/s200/gary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ening to Gary sing never fails to give me goosebumps. His music is indeed timeless and I just can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is releasing a new album, Rebirth, celebrating his 25th year which is a collection of great selections of his songs for the last two and a half decades. I just can't wait to get one! I love all his songs especially the movie theme songs and his spiritual songs. Aside from the really deep and touching messages of his songs, his voice and the ways he sings them completes the entirety of its moving effect on the listeners. It just leaves you dreamy and at times, in a state of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1916843669055416745?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1916843669055416745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1916843669055416745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1916843669055416745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1916843669055416745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/garys-music-food-for-my-soul.html' title='Gary&apos;s Music: Food for my Soul'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKfB_-7_lPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wg4-nr4Ogy4/s72-c/gary+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1572810579847024787</id><published>2008-08-14T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:51:41.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kebab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe med'/><title type='text'>Kebab Lunch @ Cafe Med</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKP-4dMz_zI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4hoMINI-cxA/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234307437799145266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKP-4dMz_zI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4hoMINI-cxA/s200/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Che, one of my best buds since college, scheduled a lunch date with me today at our favorite kebab diner infront of Ateneo College. Unfortunately, we've been dining there for years now and I still don't know the place's name.. :"&gt; We met around 12 and headed to Jacinto St., where the place is. To our dismay, they're no longer there! According to the nearby stalls, they already transferred to Ecoland. Such disappointment and to think we were really craving to eat their juicy kebabs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234307424161990866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKP-3qZdiNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/woWl3-49NAA/s200/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with no other choice, we thought of other options and since we were really in the mood to eat kebab, we remembered this huge billboard along Bolton bridge where a certain mediterranean resto showcased their kebabs. Good thing I remembered the name and location of the diner so we hurriedly drove to Chimes. It's both our first time to try Cafe Mediterranean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entry, I already liked the setup of the place, it was simple and cozy. They decorated colorful paintings in the walls and they had these lamps in the ceiling which aren't lit at that time though since it was mid-noon. I also like their dark-colored tables which looked really simple but eye-catching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234307428226176098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKP-35icFGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AOru_1iZLWw/s200/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, unnecessarily, 3 waitresses came to our table to take our orders. Eh? ^_^ At first look on their menu, my immediate impression was it's expensive but then we stayed to try what they have to offer. Che ordered grilled beef kebab with pita bread and I ordered the grilled chicken kebab with pita bread as well. We ordered the small sizes at Php117. I got shocked at how expensive their drinks were though, Che's iced tea is worth Php 79 and my mango juice (the typical mango juice) is worth Php 72. Whoa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the cooking was real fast. In less than 15 minutes, our orders were already served. I must say my chicken kebab was real tasty and I loved the hot sauce on it. I enjoyed my meal but I wasn't that satisfied and we were still hungry. And it lacked the cheese we usually put on our kebabs. They don't serve with their kebabs kasi. Maybe they should try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234307431859575026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKP-4HEtWPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oTi9_9jTm5Y/s200/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;To conclude my first visit at Cafe Med, nice place, tasty food but a little too expensive for their serving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1572810579847024787?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1572810579847024787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1572810579847024787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1572810579847024787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1572810579847024787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/kebab-lunch-cafe-med.html' title='Kebab Lunch @ Cafe Med'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SKP-4dMz_zI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4hoMINI-cxA/s72-c/DSC00162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-8660724251264534439</id><published>2008-08-10T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:59:58.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Part of the Day</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago exactly from today, Dennis and I exchanged marital vows by civil wedding in one of the courtrooms of the City Trial Court. We were actually on the tidying stage for the church wedding at that time, matter of fact, everything was all set...but then, we just decided to arrange a civil wedding one month before the Church rites because we believed it is equally as important as that of the Church. And without everyone's knowledge, except my mom's and Dennis' parents, we vowed in front of Hon. Jose Emmanuel Castillo that we be together forever as husband and wife. I can still remember that right after the rites, I cried heavily and hugged my mom so tight...I got really sad thinking I'd be leaving my mom already. Still, that day is one of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For seven years, Dennis proved to be the most loving, sweetest, most understanding husband to me and the greatest dad to my daughter. He never failed to put a smile on my face when I get pained or stressed even. He is always patient with my tantrums and "kamaldita." He willingly embraced the kind of life I wanted to live. He accepted me for who I am which really amazes me because Dennis and I are truly OPPOSITE from each other. He accepted everything about me, my family, my friends, my life's drama. When I get really hurt, he need not say anything to console me (he's never good with words anyhow, hehehe)...his tight hugs and long kisses are enough to assure me everything's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had crazy moments, teary moments, challenging moments...but there was never a tiring moment for us. Of course, married life is not always bed of roses, of course, we've had our share of fights but then again, it's when working things out no matter what true love is proven. They say it's when a couple reach their seventh year, when all challenges pour quite heavily. I'm crossing my fingers on this. We've spent our first seven years as happily and as sweet as we can and I wish that the next seven years and the years after that will be spent equally as happy and loving and sweet as the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all these, I am endlessly grateful to God that he gave me Dennis, my bestest best friend....who, after seven years, remains my favorite part of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-8660724251264534439?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8660724251264534439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=8660724251264534439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8660724251264534439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8660724251264534439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-part-of-day.html' title='My Favorite Part of the Day'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-4621582126271376052</id><published>2008-08-06T08:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:57:56.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP'/><title type='text'>My New Toy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnO5JzqjtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1lKbP3sd9ks/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439923448024786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnO5JzqjtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1lKbP3sd9ks/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be our 7th Civil Wedding Anniversary this August 10th and as his gift for me, though I'm not really into playing electronic games of any sort, he got a me brand new, deep red PSP today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got really excited when he told me throught text that he wouldn't be going to his supposed meeting tonight because he wanted to buy me a PSP. He was excited himself as well. For sure, he'll be playing the games more often than me. As for me, I'll be enjoying more the music I'll be loading in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The package we bought already included a 4 MB memory and a 10-N-1 super kit which already has a multimedia and multifunctional base, soft pouch, PSP2000 Gallus, car adoptor, data and charging cables, comfort buttons, screen protector, component cable (which can actually be used in our tv...yahoo), and earphones. The store filled my 4 MB with games and were nice enough to give me tips on how to manage files that I would like to load on my player. They even gave me sites where I could download converters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely enough, right after we left the store, Dennis was already playing God of War. Hehehe. See, he bought it for me so HE could play with it. Hehehe. What's more, when we got home, si Pia naman ang nakakita and grabbed it right away. The two of them played with it until it ran out of battery. At last, nahawakan ko na!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-4621582126271376052?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4621582126271376052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=4621582126271376052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4621582126271376052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4621582126271376052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy!!!'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnO5JzqjtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1lKbP3sd9ks/s72-c/DSC00146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6477923666811249463</id><published>2008-08-06T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:47:06.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwentong Hebi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnHV5UncUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mSIDMyabcHk/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431621146014018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnHV5UncUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mSIDMyabcHk/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May kwentong Hebi ka ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hebi is a really cheap junk food na sumikat ever since kabataan ko pa. It's made of prawns and then, it sells for only .50 cents. 'Til now, it's still selling in the market and I'm sure kids now also love it. On my recent grocery visit, I got myself a whole bag of Hebi and apparently, my Dennis shared the same craving for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, to proceed to my kwentong Hebi. This is another childhood story of mine. When I was still a grader and we were still living in Kapalong, I was really close to this girl neighbor of mine who is 3 years older than me. I call her Niknik. Their house is just beside ours so every day, I'd go to their house and play with her and her siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of their house is this mango tree which we really loved climbing. We would make it our "tambayan", both of us. And our most favorite thing to do while relaxing in the branches of the mango tree is to buy lots of Hebi, open all of it and pour all its content to a big cellophane and ate it like there's no tomorrow or like there'll be no more Hebi tomorrow. I miss Niknik and I sure miss that old mango tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6477923666811249463?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6477923666811249463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6477923666811249463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6477923666811249463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6477923666811249463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/kwentong-hebi.html' title='Kwentong Hebi'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnHV5UncUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mSIDMyabcHk/s72-c/DSC00142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-7862841981408284575</id><published>2008-08-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:29:43.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakey&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carbonara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand slam pizza'/><title type='text'>A Platter of Carbonara + An 18-Incher Pizza, All Only for 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week, I went to Sarangani for a client visit and stayed there for 4 days and 3 nights. On our last night, my boss decided to treat me and Aileen for dinner in GenSan. After thinking of several choices, we finally decided to dine at Shakey's Pizza (I guess bossing was in pizza mode that time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We weren't that much hungry at that time that is why I couldn't really remember how we came about with our orders. First, we agreed to order a platter of carbonara and as I continued checking out their menu, I got to this page where they were featuring a new Grand Slam Pizza, their 18-incher pizza with four flavors (Hawaiian, Ham, Bacon and Supreme...I'm not quite sure with the last one though.) The waitress recommended it so bossing ordered. She warned though that it'll take 45 minutes to cook the pizza. We didn't mind since the carbonara will be served first so we said okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She served the platter of carbonara first with its basket of garlic bread which is truly yummy, I must say. The platter was huge but amazingly, we finished it up to its last string of pasta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231426505033318306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnCsGUS_6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/zQXg0Hb5co4/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 45 minutes is quite a while, we just chatted while waiting. Later, the manager approached our table and placed a curved stand in the center. I assumed it was for the pizza but wondered what is it used for. And then the pizza came and that's when I understood the stand's purpose. It was super big!!! The size was truly unexpected. How in the world are we going to put this in our stomaches especially with the fact that we just ate a platter of carbonara?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231426499984282082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnCrzgg0eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Mwm_78P_IV0/s320/DSC07162+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was only able to eat 2 slices and I gave up. My tummy just couldn't take any more in. Aileen was giving up already also. Result, more than half of the pizza was boxed and brought home. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-7862841981408284575?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7862841981408284575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=7862841981408284575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7862841981408284575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7862841981408284575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/platter-of-carbonara-18-incher-pizza.html' title='A Platter of Carbonara + An 18-Incher Pizza, All Only for 3'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SJnCsGUS_6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/zQXg0Hb5co4/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1620283306692668853</id><published>2008-07-27T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:12.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaun t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop abs'/><title type='text'>Hip Hop ABS with Shaun T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIyFXoPbeDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IfSOXWm9N2I/s1600-h/shaun+t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227699908455921714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIyFXoPbeDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IfSOXWm9N2I/s400/shaun+t.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my first round of night time exercise with Pia dancing to the beat of Shaun T's Hip Hop Abs. It was totally fun! I never thought that exercise could be this fun. You see, I am very lazy when it comes to exercising which led to my so overweight body now. Like they say, regret is always in the end. But then, with Shaun T's Hip Hop Abs, I believe I can get my old body back. ^_^ (Sana lang di na ako tamarin uli.) I also hope Pia's enthusiasm in doing the exercise with me would get me going each night as I plan to do each 30-minute workout every single day. I'm crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who would like to get a daily dose of fun exercise and who are into dancing, this program of Shaun T is perfect for you. It's fun, exciting, totally effective for the abs (I really felt my abs contract after my first 1o minutes), and enjoyably danceable. Go and get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1620283306692668853?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1620283306692668853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1620283306692668853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1620283306692668853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1620283306692668853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/hip-hop-abs-with-shaun-t.html' title='Hip Hop ABS with Shaun T'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIyFXoPbeDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IfSOXWm9N2I/s72-c/shaun+t.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-5254370261686261113</id><published>2008-07-22T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:12.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camaron rebosado'/><title type='text'>My First Camaron Rebosado!!! Yahoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIaZwJ9vvHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xRL5vRL_vQU/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226033470197709938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIaZwJ9vvHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xRL5vRL_vQU/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love prawns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was craving to eat one of my favorite dish which is batter-coated prawns or more know as camaron rebosado. And then I remembered I have prawns in our fridge so I hurriedly searched the net for the camaron rebosado recipe and pleaded Dennis that we pass by the grocery store so I could purchase the rest of the ingredients which are almost all baking aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to cook and my biggest fan is my husband. Whatever I cook and serve on the table, maskin kabalo ko na walay lami, he would always say "Lamia Lab oy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this would be my first attempt in cooking camaron rebosado but the procedures are real easy so I didn't really have a hard time preparing it. And this time, I can now conclude that the best marinating ingredients for fried food are only salt, pepper, vetsin and calamansi juice. For just about 30 minutes only since the calamansi juice is real strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to me, my camaron rebosado looked like it came from the restaurant! ^_^ I so love myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-5254370261686261113?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5254370261686261113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=5254370261686261113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5254370261686261113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/5254370261686261113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-camaron-rebosado-yahoo.html' title='My First Camaron Rebosado!!! Yahoo!!!'