<?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-1464606594007491962</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:53:47.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kia's Another Web Presence</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, moods, emotions, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-8647196185953800648</id><published>2010-09-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T06:08:43.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a 'No'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last summer, the idea of taking up a post graduate course came into my mind. I thought of taking up a Masters Degree but the course I wanted is not available here. So I decided to take up my dream post grad course when I was in college. I told myself I will finish it whatever happens. A very traumatic incident in our family also happened, which urged me to take up such course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon the start of classes, I requested Dad to remove the TV from my room so that I could really focus on my readings. I even asked a bag from my sister where I could place at least two Law books (which my family calls &lt;i&gt;'Bibliya'&lt;/i&gt;) at the same time. I also told everybody in the house to excuse me from house chores for four years since there would be no time for me to do such stuffs for I have to read after classes after work hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I inculcated in my mind that I will take up the nerve wrecking, brain cracking Bar exams after four years and be a lawyer after five years. The zest had always been here in my heart and mind, specially that my family, colleagues, and Boss have been supportive of me from my taking the entrance exam up to going out earlier from the office so as not to be late in classes. Most of my friends though were skeptic about my decision. Some even laughed at it, which is made me feel insulted. Well, I am happy to say that I have answered accurately the questions thrown to me during recitations, modesty aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second month of classes came and my work was  shrinking into my system that started my absences from classes since I could not read for the next lessons anymore. Yes, I do not go to classes whenever I am not prepared. This has always been my attitude since elementary. Fortunately though, when I was still an undergrad, my focus then was only on my studies so I was always prepared then. I tried to catch up with my studies but things happening now say &lt;i&gt;"Kia, it's a No to lawyering." &lt;/i&gt;These "things" I want to keep for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, it's a "Yes". I am conceding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not regret the expenses and efforts I incurred for at least I have experienced what it is like to study in the Best Law School in Southern Luzon. And this very short experience, worth it! It added my confidence and of course fed me some knowledge I was craving for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my work and will not do anything to compromise it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-8647196185953800648?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/8647196185953800648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/8647196185953800648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/8647196185953800648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-no.html' title='It&apos;s a &apos;No&apos;'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-1588586036270824819</id><published>2010-09-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:15:52.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got the chance to blog again after so many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has never been this exhausting and busy yet exciting. From hardly getting up to work, to logging into my Yahoo Messenger and Facebook (yes, because I sometimes do transactions via the site) accounts, reports generation and follow up, answering some phone calls, attending meetings, drafting lots of memorandum, doing lots of paper works, hurrying up to go to school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumustahan&lt;/span&gt; in the house, chatting with Lawrence, watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;, and listening to love songs to make me asleep -- wow! Life is great! I am loving it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast. I thought I could not bare Lawrence's distance from me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero kaya naman pala at kailangang kayanin pa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office, we are preparing for the &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://dti.gov.ph/dti/index.php?p=134"&gt;Orgullo Kan Bikol-Regional Trade Fair and Bicol Investment Conference &lt;/a&gt;on October 7-10, 2010 at the SM Megamall. For three consecutive years, I was just a mere spectator and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taga-bili ng tingi&lt;/span&gt;, but now, and hopefully for many years still, I am one of the organizers. And wow, preparing for such event is really exhausting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt;. Some of my provincial counterparts even tell me naku-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;culture shock na raw ako &lt;/span&gt;since I am very new in the Regional Office. Well, not really a shock for me. Yes, it is exhausting that even in my dreams, the papers on my table are there plus the reports and the queries of my counterparts. But these are some of the things that make me happy. After all, I believe I am born to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have not reported to one subject for one month now because I really cannot read cases anymore that whenever I get home, I just want to lay down and rest and sometimes  just loose my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaaannngg sssaarraaappp ng&lt;/span&gt; life!!! Since 2010 started, there were so many first times that happened to me, which make my life very challenging and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I realized, all my prayers were answered and that is really something to be thankful of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to fill another page again of this site soon. I miss writing. I miss writing. I don't even know if this blog would still work, but if I do not try it again,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kelan pa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Let us love each other. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masaya lang, at palagi dapat&lt;/span&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/1464606594007491962-1588586036270824819?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/1588586036270824819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/1588586036270824819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/1588586036270824819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-1196073918547066458</id><published>2010-06-10T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:07:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I learned just recently (like two weeks ago) that three of my friends are getting married next month, another will tie the knot next year, and another in 2012, I asked Mom why these things are happening -- I mean, why are my friends getting married at our age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remember that you are one year younger than your batch mates. It could also be that they could already finance a family. But whatever the reason is, it is their choice. Why? Do you also want to get married now?"