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIaZwJ9vvHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xRL5vRL_vQU/s72-c/DSC00131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1050256400343688499</id><published>2008-07-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:12.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream shakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing Childhood Memories at Merco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ2PDZb0lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OgGxA0Gfr4U/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225361099894542930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ2PDZb0lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OgGxA0Gfr4U/s200/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, before heading home from our Sunday family day, we passed by the new Merco at Cabaguio Avenue. I invited Dennis to grab a bite first before going home since we haven't had our lunch yet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering, we noticed that they used a reefer van for this branch which they just fully painted in white so it looked really clean. And they installed these red lamps above the tables which looked very attractive against the white walls. It was a tiny diner but several families were coming in and out so I guess, Merco is a part of their lives just like it has been with mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ10BebdnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hF_dEEwYYaQ/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225360635522152050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ10BebdnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hF_dEEwYYaQ/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a kid, I could still remember that my parents would bring me and my siblings here every chance they get to treat us with pizza and ice cream. Then, feeling super rich na kami when we dine at Merco. It has been one of Davao's best for many decades now and even until present, it has never ceased to satisfy Davaoenos. Many still comes back for more of their pizza, ice cream shakes, sandwiches and lots more. What I love most here though and I don't think I'd stop&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ2D_sIwVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/37nSFG75Nzk/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225360909920682322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ2D_sIwVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/37nSFG75Nzk/s200/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loving it, is their German Hotdog which, despite the fact that it's so simply prepared, but is so juicy and tasty. And I love it best with their tomato catsup on it (dunno what brand it is though.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, after enjoying our family-sized Four Seasons Pizza, German Hotdog, and Strawberry and Mango Ice Cream Shakes, I shared to Dennis and Pia my childhood memories of this place and how it became part of my family. And now, I'd still like it to be part of ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1050256400343688499?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1050256400343688499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1050256400343688499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1050256400343688499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1050256400343688499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/reminiscing-childhood-memories-at-merco.html' title='Reminiscing Childhood Memories at Merco'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQ2PDZb0lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OgGxA0Gfr4U/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1185535108937759805</id><published>2008-07-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:13.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><title type='text'>Sleepers Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQoUghmDtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1i0jiUVPcuA/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225345800449953490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQoUghmDtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1i0jiUVPcuA/s400/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We, me and my girlfriends Aileen, Lyzel and Fojie, have so long planned that they sleep over at my house and we'd do a movie marathon. This has been planned like forever but was never able to push through due to reasons I could no longer remember...^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, July 19, was Fojie's despidida party and we agreed that they'd sleep at the house afterwards and we'd watch Prom Night. Rey decided to come along as well. So after getting drunk at Light Repast, we headed first to Star Mart's Coffee Plus to get some hot coffee and by 2:30 AM, we went home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since our house is not that huge, they had to sleep at the sala where the space perfectly fits 4.  I prepared mattresses and pillows and lent them sleeping clothes cause they didn't bring any, eeeewwww. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was 3 AM already and since they're still in the mood of watching a movie, I played Prom Night and placed myself in the couch to join them. Fojie was the first who drifted to sleep, I guess she didn't like what was playing. All the rest watched until the end so that was almost 5 AM already. That's when I transferred to our bedroom to get some sleep at last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't get much sleep though since Dennis kept on waking me up to check if my sleepers over are awake already or hungy maybe. So I would get up and peek as quietly as I can so that I wouldn't wake them, in case they aren't yet, and so I could go back and get more sleep. By 9 AM, I finally got up and prepared food for brunch. We had chicken adobo, scrambled eggs, and fried bulinao. And for dessert, we had Cookies N' Cream ice cream...yep, ice cream in the morning. ^_^ Ice cream addicts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They left for home around 2 PM after playing some songs in our videoke. Videoke addicts too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was just their first sleep over at my home and I wouldn't really mind if it ain't their last cause I really always love having visitors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1185535108937759805?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1185535108937759805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1185535108937759805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1185535108937759805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1185535108937759805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepers-over.html' title='Sleepers Over'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQoUghmDtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1i0jiUVPcuA/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2883101765808686589</id><published>2008-07-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:13.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shatong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syatong'/><title type='text'>Syatong, Shatong, Chato</title><content type='html'>I grew up in the province and at a time where in our municipality (Maniki, Kapalong), the trisikad has not been even discovered yet, thus people has to walk wherever they want to go. Then, my favorite playmate was my Manong Raddy (my older brother), and I was kinda boyish then so wherever he'd go, I'd kept following him. What we most love doing together was catching huge frogs in our neighbor's pond...we'd let go of the frogs though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say we were lucky as kids cause we got to play all kinds of games which kids of these days no longer do (I don't think they even know how to play those kinds of games.) Our favorites were bulan-bulanay, dakpanay (habulan), taguanay (taguan), patintero, piko, holenay (marbles), tumbang preso, taguanay tukog sa yuta, palupad tabanog (kites), and syempre, playing shatong or syatong (chato in Tagalog). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is all about how to play what I really miss playing....shatong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of players: 2 teams with at least two players but you can play it as singles as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Equipments: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* lots of open space (land) so you can dig an elongated shallow hole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 1 long stick (about a foot and a half long and at least half an inch in diameter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 1 short stick (about 5 inches long and at least half an inch in diameter) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307726931283570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQFsVnXznI/AAAAAAAAATk/58RacwiO7ow/s400/shato_setup.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mechanics: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE CHANCE OF THE OPPONENT TO PLAY BASE. At the start of the game the base player places the short stick horizontally across the hole and position the long stick in the middle of the short stick and hits the latter as strong as he/she can to the direction of the opponent. If the opponent is able to catch the short stick, the base player loses the chance to advance further with the game and give the base to the former.If the opponent is unable to catch the flying short stick, he/she then collects the short stick and positions himself/herself to where it landed and throw it to the long stick placed horizontally on the hole. Hitting the long stick will give the opponent the chance to play the base. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKING A SCORE. If the opponent unable to get the two chances: catching the short stick and hitting the long stick, the base player then advances to the next stage of the game. The short stick is placed across the hole. The long stick dug in the hole positioned at the center of the short stick and hit the latter towards the opponent. The opponent gets the chance to play the base if he is able to catch the flying short stick. If not the opponent collects and positions himself/herself where the short stick landed and throw it to the base player. The base player then hits the short stick. The count starts measuring the distance where the short stick landed using the long stick if it is hit single, if double the short stick is used for the measurement. Hitting the short stick triple counts double the measurement. If the short stick landed near the hole and could not measure one count of the long stick, the opponent gets the chance to play the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307899652110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQF2ZDOeVI/AAAAAAAAATs/8lQHEJ5nQpY/s400/shato_kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE CHANCE TO MAKE MORE SCORES. Advancing the game to another stage, the short stick is placed on the hole in slant position. The base player hits the tip of the short stick making it fly up on the air then hit it again to the direction of the opponent. The higher the short stick flies, the better the chance to hit it double or triple. The opponent will get the chance to play the base if he is able to catch the flying short stick. If not the count measuring the distance where the short stick landed is instituted using the principle of single, double, triple hit. If the short stick landed near the hole and could not measure one count of the long stick, the opponent gets the chance to play the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PUNISHMENT: While holding the sticks (the short and the long) one in each hand, winner will bat the shorter stick as far as he/she can. Loser then will shout SHAAATONG.... while running from the base to where the stick landed. If the loser takes a breath before reaching the destination then back to the base again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DETERMINING THE WINNER. The sum of the measured distance in advance stage of the game determines the winner. The player who gets the least score will get the chance to enhance his/her vocal chords shouting shaaaaaaaaaaaaaatoooooooooooooooooooong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these days, I'll surely teach Pia how to play this game so she'd experience how enjoyable it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2883101765808686589?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2883101765808686589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2883101765808686589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2883101765808686589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2883101765808686589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/syatong-shatong-chato.html' title='Syatong, Shatong, Chato'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIQFsVnXznI/AAAAAAAAATk/58RacwiO7ow/s72-c/shato_setup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6654341765287386728</id><published>2008-07-20T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:22:43.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noong araw'/><title type='text'>Noong Araw...</title><content type='html'>A friend e-mailed this to me just this morning and I liked it a lot and so I am posting it here to share to those who can relate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To All of Us Who Were Born in the 1950's, 60's and 70's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.  While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate isaw, and didn't worry about diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker natin, matigas na kahoy din at wala pang gulong.We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats, or cars with no airconditioning &amp;amp; no seat belts (ngayon lahat may aircon na).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (ngayon hindi na nakakakita ng kalabaw ang mga bata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 711 (minsan straight from the faucet or poso).  We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contracted hepatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate rice with star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank sofdrinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren't sick or overweight kasi nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso, habulan at taguan.  No one was able to reach us all day (di uso ang cellphone, walang beepers). And yes, we were O.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (yung bearing ang gulong) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street, only to find out we forgot the brakes!  After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare &amp;amp; dirty hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPODs, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters... WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words... masakit ba ? pero pag galit yung kalaro mo... ang sasabihin sa iyo... beh buti nga !We played marbles (jolens) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate dirty ice cream &amp;amp; fish balls. We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.We had to live with homemade guns gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband, sumpit , tirador at kung ano ano pa na puedeng makasakitan... pero masaya pa rin ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made up games with sticks (syatong), and cans (tumbang preso) and although we were told they were dangerous, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay. Paminsan minsan may nabubukulan lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala yang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang mga bata, hindi para makialam at makipag-away sa ibang parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO's, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to share this with others who've had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - The big letters are because your eyes may not be able to read this if they were typed any smaller (at your age).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6654341765287386728?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6654341765287386728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6654341765287386728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6654341765287386728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6654341765287386728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/noong-araw.html' title='Noong Araw...'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-7438983221242357861</id><published>2008-07-17T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:13.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Mommy, Please Read Me This Book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIAi7cWqfQI/AAAAAAAAATE/rvH-zmnRDKo/s1600-h/My+sweetest+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224213972368653570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIAi7cWqfQI/AAAAAAAAATE/rvH-zmnRDKo/s200/My+sweetest+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, my little girl got out from school and brought home a green colored letter from their school library. It was an authorization letter that I will have to sign to confirm that I allow Sophia to borrow books from their library. And since my little girl is addicted to story books, of course I signed it and gave it back to the librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, she already brought with her a book from their library. It was a 10-paged book with really huge and bold letters titled Barbie's Camping adventure. When I arrived from work, she hurriedly met me up at our front door, waving her book in the air, and said "Mommy, please read me this book before I go to sleep." So, of course, I said, "Sure Babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, right before sleeping, she took her book which she secretly tucked under her pillow and said, "Okay Mommy, basa na." So sharing with her excitement, I read the book for her. What I like best about reading a book to Pia is that it makes her sleepy. Pia is the kind of kid who sleeps really late at night and even when she's all exhausted already, she's often the last person in our house to go to sleep. That has always been a wonder for Dennis and me. Back to my story...so that night, after reading her the book, I told Dennis this could be a good idea to put Pia to sleep early at night. Dennis agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return schedule for borrowed books in their library takes 3 days but the next day, she brought a new one already. This time, it was a 20-paged book with normal sized texts and has a long story line. She handed it to me before going to sleep and said , "O mommy, read mo to sa akin ha." I did but this time, I was out of breath already after reading it...the story was too long! (And syempre pa, with the arte-arte to go along while reading it requires energy pud baya.) This time, I thought, could this really be a good idea??? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She borrowed her first book last June 15. It's been 1 month now. And every single day, she has a new book with her which I need to read to her every night just before sleeping. She wouldn't let her papa turn off the light without me reading the book to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was sort of tired already and I asked her if her papa could read to her instead. She&lt;br /&gt;stubbornly said no simply because, "Ayoko mommy, mas gusto ko ang voice mo." Eh?Eehehehe....goodluck to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-7438983221242357861?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7438983221242357861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=7438983221242357861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7438983221242357861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7438983221242357861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-please-read-me-this-book.html' title='Mommy, Please Read Me This Book...'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SIAi7cWqfQI/AAAAAAAAATE/rvH-zmnRDKo/s72-c/My+sweetest+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-7996299487520904091</id><published>2008-07-17T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:14.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerry&apos;s grill'/><title type='text'>Lunch at Gerry's Grill</title><content type='html'>Y&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mN7M2djI/AAAAAAAAASc/T1P0ZaSkWWk/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223936113444812338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mN7M2djI/AAAAAAAAASc/T1P0ZaSkWWk/s200/DSC00102.