&lt;/span&gt; -- with an angry yet smiling face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My answer to her question was, of course, not yet. I have so many reasons on this and the very basic is the financial constraint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for me, marriage is sacred. No one or nothing should break it, only death. I think it would devoid me from some or most of the things I love doing now. Yes, I should be ready for it sometime soon. But as of now, I am still preparing for it. My partner is also doing the same. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ehem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wedding announcements came as a shock for me until I thought perhaps they are ready for it, after all we have come of age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I admit, I sometimes envy those people of my age who are now engaged or have just got married and have kids. But what can I do? I am not yet ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I get married, I want a peaceful and secured life. I want a close bond with my husband's kin and friends. I still would want to tell my husband if I have a crush on someone else; after all, I think admiration should not stop once one's civil status changes from S to M. I would want to give my child the basic things he/she needs, not the luxuries of life. I want to be the best Mom and wife I could ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Indeed, I am not getting any younger and time flies so fast. Today is the start of my post-graduate studies days, which would determine my future, my family's future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To my friends who are getting married soon, my best wishes to all of you. I am happy for all of you. You are now just a few steps closer to the "This is it life". May you live a Christian life.&lt;/span&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/1464606594007491962-1196073918547066458?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/1196073918547066458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/06/beyond-weddings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/1196073918547066458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/1196073918547066458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/06/beyond-weddings.html' title='Beyond weddings'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-9169322819982586492</id><published>2010-05-03T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:44:14.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am definitely excited about our country's future with a new president along with relatively new governance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, I am excited for accessible hospitals with sufficient equipment for all; paperless requirements for microfinancing; appropriate job-matching; greener Philippines; increased minimum wage; continued Holiday Economics; increased benefits for farmers, construction workers, junk shop workforce  and their families; and justice for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, what are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media says Filipinos are now wise voters as we have already experienced several political unrest issues that, I think, need not be brought up here. It also says the youth is already aware of what is going on and how to exercise their right on May 10, 2010 and what it means when one exercises his right to suffrage. I really hope so. I am keeping my fingers crossed on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our next leaders fail, majority of the voting public should be blamed because their powers put those leaders in the ranks. Ergo, these majority should vote for the right candidate so that no one is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay nako! Bumoto kasi tayo nang tama!&lt;/span&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/1464606594007491962-9169322819982586492?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/9169322819982586492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/05/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/9169322819982586492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/9169322819982586492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/05/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-2230186442864646397</id><published>2010-04-26T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:31:54.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the regions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in Manila last week for a six-day training. Upon arrival there, things were definitely not new to me. But when I stayed for awhile at Lawrence's place, my used-to-be-second-home there had some changes like the absence of his housemate's pet monkey, his new roommate, and a dirt filter in their kitchen faucet. I really missed the place because it was my second abode for nine months where my boyfriend and I used to do most of our stuffs. Well, generally, I miss the Metropolis life notwithstanding the high cost of living and pollution. (".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of our training, I felt like I really did not know why I was the one sent there since I was the youngest and the newest member in the group; ergo I do not know the topics when I first glanced at the programme. But as the days went on, I eventually got along with the group and realized I already learned the topics when I was still in college but things are really different when one is already on the field or actually doing the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training was somewhat a review of what I have learned in school and integrating it in the projects of the government. That, for me, is cool. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first day, I decided to go to my former workplace since I could not do a thing comfortably in Manila than doing it in my former office. It's a secret actually. Haha. I am happy that the warmth of the people there never changed at all. My peers and I had dinner in a nearby street,  discovered a store nearby, and went out of the store with smiling faces. ("P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second and third days were not that memorable to me, though the learning I got was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, the participants from Mindanao insisted that we go to Trinoma Mall and then ride the MRT upon going home. So we did with me as the tour guide. I bet they had a really different experience with that activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day, from the training venue, I was lucky to ride the Department's shuttle bus -- my most often mode of transportation going to the boarding house when I was still in Manila -- when I went to my former employer to get an important document. ("+) I was saved from the stop overs of jeepneys, fare, the risks of being with strangers, and most especially, the extreme heat that Metro Manila is experiencing. Really extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day, I was so excited to go home that I could not even eat well as I was excited to tell my family the experiences I had with my very first nation-wide training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that week-long training! I thought it was long, but if one really enjoys, time runs so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to more similar activities as I need those in my career and personal growth as well.