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;esterday was payday so we decided to treat ourselves with some good food and we chose to eat at Gerry's Grill. I was with Aileen, Fojie, Ben, Darryl and Lyzel. It's my only second time to eat here so I'm still not a master as to which dishes are best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mhCpPh1I/AAAAAAAAASs/nPEigFf7CUk/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223936441860458322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mhCpPh1I/AAAAAAAAASs/nPEigFf7CUk/s200/DSC00104.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Inihaw na Pusit, Kalderetang Baka, Sizzling Sisig and Tahong Ala Pobre at first but when the food was served, we concluded it ain't enough so we ordered an additional Kinilaw and Adobo Shreds. Good thing I haven't tried all these yet. For my beverage, I ordered Sago and Gulaman which was very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The restaurant really has unique touches to their dishes, making a really simple dish into something different. But I would also have to say it's kinda expensive for me and in lit&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mqDuuoNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nOrgkYmpy-0/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223936596770726098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mqDuuoNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nOrgkYmpy-0/s200/DSC00105.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tle servings. But I was amazed seeing schoolers eating their lunch there because it meant they could afford eating there. How large are their allowances, anyway? I can still remember when I was in college, my mom would just give me 400 buck as my weekly allowance and definitely I wo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mVKR3umI/AAAAAAAAASk/PiYjTzfiFWk/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223936237751482978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mVKR3umI/AAAAAAAAASk/PiYjTzfiFWk/s200/DSC00103.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uldn't be able to afford eating at Gerry's with that much of amount only. Ang swerte ng mga kids ngayon...as in bonggang-bongga!! Oh well, it's their parent's problem and not mine....^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, all the food tasted great. I particularly liked the adobo shreds, real crunchy and tasty and of course, my sago and gulaman. Well, as to my recommendation, they have lots of good food. Just don't go there without enough money in your wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223936777496439938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8m0k_GLII/AAAAAAAAAS8/3bdZfVnn1Ps/s200/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-7996299487520904091?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7996299487520904091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=7996299487520904091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7996299487520904091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7996299487520904091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/lunch-at-gerrys-grill.html' title='Lunch at Gerry&apos;s Grill'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8mN7M2djI/AAAAAAAAASc/T1P0ZaSkWWk/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2547085229319940471</id><published>2008-07-17T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:15.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma mia'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223895421325474722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8BNVPk-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ipS924n8N-8/s320/poster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Take a trip down the aisle you'll never forget."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to see this movie yesterday and I really didn't have any great expectations on it but just as I heard the first song from Sophie, I fell in love with it right away and totally left me wanting to go to Greece! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the story of a a daughter’s quest to discover the identity of her father which brings 3 men from her mother’s past back to the island they last visited 20 years ago, told using hit songs by the popular '70s group ABBA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902027169959842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8HN17oj6I/AAAAAAAAARE/8yEhbw-48TQ/s200/sophie.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sophie is a 20 year old girl, living in an isolated but breath-takingly mesmerizing island of Greece (I read from a source the island's name is Skopelos), who never really got to know who her father is but has 3 possible candidates (Sam, Harry and Bill), ex-suitors of her mom, Donna. She longed that her dad would give her away on her wedding day so, without her mom's knowledge, she wrote to all 3 and unexpectedly, all 3 arrived. And that's when the real problem began. I'll leave the rest of the story for you to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902030639380162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8HOC2ztsI/AAAAAAAAARM/g7DCRsNY5Ws/s200/the+dads.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902034809790194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8HOSZHHvI/AAAAAAAAARc/3E-9LLfuwiI/s200/donna+and+sam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's quite light actually but with the combination of the setting, the timeless music of Abba and the cast made the movie so unforgettably fun and superb. I was blown off by Donna's (Streep) performance especially with her Mamma Mia rooftop giddy girl dance. And her scenes with her dynamos, Rosie and Tanya, are equally hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902033078190530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8HOL8RAcI/AAAAAAAAARU/e9E-5FI6JtA/s200/donna+and+sophie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I will have to give two thumbs up for Amanda Seyfried's voice, it's very lovely and clean. Streep and Brosnan though definitely could not pass as singers but then again, it didn't seem to matter, they gave out such excellent and brilliant performances just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902682548820130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8Hz_aIWKI/AAAAAAAAARs/YU2qotctoBE/s200/donkey.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all, I enjoyed every second of it!!! Loved it and definitely get myself a copy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2547085229319940471?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2547085229319940471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2547085229319940471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2547085229319940471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2547085229319940471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SH8BNVPk-6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ipS924n8N-8/s72-c/poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6126736946593879714</id><published>2008-07-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:15.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sprite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow brite'/><title type='text'>From My Childhood to Pia's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl9nuBZqmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UFFyUlyxsvM/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222343364235078242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl9nuBZqmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UFFyUlyxsvM/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever heard of Rainbow Brite? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattel's Rainbow Brite is a very popular cartoon show from the 80's.  Then, like the Stawberry Shortcake dolls, Rainbow Brite dolls were heavily marketed in various sizes and forms. Its market also included books, games, videos, furniture, and home accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Brite and her friends have these pets called "sprites." Each sprite has a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is this blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture attached is my stuffed red sprite given to me by my dad when I finished Grade 1. That was on year 1987. Every after recognition, my dad used to bring me to the mall and award me with a toy. That time, at the age 8, I chose Romeo, the red sprite which is Red Butler's pet in the Rainbow Brite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm already 29 years old which makes my spite more than 2 decades old. I just realized this recently. You see, I kept my toy in a box for so long and just last month, I was digging on my old stuff and found my sprite. I had it cleaned and gave it to Pia. It made me really happy that I was able to pass on to Pia something from my childhood.  I told Pia how old my toy was and that she should also take care of it the way I did. Who knows, she would also might be able to pass it on to her child? (I wonder how it'd look like by that time???) ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6126736946593879714?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6126736946593879714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6126736946593879714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6126736946593879714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6126736946593879714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-my-childhood-to-pias.html' title='From My Childhood to Pia&apos;s'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl9nuBZqmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UFFyUlyxsvM/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2576201906180239515</id><published>2008-07-12T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:16.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranded'/><title type='text'>Stranded at KM 1359</title><content type='html'>We were&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl1ftgT77I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6D36nYORQdU/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222334430564315058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl1ftgT77I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6D36nYORQdU/s200/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; traversing KM 1359 of Malungon road towards Sarangani Province on July 10, 2008 at around 8:30 AM, when suddenly, the Lancer's clutch, despite the persistent attempts of my boss, wouldn't engage. If he wouldn't step on the brakes, the car would move backwards and the situation was really panicky since we were at a steep hill at that time and was actually an accident prone area. And did I mention we were actually stuck on a winding road? OMG! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl25QWhSnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BOYtAD-Kn1A/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222335968926845554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="112" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl25QWhSnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BOYtAD-Kn1A/s200/DSC00096.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss immediately called his wife who owns the car and asked what could possibly be wrong with her car. She called some mechanic contacts and let them talk to my boss for the symptoms. My boss also tried calling Roadwatch but to his dismay, since out of Davao rescues aren't free, he was quoted a large Php 5,000.00 worth for towing only! Whew! The solution was his wife will be bringing some mechanics who bought the possible spare parts that'll be replaced. And so, we will have to wait for almost 2 hours for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge trucks ad buses were passing us every minute and regardless that it was a blind curve, it didn't seem to matter to the truck and bus drivers because they were still on high speed. There was this one bus who was in full speed and was stupidly trying to overtake another bus&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl25jTrpRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7AuJb0ut_Nc/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222335974015214866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl25jTrpRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7AuJb0ut_Nc/s200/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on that curve and it was actually headed towards us. I thought I'd die at that instant cause I was on the passenger seat and the bus was getting really close to our car. Luckily, I'm still writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, the waiting took so long and Aileen and I were getting bored and hot. At last, Ma'am Emmy arrived with the mechanics but then again, according to them, it might take 4 hours to repair the car. We couldn't just leave Ma'am Emmy out there so we waited until the car gets fixed. The waiting was terrible! Just imagine we were amidst dusty bushes and trees (more like a dusty jungle) and nowhere to si&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl37GqS4uI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jHn9t5jpFuE/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222337100196799202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl37GqS4uI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jHn9t5jpFuE/s200/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t. We couldn't sit in the car cause it was intensely hot that time already. And worse, I was about to pee in my pants. So what I did was borrowed Aileen's sweaters, covered myself with it and peed at the bushes. ^_^ Another thing that contributed to our discomfort was there was this group of bees that kept on flying around us and irritatingly buzzing near my ears. And there were these black ants also who chose to attack the rock I was sitting on leaving me tiringly standing while waiting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was just morni&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl362-VMHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sWoisb3gjHE/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222337095985868914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl362-VMHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sWoisb3gjHE/s200/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng and there were so much bad luck already...I wonder if Aileen's the jinx??? Peace Ai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 2:30 PM, finally the car got fixed. Kudos to the mechanics who, with limited tools and exposure to the intense heat of the sun, disassembled the machine, replaced the clutch plate and assembled it back to a better condition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, we are again on our way to Sarangani Province. Luckily (at last), the client suggested that we take the rest of the day to relax so that we'd have clear heads the following day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2576201906180239515?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2576201906180239515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2576201906180239515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2576201906180239515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2576201906180239515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/stranded-at-km-1359.html' title='Stranded at KM 1359'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHl1ftgT77I/AAAAAAAAAP0/6D36nYORQdU/s72-c/DSC00091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-8088503625872899526</id><published>2008-07-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:17.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hancock'/><title type='text'>John Hancock, the Newest Hero in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHP-_EXvjsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VAhNe_l7OtM/s1600-h/hancock+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220796752511078082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHP-_EXvjsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VAhNe_l7OtM/s320/hancock+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"What kind of bastard must I have been that no one ever tried to claim me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will Smith, that's all a movie needs, and you get a box-office hit. I watched Hancock last Sunday with my hubby and kid and it was truly enjoyable and we loved it. Comedic, effects-packed, energetic, well-choreographed stunts, romantic in some way and believable regardless of its setting. Truly entertaining! Starring Will Smith, Charlize Theron and Jason Bateman and directed by Peter Berg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will Smith, with his usual humor, was truly captivating, I just couldn't help smiling while watching him. The character of Mary was the one that got me "oooohhhh." It was totally unexpected and revealed the movie's huge twist and I will have to say, was perfectly written. I also love Jason Bateman's character which depicts a genuine good-hearted person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All in all, in my truest opinion, the movie is remarkable and came in with flying colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220796757140586274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHP-_VngPyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RWZVcyZGdI0/s320/hancock+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220802954950238354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHQEoGQeYJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5I_X7wwWCCY/s320/hancock+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Summary of the Plot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There are heroes... there are superheroes... and then there's Hancock. With great power comes great responsibility -- everyone knows that -- everyone, that is, but Hancock. Edgy, conflicted, sarcastic, and misunderstood, Hancock's well-intentioned heroics might get the job done and save countless lives, but always seem to leave jaw-dropping damage in their wake. The public has finally had enough -- as grateful as they are to have their local hero, the good citizens of Los Angeles are wondering what they ever did to deserve this guy. Hancock isn't the kind of man who cares what other people think -- until the day that he saves the life of PR executive Ray Embrey, and the sardonic superhero begins to realize that he may have a vulnerable side after all. Facing that will be Hancock's greatest challenge yet -- and a task that may prove impossible as Ray's wife, Mary, insists that he's a lost cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220796765738450338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHP-_1pZPaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Mn1THudDrBs/s320/hancock+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-8088503625872899526?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8088503625872899526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=8088503625872899526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8088503625872899526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8088503625872899526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-hancock-newest-hero-in-town.html' title='John Hancock, the Newest Hero in Town'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHP-_EXvjsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VAhNe_l7OtM/s72-c/hancock+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-4198082713053043909</id><published>2008-07-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:18.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light repast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fagioli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marina tuna'/><title type='text'>Friday Blast</title><content type='html'>July 4, 2008 (Friday) - I had a petty quarrel with Dennis and I wanted to get even (mean me!) and since my officemates were supportive of my drama, 4 of my girls joined me for the night. It was some night!!! I totally had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had a company bash at Marina Tuna and there were so much food and all were fresh seafood..but of course, Marina Tuna serves the best seafood in town. Bossing ordered Sinigang na Mata ng Tuna, Sizzling Swordfish, Calderetang Swordfish, Crispy Buntot, Inihaw na Pork Ribs, and Steamed Pompano. Whew! I got so full so I stood up from my chair and checked out their aquariums of sharks, lobsters, and clown fishes. Unepectedly, while I was enjoying their aquariums, Mayor Duterte arrived at the restaurant and occupied the table just right beside me. I was kind of starstucked since it was my first time to see him in person, real close that is. I did not even manage to greet him a good evening. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220131518917249346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGh9YHiCUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jPtXbSzUiWo/s200/DSC07002+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Right after dinner, after some debate on where to go next, Fojie, Aileen, Paula and Reynosa stayed to be with me and we ended up at Fagioli... a cafe from GenSan. What I love most about this cafe is their comfort room, I could stay in it forever with different scented hand soaps and lotion to moisturize your washed hands with. And it smells real good with poppouri scents filling the place. We ordered Mango Cake, Decadent Choco and Coffee Crunch for dessert and Mocha Fagiogrinata and Cookies and Cream Fagiofrappe to go with it. Again, all were sinfully delicious!! We spent our time there laughing while trying to decide where to go next. Just sitting there and laughing took my blues away already. My girls are just as silly as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220131523071291282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGh9nl7r5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ps1ziT37qeI/s200/DSC07042+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220131516835371122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGh9QXLGHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XgvIm83gdSs/s200/DSC07029+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220131523205204434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGh9oF3CdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gYCQwjlaOOU/s200/DSC07046+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, around 10:30, we decided to go home since raindrops are starting to fall but since Paula has to go to a convenience store first, we headed towards Damosa Gateway to look for one. And then, we passed by this resto where there are 2 gay standup comedians singing...Just by looking at them from outside seemed so much fun so we decided to hang out. Indeed, it was so much fun and luckily, in one table someone was celebrating his birthday and decided to pay for our orders!! Such luck!!! Daniella and Mika just made our night, they even invited us to sing with them on stage, our chance to feel just like singers. We stayed until 2 AM. We will definitely go back to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220131526264945986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGh9zfW_UI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JyRZ2TTI42Y/s200/DSC07082+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132031584780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGibN8_wLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1E2ujCT9-4U/s200/DSC07074+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132033065182530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGibTd85UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DR9dPBN0bfs/s200/DSC07084+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we went out, the rain heavily poured so we were stock right outside Light Repast (the name of the bar by the way), and since it's just fronting MCDonald's, we ran towards McDo, ordered some hot choco and passed the rest of the night there just talking and talking and talking. We were already sleepy but we just kept on talking. At 5:30 AM, we decided to head home to get some sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132038895071842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGibpL58mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A0HA1mBr6ds/s200/DSC07103+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Paula, Fojie, Aileen and Rey for keeping me company in my moments of drama and for making me laugh. Lab you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-4198082713053043909?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4198082713053043909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=4198082713053043909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4198082713053043909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4198082713053043909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-blast.html' title='Friday Blast'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SHGh9YHiCUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jPtXbSzUiWo/s72-c/DSC07002+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1423121415742994426</id><published>2008-07-02T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:19.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tata benito&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Coffee &amp; Laughter at Tata Benito's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGx-S-9x7DI/AAAAAAAAANc/XthweO8OB04/s1600-h/DSC06980+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218684932820429874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGx-S-9x7DI/AAAAAAAAANc/XthweO8OB04/s200/DSC06980+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday, July 3rd - - After a heavy lunch in the office, we headed towards Tata Benito's a Whole Latte Love Coffee Club to try what they have to offer. I've been passing this place ever since it opened but never got to try it and so I talked my officemates into tyring it with me. It's actually walking distance from our workstation, nevertheless, due to the intense heat of Mr. Sun, we hopped in a jeepney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering, we were greeted by their soft bossa music background. Luckily, there weren't too many customers at that time so we immediately found a spot. We checked out their menu and they have a number of variety to choose from...from hot to cold coffee, to blends and smoothies, mouth-watering pastries and lots more. And their prices are reasonably cheap, I'd say it's worth your buck. The place is really cozy and I love the color combination of their furnitures. There's a homey touch to the place and I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGyCf2jyx1I/AAAAAAAAANk/liVJVLrcbyQ/s1600-h/DSC06981+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218689551948760914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGyCf2jyx1I/AAAAAAAAANk/liVJVLrcbyQ/s200/DSC06981+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After examining their menu, we ordered the following, all in 16 oz: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire - Mocha Mucho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyzel - Cookies and Cream Caffioco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben - Iced Cafe Mocha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paula - Butter Crunch Mocha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rey - Milky Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ordered 1 piece of yummy banana muffin which smelled really good. We shared the tiny muffin (we didn't have the appetite to order lots of pastries since we just finished lunch.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed and finished our coffee while sharing mad, funny, love stories. Later, we lazily walked back to our office. Back to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218689682700104178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGyCndpV8fI/AAAAAAAAANs/b9OYTqRMrCI/s200/DSC06978+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1423121415742994426?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1423121415742994426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1423121415742994426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1423121415742994426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1423121415742994426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-laughter-at-tata-benitos.html' title='Coffee &amp; Laughter at Tata Benito&apos;s'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGx-S-9x7DI/AAAAAAAAANc/XthweO8OB04/s72-c/DSC06980+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-7387120335522280706</id><published>2008-07-02T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:19.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimsum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><title type='text'>So Red Moon</title><content type='html'>Monday, June 30th - - My good friend, Ate Doris, called me just before lunch time and asked if I'm free to eat lunch with her. It's been quite awhile since our last lunch date so I said sure. When I got down from the office, she was busily transferring something from her X-Trail's backseat to the compartment. And just then, I remembered she just had a new baby girl, three weeks ago to&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGtHuiOs67I/AAAAAAAAAM8/G04j5LHoFmA/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218343458026875826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGtHuiOs67I/AAAAAAAAAM8/G04j5LHoFmA/s200/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be precise, so I asked her, "So who's watching over baby Nikki now?" And she simply said, "Andyan sya o, sa harap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I peeked on the passenger seat and sure thing, Nikki was there, all cuddled up in her baby basket soundly asleep. I just couldn't help but laugh. Nikki is just less-a-month old and she's already, in my own words, "laagan!" Such a cutie that baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some discussion on where to eat, we ended up choosing Red Moon. It'd be our second time in this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day, we were the only customer in Red Moon. It seems lately, F. Torres is not at all crowded during lunch time so we didn't have any trouble looking for a parking s&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGtICud_gRI/AAAAAAAAANE/iU0iHPsy-Lw/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218343804909617426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGtICud_gRI/AAAAAAAAANE/iU0iHPsy-Lw/s200/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pace. We settled in our huge black couches and trying to decide what to have. I opted to order Beef Rice and Ate Doris had Pork Asado Rice. We also ordered Black Gulaman for dessert. As usual, the waiting ain't that long and so we digged on our bowls right away not using the provided plates anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rice bowls were nicely and invitingly plated. You can see for yourself with the pictures provided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Beef Rice was really delicious with lots of spices in it. I tried Ate Doris' Pork Asado as well and it was equally delightful. It has broccoli in it also. I'd say I recommend both dishes. We ended our meal sharing a glass of black gulaman. I liked it also since it's not like other black gulamans that tastes like medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed our meals while chatting about funny stressing moments in taking care of babies. A good meal is always more enjoyable when shared while having good conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218345026786863506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGtJJ2UOqZI/AAAAAAAAANU/5l_EjX1UNgU/s200/DSC00087.JPG" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-7387120335522280706?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7387120335522280706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=7387120335522280706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7387120335522280706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/7387120335522280706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-red-moon.html' title='So Red Moon'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGtHuiOs67I/AAAAAAAAAM8/G04j5LHoFmA/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6584244654158805495</id><published>2008-06-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:28:32.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><title type='text'>Forgiving = Forgetting???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most people say time heals all wounds but I disagree, because wounds, especially deep ones, leave scars. A scar that will always be a reminder of the wound...of the pain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With this, I believe it is incorrect to say that when you forgive, you forget as well, because the latter is a very difficult thing to do. It is easy to forgive but never the same when forgetting. Apology may be easily accepted but mending the damages could possibly take forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so, we have to be very careful in causing pain or in hurting someone, most especially the ones we love most, because they may be able to forgive us in a heartbeat but could never forget the act even for a lifetime. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6584244654158805495?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6584244654158805495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6584244654158805495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6584244654158805495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6584244654158805495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/forgiving-forgetting.html' title='Forgiving = Forgetting???'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-3080402188743925489</id><published>2008-06-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:21.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguins'/><title type='text'>March of the Penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was watching Hitman today when the girl character, while reading from a magaz&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZUqMg9C1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/diYdK0V7CuQ/s1600-h/penguin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ine said that penguins, once they meet their mate, they stick to that mate for life. I t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZU3WszA7I/AAAAAAAAAME/asntZRjm84Q/s1600-h/penguin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216950528318309298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZU3WszA7I/AAAAAAAAAME/asntZRjm84Q/s400/penguin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hought how sweet and so I started searching the net about them and this is what I found out. [By the way, in all honesty, it was only today that I knew penguins are birds! Yes, you may laugh at me but true, I just knew that today.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLRUhquI/AAAAAAAAALM/i_D33RbwFZ8/s1600-h/penguin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216948671448460002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLRUhquI/AAAAAAAAALM/i_D33RbwFZ8/s200/penguin4.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The signature species of Antarctica is the penguin. There are 17 species of penguins some of which are found as far north as the equator. Penguins are categorized into three families: brush-tail, crested, and king/emperor penguins. Of the 17 species only six are found in Antarctica (Adélies, Chinstraps, Emperors, Gentoos, Macaronis, and Rockhoppers). Several other species are sometimes found within the Antarctic region, and penguins are found as far north as the Galapagos Islands, straddling the equator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flightless Birds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Penguins are mostly referred to as “flippered flyers” due to their effortless movement in the water. All penguins have&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLWYJceI/AAAAAAAAALc/btoCjcpqcZY/s1600-h/penguin5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216948672805827042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLWYJceI/AAAAAAAAALc/btoCjcpqcZY/s200/penguin5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a very similar torpedo-shaped body form, though they vary greatly in size. Penguin wings are highly modified to form stiff paddle-like flippers used for swimming, and their feet and stubby tails combine to form a rudder. The penguin's bones are solid and heavy, which help them to remain submerged and reduce the energy needed for diving. Some species spend as much as 75% of their lives in the ocean, yet they all breed on land or sea-ice attached to the land. They are able to withstand the extreme cold because insulation provided by their short, densely-packed feathers forms a waterproof coat. A thick layer of fat or blubber also serves as an energy store. These adaptations, among others, enable them to minimize heat loss in icy cold waters so they can cope with the harsh conditions of the Antarctic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Penguins communicate by complex ritual behaviors such as head and flipper waving, calling, bowing, gesturing and preening. Territorial disputes lead to aggressive postures such as stares, pointing and even char&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLY0gqyI/AAAAAAAAALU/mB7bbZ5USvA/s1600-h/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216948673461660450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLY0gqyI/AAAAAAAAALU/mB7bbZ5USvA/s200/penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ging. Courtship and mating rituals include so called "ecstatic displays" where a bird, typically an unattached male, pumps his chest several times and, with his head stretched upwards and flippers akimbo, emits a harsh loud braying sound. This can result in a mass trumpeting by other males, which is believed to help synchronize the breeding cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breeding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Antarctic penguin species save the Emperor breed in the brief austral (southern) summer months. Mating takes place in spring for the three "brush tailed" (pygoscelid) species -- the Chinstrap, Gentoo and Adelie -- who make their nests out of rocks, bones and feathers. Adult pairs take turns incubating their eggs and feeding the chicks once they have hatched. Antarctic penguins feed mostly on fish, squid and krill, a shrimp-like crustacean which is the key species in the Antarctic ecosystem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Locomotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Penguins are very efficient swimmers. Though they are comfortable at speeds around 5 mph (8 km/ph), some species can travel at 7 mph (12 km/ph) in short bursts. When traveling quickly, penguins will leap clear of the water every few feet -- an action called "porpoising" due to its resemblance to porpoise behavior. This enables them to breathe, and decreases their chances of being taken by a predator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antarctic penguins have also developed the ability to leap out of the water to a substantial height on land, enabling them to reach raised ice edges or rock ledges. Penguin legs are set far down on their bodies, so they walk with a very erect posture. Ashore they are often awkward, waddling and hopping over rocks; on snow they sometimes push themselves along on their stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colonies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Antarctic penguins are highly social birds which usually breed in large colonies called "rookeries". Healthy adult penguins have no predators on land, so they have no natural fear of humans. While they don't like to be approached directly, they will sometimes come quite close to a quiet observer due to their own natural curiosity. They do have predators, however: skuas and southern giant petrels will attack chicks and sick or injured adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Adelie Penguin (Pygoscelis adeliae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;With its white "shirt" front and white ring around its eyes, the Adelie (ah-DAY-lee) is the stereotypical penguin. They are the smallest and most widely distributed penguins in the Antarctic -- adults weigh only about 12 pounds (5.5 kg) and stand but 28 inches (71cm) high. Named after the wife of the French explorer Admiral Durmont d' Urville, the Adelie is also the most commonly studied of all the penguin species. It is estimated there are some 2.5 million pairs of Adelies around the continent. Adelie colonies form on islands, beaches and headlands all around the Antarctic coast. The presence of groups of hundreds of thousands of birds is not unusual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTLoOlueI/AAAAAAAAALs/IdzewpWtjTI/s1600-h/penguin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adelie penguins come ashore in October to breed during the brief weeks of summer. Mating takes place once the pair establishes a rocky nest. Older birds tend to stake nesting sites in the middle of the colony where they are better &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZWYjG2L_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AtRhEtGDUBE/s1600-h/adelie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216952198096105458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZWYjG2L_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AtRhEtGDUBE/s200/adelie.JPG" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;protected from marauding skuas. There is fierce competition for nesting sites, especially on the higher well-drained ground -- stealing pebbles from neighboring birds' nests is a favorite pastime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first eggs are laid in early November; if the incubating egg is left unattended for more than an hour or two, it will cool and become infertile. When nests are abandoned the eggs are easy prey for skuas, which are the Adelie penguin's main enemy on land. Males and females take turns incubating the eggs. Within hours of laying the eggs, the female returns to the sea, leaving the male to stand alone for up to ten days while his partner feeds. Most pairs produce two eggs separated by an interval of two to three days, and incubation takes about thirty days. While the two chicks hatch almost simultaneously, inevitably one chick is stronger and consequently better able to win food from its parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chicks are fed from the crop of whichever parent is present at the time. The chicks are brooded closely by their parents for the first two to three weeks and their appetite is considerable. Growing rapidly, the chicks soon develop a thick woolly gray down and quickly become almost as large as their parents. During the third or fourth week they join other chicks in crèches or nursery groups. This leaves both parents free to go to sea to feed themselves in order to satisfy their chicks' increasing demands for food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A parade of adults can regularly be seen moving between the colony and the sea. The birds congregate in large numbers at the water's edge waiting for the appropriate moment to take the plunge. The Adelie's main oceanic predators are the leopard seals which often lie in wait beneath the ledges to snare the first penguin into the water. By late March most Adelies have left the colonies to spend the winter in the comparative warmth of the offshore pack ice.&lt;br /&gt;Adelie penguins provided generations of early explorers with entertainment, palatable eggs, and tough but tasty meat. Through detailed studies of the birds's breeding and eating behavior, scientists today use the Adelie as an indicator species to monitor the abundance of krill, so important to the web of Antarctic life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="G"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emperor Penguin (Aptenodytes forsteri)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most regal of species, the Emperor is the largest living penguin, standing 40 to 50 inches (100 to 130 cm) and weighing from 66 to 83 pounds (30 to 33 kg ). There are some 350,000 of t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTqt9myXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9SF1zKtlivc/s1600-h/emperor.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216949211712899442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZTqt9myXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9SF1zKtlivc/s200/emperor.gif" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hese elegantly painted birds in about forty Emperor penguin colonies scattered around the fringes of the Antarctic continent. The colonies are usually found on sea-ice during the winter and spring months, when temperatures are as low as - 65° F ( - 60° C) and winds reach velocities of up to 112 miles per hour (180 km/ph). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emperor penguins are the most biologically interesting of the southern species. They have been recorded diving to a depth of more than 1500 feet (450 m) for up to 18 minutes, although the usual depth and duration of their dives is much less. But it is their unique breeding behavior that differentiates the Emperor from other penguin species. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than breeding during the warmer, lighter summer months, Emperors breed through the cold, dark winter. The female lays a single egg in May after a 63-day gestation period, and then passes the egg over to her mate and goes to sea to feed. When the male takes over the incubation, he fasts for 9 weeks, all the while balancing the egg on his feet, where it is insulated by a thick roll of skin and feathers. During this period the males huddle together for added warmth and protection against the bitter winds and sub-zero temperatures. By the time the female returns the male will have lost up to one third of his body weight; she takes over feeding the now-hatched chick for a six week period, while the male makes another long trek over the ice -- up to 60 miles (100 kms) to find food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the young are about seven weeks old, they join other chicks in a crèche, which is protected by a few adults. By January the sea-ice begins to break out, but by this time the chicks have begun to shed their soft down and are able to fend for themselves. The Emperors are believed to have developed this winter breeding pattern to allow the chick to grow to independence at a time when food is most plentiful. The large size of the adults means they can store enough fat to withstand the long winter weeks without regular feeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="H"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gentoo Penguins (Pygoscelis papua)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZWYkrexgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ojeUfX6U-_I/s1600-h/gentoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216952198518195714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZWYkrexgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ojeUfX6U-_I/s200/gentoo.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gentoos (jen-TOOs) are found over the widest range of any penguin, appearing on the coastal islands as well as the cooler sub-antarctic islands. The Gentoo penguin is the largest of the brush-tailed genus, averaging some 30 inches (75 cm) and weighing 12 pounds (5.5kg). They breed mainly on the Antarctic Peninsula and sub-antarctic islands. Two eggs are laid in September or October and hatching usually takes about 35 to 39 days from the laying of the last egg. The second egg is smaller than the first, and is laid three days later. After they are three-quarters grown, the young can look after themselves and leave the nests to form large crèches, usually in January. Gentoos are thought to fish closer to the surface than other species, although they can dive to at least 330 feet (100m).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinstrap Penguin (Pygoscelis antarctica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinstrap penguins are named for the distinctive narrow band of black feathers that extends from ear to ear. Chinstraps may be the most numerous of penguins, with a population estimated at 12 to 13 million. Yet they occur only on the Antarctic Peninsula and the sub-antarctic islands south of the Antarctic Convergence. For nesting, they often select lofty sites that are the first to become snow-free, to ens&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZXGpNw_KI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e25t8_NeyGA/s1600-h/chinstrap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216952990009719970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZXGpNw_KI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e25t8_NeyGA/s200/chinstrap.JPG" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ure the maximum amount of time to raise their chicks. Chinstraps are regarded as the boldest and most pugnacious of the pygoscelid species; they average 28 to 29 inches (71 to 76 cm) in height and weigh some 8.6 to 9.7 pounds (3.9 - 4.4 kg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Crested Penguins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other species of penguins found in Antarctica occur mostly in the warmer sub-antarctic regions to the north, away from the limit of the pack-ice. These include the Rockhopper, the Macaroni (both of the crested genus), and the King penguin. The King breeds on South Georgia, and Macquarie and Heard islands, while the Macaroni occurs as far south as the South Shetlands. Rockhopper penguins do not breed south of Heard Island (53°S), located in the mid-South Atlantic between South America and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-3080402188743925489?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3080402188743925489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=3080402188743925489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3080402188743925489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3080402188743925489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/march-of-penguins.html' title='March of the Penguins'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGZU3WszA7I/AAAAAAAAAME/asntZRjm84Q/s72-c/penguin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1630134798255673900</id><published>2008-06-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:21.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder</title><content type='html'>This is an article on how A.A.A.D.D. manifests. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGWqpVIdywI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E6WdwouF7Rs/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216763370402597634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGWqpVIdywI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E6WdwouF7Rs/s200/confused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, s o I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered. I set the Coke down on the counter, and I disco ver my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day: the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only one check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1630134798255673900?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1630134798255673900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1630134798255673900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1630134798255673900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1630134798255673900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/age-activated-attention-deficit.html' title='Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGWqpVIdywI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E6WdwouF7Rs/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-8017337163011797434</id><published>2008-06-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hospital Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a very moving story, I had to take deep breaths after reading it and was teary-eyed. I wish I had the blind man's ability of selflessly making others happy despite his situation as physically disabled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216107872185355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGNWeT-6DVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y60CXjnUvVY/s200/hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days and weeks passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Epilogue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-8017337163011797434?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8017337163011797434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=8017337163011797434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8017337163011797434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8017337163011797434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/hospital-window.html' title='The Hospital Window'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGNWeT-6DVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y60CXjnUvVY/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-3357804072606938714</id><published>2008-06-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:22.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alamid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civet coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kopi luwak'/><title type='text'>Kopi Luwak or Civet Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGHCF6ir3cI/AAAAAAAAAII/W9W9T_WwXJo/s1600-h/civet-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215663250341617090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGHCF6ir3cI/AAAAAAAAAII/W9W9T_WwXJo/s200/civet-coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One time, while I was doing some stuff at my station, my boss called me up and asked me if I would like to taste a coffee that is cat poop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Eh?!, I said." But then, curious as I was, I said sure. So I went to his office and he showed me his newly purchased bottle of Alamid Coffee also known as Civet Coffee or Kopi Luwak. He was already brewing and gave me a half-filled cup of it. Like any other brewed coffee, it's taste is much stronger compared to other processed coffees. When I got back to my table, I surfed the net right away about this coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to sources, only 500 kilograms of it are produced in the Phi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGG5mw11nAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X5pADiTAcQc/s1600-h/_39705245_civet_afp_203body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215653919068625922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGG5mw11nAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X5pADiTAcQc/s200/_39705245_civet_afp_203body.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lippines every year. Once roasted, the coffee beans sell for more than $115/kilogram. Whew!!! As to how this coffee is processed is definitely intriguing. The coffee beans are harvested, not from trees, but from the droppings of the palm civet (local name alamid), a nocturnal cat-like animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, the beans in the picture are "droppings!" The animals eat the coffee cherries but can’t digest the beans and so they poop it out. The droppings are then harvested by hand from the forest floor. The beans are then cleaned up, air dried and roasted. And that's how the most expensive coffee in the world is produced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-3357804072606938714?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3357804072606938714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=3357804072606938714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3357804072606938714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/3357804072606938714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/kopi-luwak-or-civet-coffee.html' title='Kopi Luwak or Civet Coffee'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGHCF6ir3cI/AAAAAAAAAII/W9W9T_WwXJo/s72-c/civet-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1609644156310198354</id><published>2008-06-24T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:17:15.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Breaker: Guess Watch?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just couldn't stop laughing while reading this....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought Jay's ex-girlfriend was really out of our lives. But heaven only goes that I was wrong. Kakakasal pa lang namin nun when Jay received a uninamous text. "Meet me at the clinic." I had a stinking feeling in my butt. I told him not to go. It might in danger him. Pero sabi niya, ok lang daw because life is what we make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tumahimik lang ako. Sabi niya, "Penny for you talks." But I didn't know what to say. Beggars can't be losers. Isa pa, worried talaga ako na baka yung girl yun. Jay said, "Can't got your tongue?" I tried to smile at him. Kahit di ako nagsalita, actions speak louder than works, di ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be that as is may, umalis pa rin siya. I was out of the loophole. After a few hours, I called him on his cellphone. But my calls fell on Jeff's ears. Lalo akong nag-worry kasi I didn't even know Jeff. Sabi na nga ba di na dapat umalis si Jay. That's what I'm talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I tried calling some friends who will help me find Jay. That's what friends are for naman di ba? But I just faced a blank mall. I had to do this alone. Nag-taxi na lang ako. Pero ang mahal na pala ng plugdown rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I got to the clinic, the security was really buffed up. Di basta-basta makakapasok. So I said, "I beg your cordon. I'm patient. It's my favorite virtue nga e." Nagduda yata yung isang guard. Hinawakan ako sa arm. The nerd! I shouted, "Don't touch me not!" Buti na lang the other guards were nice and said, "Come on, let's join us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I went inside, parang I've been there, done there. Nung walang nakatingin, nag-explore ako. Nakarating ako sa top floor and I had a bird's IQ of the clinic. I could not explain it but I was drawn to a room on the floor. Siguro Divine Intermission na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parang may narinig akong umuungol. I was thorn. Di ko alam kung aalis ba ako o papasukin ko. It made me stick in the stomach to think that Jay and his ex-girlfriend were there. I tried to tell myself to slower my expectations. But to tell with it! I had to strike while the ironi s not. I had to hear the truth from the corpse's mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I barraged in. O my gas! Si Jay, naka-strap sa operating table, parang genie pig sa isang nakakatakot na experiment. He was on the cutting edge. He was bleeding. At ang doctor na nagpapahirap sa kanya, ang ex-girlfriendniya at ang bago nitong boyfriend, ang nurse na si Walter. Doon ko napatunayang blood is thicker than Walter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess watch? Di ko alam kung paano ko nagawa pero I was able to search and rescue Jay. Siguro adrenaline brush na yun. Now, he's recovering. Nag-sorry siya na hindi siya nakinig sa akin. I know it's a better pill to swallow your fried so it's forgive and forget me not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All swell that end swell. I know we should kiss and puton makeup. Ang ex-girlfriend naman niya at si Walter, nakakulong na. Detention is really better than cure. So the moral of the lesson is: if symptoms persist, insult your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1609644156310198354?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1609644156310198354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1609644156310198354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1609644156310198354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1609644156310198354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-breaker-guess-watch.html' title='Ice Breaker: Guess Watch?!?'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-8117731777994080601</id><published>2008-06-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:22.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beethoven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immortal beloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letter'/><title type='text'>Immortal Beloved by Ludwig Van Beethoven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter Ludwig Van Beethoven's death in March 1827 two documents were discovered in his desk. These were the Heiligenstadt Testament &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and 3 love letters. The passionate feelings manifested in these letters where addressed to a person unknown. Many have speculated over whom might be the recipient, made more difficult by the fact that there is no year or place given on the letters. But Solomon, the author of Beethoven’s life's biography, following Beethoven's date on the letters, his movement during the period (1812) and studying the persons close to Beethoven, has come to the solution that Antoine Brentano must be the answer, now generally accepted as being correct. &lt;-- (Got this background from Wikipedia.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only posted here the third love letter since it is what touched me the most. It is also the letter Carrie read in the movie Sex and the City. The last 3 lines were the lines Big whispered to Carrie when they got married. I so loved that movie and since I couldn't get a hold of the book Love Letters of Great Men and Women, the book Carrie was reading in the movie, I hopefully searched the net just to get a hold of this one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215455728276482018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGEFWimyJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0Fphsv-E8Qg/s200/beethoven2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Third Letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, on July 7, though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us. I can live only wholly with you or not at all. Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits. Yes, unhappily it must be so. You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart. Never Never. Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves? And yet my life in V is now a wretched life. Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men. At my age I need a steady, quiet life. Can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day, therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once. Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose o live together. Be calm. Love me. Today. Yesterday. What tearful longings for you you. You. My life. My all. Farewell. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ever thine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ever mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ever ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-8117731777994080601?