&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/1464606594007491962-2230186442864646397?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/2230186442864646397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/04/meeting-regions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2230186442864646397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2230186442864646397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/04/meeting-regions.html' title='Meeting the regions'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-2983883930142260188</id><published>2010-04-04T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:25:10.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow marks my 14th day here in Bicol while today is the start of my 2nd week as a government employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first three days, I had to go out of the office every now and then to  accomplish my appointment requirements. Meanwhile, just today, the ribbon-cutting of the DTI-sponsored exhibit and trade fair was held and I was so happy because I also had my hands on the preparation of the story board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important people I saw during the ribbon-cutting include Sen. Loren Legarda, Albay Gov. Joey Salceda, and a beauty queen cutting the ribbon; capitol staff and personnel wearing a common shirt and joining the parade; the media covering the event, which is not anymore new to me since I worked with the Department's Communications and Media Office before; the DTI-5 Assistant Regional Director asking me how am I doing and telling me it is better to live in the province; and my buds from the Business Development Division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here is really different from my urban life back in the Metropolis. Here, I must always think about my family on the expenses and other decisions; whereas in Manila, I should always think of my survival, only my survival. After all, this is how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last few days in Manila, I thought I would be somewhat difficult for me to adjust with the life here because I was already used to speedy transactions and movements of the people along the streets. But I realized, I was once like the people here. So I said to myself, this is the time to relax along the streets or in the malls and pursue a post graduate study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will apply in my present job whatever technical work I have learned from my former officemates and bosses. But I need more and will be needing more, thus, should learn more.&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/1464606594007491962-2983883930142260188?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/2983883930142260188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2983883930142260188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2983883930142260188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-week.html' title='2nd Week'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4584664086766756195</id><published>2010-03-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:20:20.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and catharsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After more than two years of being a Contractual Employee and struggling with the traffic, noise, pollution, and strangers, I am now going back to Bicol as a regular government employee. The informal notice came just yesterday. Sad to say, I have to leave the Head Office before the month ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon learning my application status, I felt mixed emotions, until now. I feel sad that I have to leave so soon to give way for a better employment status in the province, which gave me a catharsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss every thing I had here in Manila -- officemates, housemates, food, liberty, spots, noise, and speedy transactions. I even told my Bosses this is both a sad and happy event: sad because I will have to leave my long-time workplace and the bonding among us in the office; and happy in such a way that I have at last got a permanent position in the government and I would again be living with my family. But they told me, this is how life really goes -- every thing must grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things and events in the province are not anymore new to me since I was born and raised there. But because I am already used to the situation here in the Metropolis, I will again have to get used to what the provincial life has to offer, after all, this is for my growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, since yesterday, I cannot understand what my tummy wants. I still eat (a lot, haha), but I just excrete my intakes afterwards; and my whole body is aching. I understand this is the effect of mixed emotions that I have been feeling since yesterday -- sadness and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best not to cry, but I guess my tears will just inevitably fall from my eyes on my last day in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss every thing here in the Metropolis. But the career that is waiting for me in the province is what I have been waiting for and I know I will be happy with my family and working with my fellow Bicolanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This swallowing is bitter as leaving is really a hard thing to do. But I know the fruits I will be harvesting would be sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, my Department of Trade and Industry-Communications and Media Office (DTI-CMO) family. Hello, my DTI-Region 5 family.&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/1464606594007491962-4584664086766756195?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4584664086766756195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-and-catharsis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4584664086766756195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4584664086766756195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-and-catharsis.html' title='Pain and catharsis'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-8266560175416179426</id><published>2010-03-10T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:27:35.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh! Hhhot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The country is now experiencing climate change. As early as February this year, atmospheric temperature is already high, as if we are experiencing early summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, am experiencing it before and after office hours. Imagine, at night, our room utilizes 4 electric fans - a stand fan, desk fan, ceiling fan, and wall fan - all at the same time at its supposed to be coolest temperature. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero parang wa epek pa rin sa ssssooobbrrraaaang init!