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8117731777994080601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=8117731777994080601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8117731777994080601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/8117731777994080601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/immortal-beloved-by-ludwig-van.html' title='Immortal Beloved by Ludwig Van Beethoven'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SGEFWimyJ-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0Fphsv-E8Qg/s72-c/beethoven2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6606553645229165061</id><published>2008-06-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:23.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Sa Aking Pagtanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received this article from a friend and it totally touched my heart. It reminded me of my mom who died almost 3 years now. It made me miss her so much. I'm really close to my mom and it tore me apart when she left. Remembering her death is still agonizingly painful even 'til now, I couln't stop the tears from falling. I am very lucky to have said "I love you" to my mom as my last words before she died. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my readers, never tire from saying I love you to your parents because they never get tired in loving you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214898899855332802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF8K63Fz1cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IT66j-Tm96k/s200/mother%26child.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan opagsasawaang pakinggan.Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko.Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan,huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? pinatyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit, dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho,subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabikna sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung akoman ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan. At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ... dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6606553645229165061?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6606553645229165061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6606553645229165061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6606553645229165061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6606553645229165061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/sa-aking-pagtanda.html' title='Sa Aking Pagtanda'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF8K63Fz1cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IT66j-Tm96k/s72-c/mother%26child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-4455024259237006578</id><published>2008-06-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:26:56.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Ice Breaker: Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The priest asked, "Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes, Father it is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And who was the woman you were with?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I cannot say." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Was it Teresa Volpe?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'll never tell." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Was it Nina Capeli?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm sorry but I cannot name her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Was it Cathy Piriano?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My lips are sealed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Please, Father, I cannot tell you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot attend church services for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Four months vacation and five good leads. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-4455024259237006578?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4455024259237006578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=4455024259237006578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4455024259237006578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4455024259237006578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-breaker-confession.html' title='Ice Breaker: Confession'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-4071484761853491487</id><published>2008-06-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:27:52.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Ice Breaker: Difficult Questions and Intelligent Answers</title><content type='html'>Q.How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?&lt;br /&gt;A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it?&lt;br /&gt;A. No time at all it is already built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. Very large hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;br /&gt;A. It is not a problem, since you will never find an elephant withone hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A. No Probs, He sleeps at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea, what it will become?&lt;br /&gt;A. It will get Wet or Sink as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What looks like half apple?&lt;br /&gt;A : The other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What can you never eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;A : Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What happened when wheel was invented?&lt;br /&gt;A : It caused a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?&lt;br /&gt;A : Liquid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. "What comes first, Day or Night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?" the interviewer asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-4071484761853491487?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4071484761853491487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=4071484761853491487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4071484761853491487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/4071484761853491487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-breaker-difficult-questions-and.html' title='Ice Breaker: Difficult Questions and Intelligent Answers'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2259032384995952506</id><published>2008-06-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:34:33.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a collection of my favorite movie quotes ever....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never lie, steal, cheat or drink.  But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away." - Hitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone really loves you, they will never hurt you. And if they do, you'll see it in their eyes, they are hurting too." - Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands there is no turning back." - Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just learn to ignore the names people call you and just trust who you are." - Shrek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge is Pain!" - Fracture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything aroung becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person.  And you realize that that person is the only person you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment, you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time." - Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back." - Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, one has to sacrifice his life and happiness to save another, in the name of love." - Nomad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world." - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what we do, we fight. So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work on this every day but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day." - The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life may lead you where you least expect but have faith that you are exactly where you are meant to be." - Snow Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great friends pretend nothing ever happened." - Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world." - An American beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can live without you. It's just that I don't want to." - Rumor Has It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I wanna be good for you because I really wanna be with you." - Crazy/Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too short to harbor hate." - Benchwarmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People will adore and love you for all the things that you've done for them but will hate you for a single mistake. That's the irony of life." - Spiderman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2259032384995952506?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2259032384995952506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2259032384995952506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2259032384995952506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2259032384995952506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-movie-quotes.html' title='My Favorite Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6740951381918585807</id><published>2008-06-05T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:23.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Lulu Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Little Lulu Show is my favorite cartoon show ever!!! I can still remember during college days, I'd never leave the house until I finish watching Little Lulu. She is a just little kid but with very smart talking. I miss watching Little Lulu, too bad it's not being aired anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208659124833210322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEjf4JvHz9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dhjvxujGP-w/s200/littlelulushow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Below is a summary of the show's history. I got this via this link - - &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/the-little-lulu-show/show/10363/summary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.tv.com/the-little-lulu-show/show/10363/summary.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In Peeksil, New York there is a girl named Lulu Moppet. She and her gang of friends are always getting into trouble, solving mysteries, studying, doing something at school, or just hanging out. Lulu's father George is always sitting on the couch watching television, and bribing Lulu with money to do his duties, although Martha (Lulu's mom) always catches him. Lulu's best friend Annie is as smart as Lulu and helps Lulu in her plans to get revenge on Tubby and the fellers. Then there is Iggie, Tubby, Willie, Eddie, and Alvin who are members of The East Side Club and there are the rich couple Wilbur Van Snobbe and Gloria Darling. The Little Lulu Show lasted for for 3 seasons, 52 episodes. Each episode was formatted with three, 7-minute stories, and two 60-second short films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though The Little Lulu Show premiered in 1995, what you little kids may not know is that Little Lulu and friends first saw the light of day almost 70 years ago. In 1935, Marjorie Henderson Buell brought to the world the first Little Lulu comic strip. Since then Little Lulu, Tubby, Annie, and the rest of the gang have made appearances in comic books, commercials, short cartoons, and many other forms of media. If you'd like to read some Little Lulu comics,...click here&lt;br /&gt;These cartoons (many of them, at least) are 50-to-60-year-old stories, animated versions of the Little Lulu comic books from the 1940's and 50's. (John Stanley, who's been dead for years already, wrote the stories--though he did it as an employee of the comic book publisher and was never credited.) So that makes it even more remarkable how good they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Telecast: November 11, 1995&lt;br /&gt;Last Telecast: February 21, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Show Type: Animated Comedy&lt;br /&gt;Episodes: 52 color episodes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Characters:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: Feisty, resourceful, the plucky Lulu truely is a star. Lulu is not only a little girl, but a stand-up comedian. Lulu, we love you-lu just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubby Tubby lives up to his name. Decked-out as a little sailor, Tubby may be Lulu's friend, but he can be a real practical joker too. Not too bright either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie: Annie is Lulu's best girlfriend (and no, not "gay" girl friends). Annie is younger than Lulu, but is a faithful little sidekick. Older sister to Iggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggie: One of the "fellers". Iggie is a member of Tubby's club. Iggie's no brighter than Tubby, but can be quite standoffish. Little brother to Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie: Another member of Tubby's club. He's the oldest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie: Yet another member of Tubby's club. Hangs out with Willie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: The little pest of the neighborhood. He's always scheming his way into making Lulu tell him a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur: The richest and most rotten kid in town. In fact, his last name tells just what a "Van Snobbe" he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: The prettiest girl in town, who the fellers all go "gaga" for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer McNabb: The British patrolman of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Westside Boys: The biggest, meanest bullies from the Westside of town. They're always terrorising Tubby and the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Martha: Lulu's parents. Martha is a doting mother, while George is always sneaking out of his chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Little Lulu first appeared in "The Saturday Evening Post" in 1935.&lt;br /&gt;-There was an unsuccessful TV attemp in the 1970's called "Little Lulu and Friends".&lt;br /&gt;-Wilbur Van Snobbe's original name was "Wilber Van Snobble".&lt;br /&gt;-Jane Woods and Bruce Dinsmore also lended their voice talents to Wimzie's House.&lt;br /&gt;-Annie was supposed to be a preschooler, but why would Lulu hang out with a preschooler?&lt;br /&gt;-Lulu's parents aren't the only cartoon couple with the names "George and Martha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6740951381918585807?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6740951381918585807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6740951381918585807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6740951381918585807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6740951381918585807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-lulu-show.html' title='The Little Lulu Show'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEjf4JvHz9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dhjvxujGP-w/s72-c/littlelulushow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-225768914051392814</id><published>2008-06-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:28:44.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poet In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you never came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried to listen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you never spoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stumbled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you never helped me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you didn't calm me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I died, then I realized,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never did love me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like writing poems especially at times when my emotions are its extremes. I started writing poems when I was in second year high school and I really could not remember what inspired me to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The poem above is the first ever poem I was able to come up with. It was just a 10-liner poem but it made its way to the school paper. It got published in both my high school and college papers. That is why I'm kinda proud of this poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone asked me for whom did I dedicate this to and with all honesty, noone at that time when I wrote it because I wasn't a bit in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-225768914051392814?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/225768914051392814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=225768914051392814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/225768914051392814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/225768914051392814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/poet-in-me.html' title='The Poet In Me'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2402103524493511443</id><published>2008-06-04T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:00:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Must One Be Parted From One Whom One So Loves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just read one of Ludwig Van Beethoven's famous love letter and a line there inspired me to write this article...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be apart from the one you love most is the most agonizing thing one could ever have to go through. To have sleepless nights of constant thoughts of your love could be as cruel as death itself. And with this, I so wonder….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do lovers who claim to so dearly love each other choose to be apart? I could not comprehend how this should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not judge them with their reasons as it may be most true for them. Still, I am left puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have witnessed several common situations as this, though with different grounds, I could not help but be saddened with the thought that they have to submit themselves to endless desire of being with the ones they love most - - the ones they claim as their life, their all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be apart when you know you will be happiest together? Tell me please, help me grasp what you thought is best for you and your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me who has been in love with and loved by my truest love for almost eight years now, I would not have the courage to bid goodbye and be separated to him. It would cause my heart to unstoppably bleed. It would cause a lot of anguish…of sorrow… I so dread to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you, who bravely opted to separate yourself from your most true love, tell me this, are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2402103524493511443?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2402103524493511443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2402103524493511443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2402103524493511443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2402103524493511443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-must-one-be-parted-from-one-whom.html' title='Why Must One Be Parted From One Whom One So Loves?'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-101547567683553052</id><published>2008-06-03T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:25.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camiguin: Island Born of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got back from a one day exploration of the island of Camiguin last May 30th. I’ve wanted to visit the place ever since but never got the chance due to my work’s very hectic schedule. Good thing my boss permitted my applied vacation leave and with my constant pleading to my husband, he finally agreed to use his remaining leave credit and be with me on my vacation. Of course, we brought along our 6 year old daughter, Pia who was all excited as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved to travel that is why even with the knowledge that the trip to the island requires almost 10 hours, I never hesitated to take it. And so the trip started off….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY6kZvHz8I/AAAAAAAAACI/7-he_Nao8FE/s1600-h/DSC06610+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207914416158789570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="104" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY6kZvHz8I/AAAAAAAAACI/7-he_Nao8FE/s200/DSC06610+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Benoni Port, Camiguin at exactly 6:30 AM on May 30th with a very lovely sunrise greeting us. It was enough to take away the exhaustion from the very long trip we just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY2_ZvHzyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oJue9l1wlys/s1600-h/DSC06630+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207910481968746274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY2_ZvHzyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oJue9l1wlys/s200/DSC06630+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what did I love about Camiguin? Let me enumerate….