&lt;/span&gt; My lipsticks are also already destroyed by the extreme heat, so I have to buy replacements for those. Also, I need to buy indoor clothes, which are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nipis&lt;/span&gt; for me to survive the heat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk, magastos pala ang&lt;/span&gt; climate change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky I have an office-based work, wherein &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naka&lt;/span&gt;-aircon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nang bongga &lt;/span&gt;for eight hours. I pity those into Sales who still need to transfer from one place to another just to sell their items. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay... &lt;/span&gt;On this, all I can say is that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mahirap kumita ng pera &lt;/span&gt;and the labor market is another topic, which my boyfriend wanted me to write about (but I really can't unless contest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ito&lt;/span&gt;. hehe)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People, if climate changes, we can do more by starting it less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 27 March 2010, let us all participate in the Earth Hour at 8:30-9:30PM - an hour of lights-off against climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, Juan! Make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1464606594007491962-8266560175416179426?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/8266560175416179426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/03/uh-hhhot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/8266560175416179426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/8266560175416179426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/03/uh-hhhot.html' title='Uh! Hhhot!'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-5966249567542179159</id><published>2010-02-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:53:21.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing *breathes out loudly*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promise myself the next job I will have would be a non-writing one. Um, let us just say I have reached the diminishing utility in writing. But how would I be able to have a non-writing career when all I have practiced and my past and present jobs are into intensive writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thinking on what course to take up in college, I told my parents I wanted a Communications-related course, specifically Journalism or Broadcasting. But we do not have the resources then for me to study in a school that offers quality Communications-related courses so I took up AB Economics instead. I loved the subject since its introduction to me by our Social Studies teacher. This has entirely washed away my thoughts on taking up a Comm course but, still, I did not give up my extra-curricular activities on writing stuffs such as being part of our high school Editorial Board and writing and oratorical contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college years came and I told myself I would still be active in extra-curricular activities while maintaining my scholarship. I became officer of various school organizations and staff of the college publication. I resigned as a staff member to give way for my academic demands. But when our Departmental Publication Editor-in-Chief (EIC) offered me a slot in the paper, I immediately said "yes"; and when our college emerged as a new one, I was one of those who urged the college admin to build up a new publication, of which I became one of the founding members, Associate Editor, and Editor-in-Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated "OK" while combining my then dream of being a Comm student, through my publication involvement, and an Econ student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days before our graduation, my then employer called me up. The Human Resource Officer told me to report in their office as an employee after I graduate. Overwhelmed, I immediately grabbed the opportunity. I felt so lucky because I did not experience "super job hunting" under the sun. Three months later, I felt the atmosphere there was not for me and I decided to stop my writing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resigned to do walk-in applications in various banks. I learned from a friend that one private bank, where he is an employee, was about to hire me but the management learned I was already hired by and working in the Department of Trade and Industry (DTI) as a...what else, Writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year ago, I once again felt the diminishing utility in writing plus the fact that my salary versus expenses were break even that I could not go to Bicol whenever much needed because my money was never enough. But (yes, another but) I applied as a Web Writer in the same agency; this time, with kinda higher pay but (and another but), without a single benefit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effect, I do not know any other jobs than writing (and perhaps some minor secretarial work and as a call center agent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not complaining. This is a gift, which some people has not received. I just want to grow, as everybody needs it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, no matter how much I crave for career growth, I feel lucky having this skill. It is not wise to boast but I am proud I could at least write. My grammar may not be perfect, but I have seen how my skills have improved from my writings in elementary, to my diary writings, to super very few love letters for Lawrence (I am mentioning his name again, why not? haha), up to my outputs in my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord. I know You understand me. We talk a lot about this every night, right? I will wait for Your answer. (^^,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-5966249567542179159?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/5966249567542179159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing-breathes-out-loudly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5966249567542179159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5966249567542179159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing-breathes-out-loudly.html' title='Writing *breathes out loudly*'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4277883432119718477</id><published>2010-01-26T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:28:16.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a span of seven days, I transacted with, met, and saw several people who are so unbecoming. Just a few minutes ago, I talked to a well-known bank's Customer Service staff via phone. The tone of her voice was so arrogant. She spoke in Filipino but didn't use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"po"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"opo"&lt;/span&gt;. I am the customer, but as if she was just talking to a non-customer whom she doesn't respect. I see her whenever I visit their branch and her personality depicts what she is on phone. What a front-liner?