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I love the coastal roads they have. The trip going to our ecolodge, Enigmata, which took about 30 minutes, didn’t bore me at all since the view and the beach definitely entertained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY3SJvHzzI/AAAAAAAAABA/MEDk10P_2ak/s1600-h/DSC06646+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207910804091293490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY3SJvHzzI/AAAAAAAAABA/MEDk10P_2ak/s200/DSC06646+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Camiguin has lots of ancestral houses…and they can be found right in the main streets of the island and since I love antiques, I’m always left opened-mouth every time I spot one. Too bad, I was not able to take pictures of every house I saw but I got one though, the ancestral house of the Corrales family, a famous clan in the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY3qZvHz0I/AAAAAAAAABI/xCsxNItlVBA/s1600-h/DSC06706+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207911220703121218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY3qZvHz0I/AAAAAAAAABI/xCsxNItlVBA/s200/DSC06706+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I love the oldie feeling of the Gui-ob Church Ruins. I love looking at the details of the walls of the church. You can still see shells and rocks that penetrated the walls, probably due to the eruption of the old volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, their beaches are so inviting with bluish-greenish clear waters. You can’t help but be tempted to take a dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY4U5vHz1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KyBSeUnfcVQ/s1600-h/DSC06729+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207911950847561554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="111" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY4U5vHz1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KyBSeUnfcVQ/s200/DSC06729+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I could laze in their coldest cold spring even at mid-day!!! You will never feel the heat of the sun when you’re sank in their cold spring pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY465vHz3I/AAAAAAAAABg/dAtW4l8ZJ0w/s1600-h/DSC06767+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207912603682590578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY465vHz3I/AAAAAAAAABg/dAtW4l8ZJ0w/s200/DSC06767+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, even how exhausting it was to climb the walkway to the old volcano, the experience of having reached the top and experiencing the 15 Stations of the Cross was very fulfilling. You’ll probably wonder how the people were able to get the statues up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY5S5vHz4I/AAAAAAAAABo/eyOzh2_g5zo/s1600-h/DSC06867+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207913015999451010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY5S5vHz4I/AAAAAAAAABo/eyOzh2_g5zo/s200/DSC06867+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, I loved having to experience sunset at the White Island, one of my best moments ever, especially with the fact that I spent it with Dennis and Pia, my be&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY5jpvHz5I/AAAAAAAAABw/DStPOAyBOzY/s1600-h/DSC06640+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207913303762259858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY5jpvHz5I/AAAAAAAAABw/DStPOAyBOzY/s200/DSC06640+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, I loved the fact that I was able to finally stay and sleep in a treehouse which is a childhood dream of mine. A dream fulfilled in Camiguin. The house was filled with artistically made crafts… by creative hands and minds. A piece of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY54ZvHz6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sy9x-lKKhXw/s1600-h/DSC06891+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207913660244545442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="111" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY54ZvHz6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sy9x-lKKhXw/s200/DSC06891+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth, I could sleep in their hot spring forever!!! It was truly therapeutic. All the exhaustion from our 1 day tour vanished after a 2 hour dip in the hot spring. I so loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY6IJvHz7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ykBiyoXTVL8/s1600-h/DSC06731+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207913930827485106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY6IJvHz7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ykBiyoXTVL8/s200/DSC06731+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth, I had one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten my whole life in Camiguin! We had lunch at the Sto. Niño Cold Spring…we had tinolang lapu-lapu, sinugbang songhan (my first time to eat this fish and it was incredibly delicious!) and deep-fried native chicken (so tasty!) To add, we had fresh bukos as beverages!!! Super sulit meal and all at Php 452.00 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camiguin is indeed one of the best memories I have… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-101547567683553052?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/101547567683553052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=101547567683553052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/101547567683553052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/101547567683553052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/camiguin-island-born-of-fire.html' title='Camiguin: Island Born of Fire'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEY6kZvHz8I/AAAAAAAAACI/7-he_Nao8FE/s72-c/DSC06610+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-874821146565859434</id><published>2008-06-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:02:59.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a love letter written by Juan Luna...I just don't know for whom...It's quiet a sad love letter I should say, and I love it....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday my dearest, some things will be easier to understand. Time takes care of the truths we hold in our hearts, the most sacred things that sometimes have to be hidden, even from ourselves. We both accepted the uncertainty that threatened all our tomorrows and we tried not to let it matter and yet, it does matter for what use is a world that can only be real for a moment. Somehow, we all seek an amount of uncertainty in out lives, or else we lose whatever little grasp we have of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always love you. That’s the only thing that will remain with me even after everything else has gone. What we had is the most real thing that even happened in my life. However, much it had been cloaked by deceit and lies. I don’t think that there could be anything else I would live or die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can’t continue to live within this world we’ve created for ourselves when another world exists outside, a world that will never give us a chance. I would have wanted to risk everything for you, but I can’t. Some realities are just far greater that you and I can’t continue to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, it was such a good dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-874821146565859434?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/874821146565859434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=874821146565859434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/874821146565859434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/874821146565859434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-637106528524855923</id><published>2008-06-03T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:03:51.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four All Who Reed And Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone forwarded me this article and it does make a lot of sense...^__^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes; but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim. Let's face it, English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea, nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce, and hammers don't ham? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends, but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes, I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down; in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang masasabi ko lang...oo nga naman....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-637106528524855923?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/637106528524855923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=637106528524855923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/637106528524855923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/637106528524855923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/four-all-who-reed-and-right.html' title='Four All Who Reed And Right'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-6938891738281084877</id><published>2008-06-03T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:26.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pia...A Certified Biyahera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was just a kid, whenever we go road tripping, I often experience nausea and I still have this travel sickness even until now and so I’d still have to take a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luvtristan.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEUZMAoKCDAAAEfPC7U1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ill every time I go travelin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2IJvHzuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N6nMkZd2EZ4/s1600-h/DSC06606+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207839164036796130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2IJvHzuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N6nMkZd2EZ4/s200/DSC06606+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g. Fortunately, Pia, my 6 year old kid, doesn’t have the same that is why as young as she is now, we’d take her wherever we go. And this kid’s got too much energy; I really wonder where it’s coming from knowing that she’s really petite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first long trip was when she was still 5 years old…to Butuan. We were attending my inaanak’s baptismal and so we brought her along. We were very worried that she might get tantrums while in the bus or might go pee all the time so I had to force her wear diapers which she was really not agreeable with. She kept telling me “I’m n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luvtristan.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEUZbgoKCDAAAFO1TCw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ot a baby anymore.” Still, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luvtristan.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEUZbgoKCDAAAFO1TCw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; forced her. She was really excited to ride the bus which she calls a train at that time, by the way, and amazingly, she never gave me a problem the whole trip. She was enjoying the view and when &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2YJvHzvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Gg9LA7kUkKY/s1600-h/DSC06648+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207839438914703090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2YJvHzvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Gg9LA7kUkKY/s200/DSC06648+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we got to Butuan, she was still in the highest level of energy, unlike me who was all tired already. That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luvtristan.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEUZoAoKCDAAAFUuUbk1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; time, I was just glad that she survived the whole 14 hours ride to and from Butuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, after our Camiguin trip, I can now say that my child is certainly a Certified Biyahera who, for the whole 19 hours to and from Camiguin, she never gave a sign of exhaustion. Never had any tantrum of any sort and this time, she insisted she’d not wear diapers at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can just imagine, we left Davao Thursday night &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2u5vHzxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T7KOkwHrSTc/s1600-h/DSC06655+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207839829756727058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2u5vHzxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/T7KOkwHrSTc/s200/DSC06655+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at 9PM and arrived in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luvtristan.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SEUZyQoKCDAAAGDbADg1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; CDO at 3AM. Then we headed towards Balingoan which took 1.5 hours and then boarded MV Yuhum towards Camiguin which was 1 hour long. The whole trip was without stops and rests. Right after arriving in Enigmata, we just changed clothes and had a quick brea&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2kJvHzwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gKJvwZWwmQE/s1600-h/DSC06655+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kfast and then proceeded immediately with our island tour which took the whole day. Our tour lasted until 10PM in the evening. So you see, from Thursday night to Friday night, we never really had much sleep or rest and yet, Pia was still all energetic. The next day, we were off our way back home which will take another 9.5 hours. The whole trip to Davao, she just slept like for an hour. We were all sleeping including the other passengers but she was still playing with her Barney toy and looking out the window just enjoying the view. As for me, I was asleep the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pildi ko sa akoa anak oy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-6938891738281084877?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6938891738281084877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=6938891738281084877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6938891738281084877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/6938891738281084877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-piaa-certified-biyahera.html' title='My Pia...A Certified Biyahera'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SEX2IJvHzuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N6nMkZd2EZ4/s72-c/DSC06606+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1977771242578481014</id><published>2008-05-18T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:27.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samal: Island Tour 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Highbound Adventures Society, Inc. sponsored a Php300.00 worth island tour of Samal last May. Since Jed, an officemate, is a member of the group, we got tickets right away as early as April. I joined the tour with Dennis and Pia, some officemates and some close friends. Since meals are not included in the fee, we decided to bring food individually and just share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so May 17 came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCoZxvLfAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ilqpl6Huy0c/s1600-h/DSC06464+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210849929669082114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCoZxvLfAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ilqpl6Huy0c/s200/DSC06464+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCntAMuhBI/AAAAAAAAADw/PE3MP4xAYcs/s1600-h/DSC06464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;place is at the Sta. Ana Wharf where we will be boarding a 150 capacity barge, our tour boat. There were a lot who joined the tour, I was kind of surprised about it, and since we boarded last, we were left with backseats but no complaints though. After some waiting for latecomers, the journey started off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tour guide in front who talks about every spots we passed. He was using this amplifier so everyone could hear but it wasn’t beneficial for us at all who are situated at the back. So instead of listening to him, we just let the tour map guide us. They gave out maps as well. In addition, as part of their gimmick, they raffled out our tickets and gave out sim&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCozgZfzGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/64mFiqLwMGM/s1600-h/DSC06474+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850371691334754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCozgZfzGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/64mFiqLwMGM/s200/DSC06474+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ple but memorable tokens of all sorts, from keyholders, tumblers, bracelets, necklaces, hammocks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCpNOL0GXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VPt4NGrpaOA/s1600-h/DSC06488+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850813478705522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCpNOL0GXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VPt4NGrpaOA/s200/DSC06488+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were 3 dropoffs…first stop was on the Vanishing Island which I really loved. It was truly beautiful! They call it the Vanishing Island because it actually vanishes when the tide is high. They built a cottage there though for whatever purpose people may use it for. There aren’t many trees as well &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCpX2epSzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fLZPSzw9otk/s1600-h/DSC06493+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850996093799218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCpX2epSzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fLZPSzw9otk/s200/DSC06493+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but I noticed that there are mangrove trees just planted so I guess, in the future, we’ll be able to see more trees on the island. The sands is so, so white!!! We spotted huge starfishes as well with different colors. The dropoff was just for 15 minutes so we took the chance of taking as many photos as we can on the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to our next stop, we passed on many beach resorts, and I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCp_MMkGKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-yHL7SnCiuE/s1600-h/DSC06509+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210851671938439330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCp_MMkGKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-yHL7SnCiuE/s200/DSC06509+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was amazed at&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqFEzhazI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hUTtsVWLsgw/s1600-h/DSC06519+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210851773033573170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqFEzhazI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hUTtsVWLsgw/s200/DSC06519+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how resorts has mushroomed the island of Samal. There were a lot!!! We were able to pass on Pearl Farm which, unfortunately, I still haven’t stepped on to, and there was also this zipline where you’ll land right on the beach. Cool! I’d like to try that one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqku9TRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9YocgMPMFJo/s1600-h/DSC06542+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210852316924822802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqku9TRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9YocgMPMFJo/s200/DSC06542+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is on our lunch dropoff which is in Kaputian Beach Resort. The place is also nice with its real blue waters and white sand. There were many people that time so we were n&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqcikD8oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EP2_Yj2vDmw/s1600-h/DSC06521+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210852176158782082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqcikD8oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EP2_Yj2vDmw/s200/DSC06521+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot able to grab a cottage so what we did was just put some blankets on the grassy parts of the island and enjoyed a picnic-style lunch buffet. Lunch is only for an hour so we just lazed in the island for a while and then boarded again the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop is at Babo Santa, Talikud Island for some quick swimming. On our way there, we passed by Isla Reta which I haven’t gone to as well, and which I would really love to go to. One of these days, I hope. Finally, our last dropoff, Babo Santa. It was kind of different compared to my last visit more than 2 years ago. It’s more crowded and the beach was flooded with boats. Sadly too, I was looking forward to enjoying fresh bukos which I was able the last time, but there weren’t any this time. So, to pass the time, I decided to just take pictures instead of swimming. I was able to capture some nice shots of the island with my models (Mishi and Val) in tail. After an hour, we were already getting ready on our way back. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210852439068981330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCqr1-vOFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ddae-iwibQo/s200/DSC06572+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, it was a tiring but fun and educational day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1977771242578481014?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1977771242578481014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1977771242578481014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1977771242578481014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1977771242578481014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/samal-island-tour-2008.html' title='Samal: Island Tour 2008'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SFCoZxvLfAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ilqpl6Huy0c/s72-c/DSC06464+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-1484207534114636540</id><published>2008-03-29T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:31.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at Eden Nature Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51zdYF_PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBNWYrcke9E/s1600-h/DSC05619+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214734945461075186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51zdYF_PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBNWYrcke9E/s200/DSC05619+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We spent Easter Sunday at Eden Nature Park in Bayabas, Toril. I called them up a week ago and they said they have several Easter activities lined up for kids and so I thought my Pia would just love it. We took two of our friend, Redz and Fojie (BF-GF); it was their first time and my husband’s too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, the trip to Eden is quite long, but the higher you are in the mountains, the more you’ll enjoy nature and its wonders. You’d immediately forget the hassles of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We purchased a lunch buffet package of Php420.00 each and a guided shuttle tour to the g&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5wvjWHKoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U5ljMzDvNG0/s1600-h/DSC05622+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214729380785760898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5wvjWHKoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U5ljMzDvNG0/s200/DSC05622+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arden at Php50.00&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5w7-SVKGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5esUyxSG5Pw/s1600-h/DSC05680+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214729594176088162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5w7-SVKGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5esUyxSG5Pw/s200/DSC05680+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; each. The whole tour took an hour with our English-speaking guide explaining to us how the park came to be. And with each spot we passed by, she sure has a lot to say about it. Along the way, we got to see the different cottages in the park all available for accommodation. We also passed by their green houses, all abundant with vegetables. There were a lot of planted herbs which the guide gave us samples to smell….and I would say, they smell really good, I had no idea there were herbs like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5xWkn-iRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GuTqweNS-k/s1600-h/DSC05653+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730051144026386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5xWkn-iRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5GuTqweNS-k/s200/DSC05653+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stopovers during the tour, one at the ampitheatre which has an overlooking view o&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5xfVQEuII/AAAAAAAAAFw/e2lazyJvMRc/s1600-h/DSC05634+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730201636059266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5xfVQEuII/AAAAAAAAAFw/e2lazyJvMRc/s200/DSC05634+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f Davao and which has a variety of pretty and colorful flowe&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5xn1XRh9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x8sp9mfkr-A/s1600-h/DSC05636+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730347695146962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" height="104" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5xn1XRh9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x8sp9mfkr-A/s200/DSC05636+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rs. It is very i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5x8dwBwEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_MY1NlzmXX4/s1600-h/DSC05686+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730702133772354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5x8dwBwEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_MY1NlzmXX4/s200/DSC05686+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;deal for weddings. The second stop was at Lola’s Garden which is filled with gumamelas and other native flowers. There was a nipa hut in there with a carabao at its side. There was also this wishing well, which they named Mayumi’s wishing well, the owne&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5yIT8VGBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LBZvxwSH9C8/s1600-h/DSC05687+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214730905659447314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="110" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5yIT8VGBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LBZvxwSH9C8/s200/DSC05687+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r’s daughter’s name, which is filled with floating gumamela flowers of different colors&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5yd_nl5AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CBmDt7_IQ1Y/s1600-h/DSC05688+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214731278160880642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="88" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5yd_nl5AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CBmDt7_IQ1Y/s200/DSC05688+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was truly &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5yyobzhjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yGOf9nINXGA/s1600-h/DSC05738+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214731632714679858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5yyobzhjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yGOf9nINXGA/s200/DSC05738+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful. As the tour continues, the guide showed us all the other attractions in the park which we could later on check out. The guide also brought us to the highest level of the park which is 3000 feet above sea level. What I also love about the park is that it has so many pine trees and the climate is nicely cold, you’d think you’re not in Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for lunch, we let Pia play at their playground&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5zLQdEaTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RQSGWKoa2ic/s1600-h/DSC05722+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214732055774259506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="103" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5zLQdEaTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RQSGWKoa2ic/s200/DSC05722+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and we enjoyed &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5zndhytEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hBdtjq7RgwY/s1600-h/DSC05710+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214732540320068674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="88" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5zndhytEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hBdtjq7RgwY/s200/DSC05710+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ourselves as well riding in the Indiana Jones ride. And then lunch time came….There were so much food of all varieties. If I were a vegetarian, I would definitely enjoy their very colorful super fresh salads. All the vegetables they used in their menus were taken right from their gardens. I super enjoyed their baked macaroni, I had 2 servings. I would have to say, the package was kind of expensive but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF50K6ybkiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ASsBRKhdCZo/s1600-h/DSC05780+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214733149469905442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF50K6ybkiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ASsBRKhdCZo/s200/DSC05780+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right after lunch, the magic show which they prepared for the kids started. The magician was James of Okiddo, a local show, and Pia, as expected, was so amazed with his tricks...all kids were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later, we explored more of the place by hiking and ended up in the Fishing Village. We tri&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5zwwXF4-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/pzv5TvI98eQ/s1600-h/DSC05834+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214732699994285026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF5zwwXF4-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/pzv5TvI98eQ/s200/DSC05834+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed our luck on fishing...they all caught some, all of them except&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51ATX1nuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r69hYAFfjZk/s1600-h/DSC05865+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214734066602319586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" height="83" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51ATX1nuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r69hYAFfjZk/s200/DSC05865+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me!!! All in all, we were able to catch 2 kilos of tilapia, 7 pieces in all and we &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF50vqYAAPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DudrxCyfpxI/s1600-h/DSC05864+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214733780719239410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" height="88" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF50vqYAAPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DudrxCyfpxI/s200/DSC05864+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decided to hav&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF50XUCNYiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3dIv2QNHqf8/s1600-h/DSC05843+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214733362405401122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF50XUCNYiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3dIv2QNHqf8/s200/DSC05843+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e it cooked and ate all of it. Whew!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51VU9W6lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bKngiv1iBGs/s1600-h/DSC05863+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214734427805379154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" height="80" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51VU9W6lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bKngiv1iBGs/s200/DSC05863+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! We had it cooked in 3 different dishes, 1. deep fried, 2. grilled and 3. pinaputok (covered in banana leaves and deep fried...unique!) All were sinfully delicious!!! I felt so bloated after eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After all that, we headed straight home and slept!! The hike got us all tired. No one dared eat dinner anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-1484207534114636540?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1484207534114636540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=1484207534114636540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1484207534114636540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/1484207534114636540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/easter-at-eden-nature-park.html' title='Easter at Eden Nature Park'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SF51zdYF_PI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBNWYrcke9E/s72-c/DSC05619+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496077525581269979.post-2067136643672908050</id><published>2008-02-10T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:54:33.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canibad: A Glimpse of Paradise</title><content type='html'>Last February 2008, feeling adventurous and all, I went off with Dennis and Pia together with my crazy officemates to Canibad….an island in Brgy. Aundanao, Samal. We heard about the place through Jed and got so intrigued with the photographs we saw of the island. According to sources, it is a secret paradise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE92UJ6cr6I/AAAAAAAAACY/V6LXskLLAGk/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210513382521483170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="131" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE92UJ6cr6I/AAAAAAAAACY/V6LXskLLAGk/s200/DSC04428.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after all plans have been carefully ironed out, at a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE925o42JWI/AAAAAAAAACg/hc4jmv1OpY8/s1600-h/DSC04444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210514026491422050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE925o42JWI/AAAAAAAAACg/hc4jmv1OpY8/s200/DSC04444.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very early morning, we met at Sasa wharf to board a barge towards Samal port. From there, we rode a rental jeepney @ Php75.00 each which took us to Brgy. Aundanao. The trip took almost an hour…a scorching hour of rough and dusty road but then again, there was no stopping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE93hjoBoiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M0BAyTNP9Uk/s1600-h/DSC04449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210514712273461794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE93hjoBoiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M0BAyTNP9Uk/s200/DSC04449.JPG" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE93cEw8JqI/AAAAAAAAACw/5RXtB_n5F3k/s1600-h/DSC04446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210514618090006178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE93cEw8JqI/AAAAAAAAACw/5RXtB_n5F3k/s200/DSC04446.JPG" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the driver declared “we’re here!” Yahoo!!! But to my dismay, we were still to go down a very steep hill to finally arrive to the so claimed “secret paraiso!” But then again, the experience at that hill was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210514280990318946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE93Ic-HIWI/AAAAAAAAACo/owqpYBInUGk/s200/DSC04445.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;Finally finall&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94JBYDiHI/AAAAAAAAADA/YS0Mg_EZ7AA/s1600-h/DSC04564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210515390274439282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="119" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94JBYDiHI/AAAAAAAAADA/YS0Mg_EZ7AA/s200/DSC04564.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y, we arrived!!! Canibad at last! I must say after seeing the island, all t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94POEp8KI/AAAAAAAAADI/i7CH2I_kLr4/s1600-h/DSC04570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210515496761946274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94POEp8KI/AAAAAAAAADI/i7CH2I_kLr4/s200/DSC04570.JPG" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat we had to go through getting to this place was all so worth it. I fell in love with it right after seeing how the combinations of green and lush coco trees, the bluest blue but very clear waters, the white sands, rock formations and the peaceful ambiance made it perfect for stress release. I felt relaxed right away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210515955710647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94p7yjXVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/I-emc2NrzYA/s200/DSC04552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast in the island. I had so much fun taking a dip at dusk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…enjoyed sitting by the bonfire Jed made at night… &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94vj0D9lI/AAAAAAAAADY/qaIAfwwnW7g/s1600-h/DSC04617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210516052353742418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE94vj0D9lI/AAAAAAAAADY/qaIAfwwnW7g/s200/DSC04617.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…got &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE95Piqs1iI/AAAAAAAAADg/UkXOALGEHLY/s1600-h/DSC04695%2520%255B800x600%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210516601801856546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE95Piqs1iI/AAAAAAAAADg/UkXOALGEHLY/s200/DSC04695%2520%255B800x600%255D.JPG" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;open-mouthed at the starry skies (something you’ll never see in the city)…&lt;br /&gt;…a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE95WHqdfaI/AAAAAAAAADo/MqGAZbgwulk/s1600-h/DSC04759%2520%255B800x600%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210516714812177826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE95WHqdfaI/AAAAAAAAADo/MqGAZbgwulk/s200/DSC04759%2520%255B800x600%255D.JPG" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mazed at the firefly-filled tree beside our cottage…&lt;br /&gt;…sleeping with the soothing sound of the waves as lullaby…&lt;br /&gt;…breathe-taken with the lovely sunrise…&lt;br /&gt;…photoshoot at the rock formations….&lt;br /&gt;…and had simple but real good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing place… Good food… Super fun company….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like to share some tips if you decide to check out the place…&lt;br /&gt;1. There is still no electricity so if you have chargeable lights, bring one.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring spiked shoes or slippers (for going down and climbing the hill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s it…there are stores there so you need not bring beverages. They sell a 1 liter coke at Php30.00 only. But then again, that was still last February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more pictures of my Canibad adventure, click the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://luvtristan.multiply.com/photos/album/48/Canibad_A_Taste_of_Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496077525581269979-2067136643672908050?l=clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2067136643672908050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496077525581269979&amp;postID=2067136643672908050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2067136643672908050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496077525581269979/posts/default/2067136643672908050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairebearsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/canibad-glimpse-of-paradise.html' title='Canibad: A Glimpse of Paradise'/><author><name>Claire Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16248979453543130870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Eodhff0fQ/TyDciyBrzVI/AAAAAAAABIs/Xjyy9G2mVP4/s220/pia%2Band%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xdp0mitsDGQ/SE92UJ6cr6I/AAAAAAAAACY/V6LXskLLAGk/s72-c/DSC04428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