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other people, I couldn't disclose their identities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa sobrang dami nila&lt;/span&gt;, mostly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are so irritating, right? I even asked myself the reason for their existence for they aren't of any help to me and to many others who are also irritated of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I need to see things in a positive way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit negatibo na agad ang pinakita nila sa akin, kailangan kong barahin 'yon. &lt;/span&gt;My upbeat thought in this post is that they are obstacles that I must surpass to test my calmness and grace no matter what the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this because I must surpass this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Che!&lt;/span&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/1464606594007491962-4277883432119718477?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4277883432119718477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/01/unbecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4277883432119718477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4277883432119718477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/01/unbecoming.html' title='Unbecoming'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-6517905441759857591</id><published>2010-01-11T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:39:48.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been thinking several times whether to write on this or not. The causes of my hesitation are that I might not get the thoughts right, I might miss some other things, or I might feel the pain again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta, bahala na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was really memorable to me and taught me many things about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, whenever I see a couple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na isa lang sa kanila ang may magandang itsura o ang nasa magandang estado sa buhay,&lt;/span&gt; I used to ask myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt; and then arrive at a conclusion that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yung isa sa kanila hindi nag-iisip nang mabuti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I experienced being alone (you know what I mean), I realized &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobrang maling mali ako&lt;/span&gt;, as in. So immature of me to have such thought. Well, probably, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yung iba, hindi na nag-isip nang mabuti kasi malapit na sila sa&lt;/span&gt; "finish line" or just very desperate to move on and forget the previous pain they felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero sa totoo lang&lt;/span&gt;, true love does not see the physicality of an individual, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung sinuman man 'yung taong mamahalin 'nya&lt;/span&gt;. It's the feeling that everything would be alright whenever you are with him/her. It's the feeling that every hindrance would be surpassed with him/her as your number one supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that some of the secrets of a lasting relationship as in marriage is that one has to be submissive to his/her partner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at kapag nakakasakal na ng sobra&lt;/span&gt;, well, talk it over, talk it over, and talk it over because marriage is so sacred that nothing should ever break it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ito tulad ng pagiging mag-jowa na pwdeng mag&lt;/span&gt;-break or cool-off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at kapag ayaw na talaga&lt;/span&gt;, go search for another one or merely wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I learned that if you really love a person, you will give the best for him/her; OR if ever you lost him/her and you want him/her back, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punan mo ang lahat ng naging pagkukulang mo sa kanya. Lugi ka nga lang kung talagang ayaw na sa'yo ng tao at ibang usapan na ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, the failed relationship I had with one of the very important persons in my life opened my eyes to the world of reality that once in a while, one has to be alone to see the world clearly in his own perspective for him to think of accurate things for his survival.&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/1464606594007491962-6517905441759857591?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/6517905441759857591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/6517905441759857591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/6517905441759857591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-953635526311199767</id><published>2010-01-03T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:28:55.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 5:45AM. I knew I would be experiencing the super hassle in MRT, so I decided to take a bus instead. Though at the back of my mind was that thought that I might be late for work, I did not make the motion I usual do whenever I am getting late. Rather, I did things (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagtupi ng mga nilabhang damit, pag-ayos ng higaan, &lt;/span&gt;and preparing myself for work) calmly, which is something new for me. As I walk through the roads going to EDSA and then to our office building, I felt like everything was new, though they were all familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I am just convincing myself to see all things new to forget all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kabadtripan&lt;/span&gt; in 2009 or I just miss this jungle after a 10-day vacation with Mt. Mayon in my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a calm person is really one of my New Year's resolution. 2009 had been so harsh to me, in all aspects, which are depicted on my previous posts. It was also the year when I had lots of panics. So for 2010, I will lessen those and be a calm person.&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/1464606594007491962-953635526311199767?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/953635526311199767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/953635526311199767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/953635526311199767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4843907554912058532</id><published>2009-12-30T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:25:31.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I arrived home, I usually sleep at 12:00 midnight and wake up at 10:00AM. In effect, my first meal is brunch (combination of breakfast and lunch). Same thing happened today, with some reflections from what transpired in last night's high school friends reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my friends so much. One of them I was able to talk to after almost 5 years but things have not changed drastically. All of them are still the closest friends of mine I once knew. And since we have come of age, we could now talk about our ex-crushes and lovers without bitterness. We just laughed at every thing, making our house the noisiest in the neighborhood due to loud laughing as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our food was great with all the bring and share stuffs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marami ngang natira,&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marami kaming pagkain ngayon. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because four of them were not able to attend and in time for one of my friends' birthday, we have scheduled another get-together before I go back to the jungle of Manila. This time, not in our house, but in a yet to be disclosed restaurant. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the bonding we had in high school, specially that we went to different colleges and universities and that my former love life did not permit me to see them that often without my then boyfriend as chaperon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, 2010 is coming. One day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang. &lt;/span&gt;One of my wishes for next year is that whenever I get home, I could give whatever my family asks from me. I will work out for it. I must!&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/1464606594007491962-4843907554912058532?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4843907554912058532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4843907554912058532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4843907554912058532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-985646569179324481</id><published>2009-12-15T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:22:21.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is so amazing how time passes by so fast, as in really fast. It's almost the end of the year, which gave my life so much color&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;both bright and gloomy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I participated in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kumpisalang Bayan&lt;/span&gt; in our Parish -- the first time I had the sacrament of confession in Manila. While I was talking to God to prepare myself for my conversation with the priest, I realized it has been so long since I last talked to God that serious. I promised Him I'll do everything to meet him in church every Sunday. But I was not able to do that last Sunday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi ang daming tao&lt;/span&gt;, I knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahihilo na naman ako. &lt;/span&gt;I felt so ashamed to Him, which urged me to have my eyes checked when I get home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para hindi na ma&lt;/span&gt;-compromise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang &lt;/span&gt;participation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko sa&lt;/span&gt; church &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagmaraming tao&lt;/span&gt;. So I will welcome 2010 with eyeglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than new eyeglasses, I will also welcome 2010 will less worries, better career (promise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na talaga&lt;/span&gt;), and more love and grace despite pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is supposed to be a recap of what transpired in my life in 2009, though the year has not ended yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi naman ngayon lang ako nagka&lt;/span&gt;-time to blog again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Partida nga, ang dami kong ka&lt;/span&gt;-chat while writing this down. I also don't know if we already have Internet connection when I arrive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of career opportunities both from the private and government sectors -- better ones, really. I was about to give in to their piracy on me. But things were not on the right places then, so I stayed with my DTI family, which leveled the pirates' offers. Honestly, the DTI had the lowest offer. Hehe. But I realized things will be better in due time and I am learning a lot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yhen "The Fashionista Kitty" and Aye "The Ex-Sem Horsy" entered the DTI-CMO family. With their arrival, our office became the noisiest of all (I think). Yhen initiated the clearing of the DTI Website, which attracted me to be in direct touch with the site. Haha. Aye, on the other hand, is the real epitome of a true seminarian. He added more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahalayan&lt;/span&gt;, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kabutihan&lt;/span&gt;, in the office, especially when it comes to photo enhancements and other audio visual stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was diagnosed with laryngopharyngeal reflux (LPR) -- a disease characterized by the overflowing of acids from the stomach lining to the throat. So I had to give up eating (or just seldom eat/drink) chocolates, coffee, tea, and tomato-based food -- my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister made it to their College Student Council's (CSC) presidential post. In spite of all my discouragement, she still took the risk. Hard-headed Lally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;. So far, all their projects were successful but she is still suffering the burden, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syempre, Presidente eh. Pero masaya sya sa ginagawa n'ya&lt;/span&gt; to be of service to her schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suan graduated in high school. I accompanied him in his college campus hopping for him to decide were to spend his tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Manila Hotel experience. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakatakot&lt;/span&gt; but fun experience huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all (if not most of us) experienced the many typhoons' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hagupit&lt;/span&gt;. For my part, I had my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ondoy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pepeng&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santi &lt;/span&gt;experiences, which I already wrote in my previous posts. Because of these typhoons, I discovered I have the tendency to panic whenever I get nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My officemates and I went to Sofitel for an international gathering of top business process outsourcing (BPO) company executives. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sosi&lt;/span&gt; but so sad we were not able to get good pictures. Nevertheless, Jam's digicam did its best. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My officemates and I went to Divisoria -- my first and last for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long-time boyfriend and I broke up. The event made our lives became so open even to those who are not that close to us.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "A very controversial break up,"&lt;/span&gt; as my ex says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make it again to the DTI-System on Performance Rewards and Incentives (SPRInts) for the second straight year.  This is an award given to excellent DTI employees. Well, it just goes to show I am not excellent, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di ba?&lt;/span&gt; I really am not, I know. I am happy for those who made it because in the government sector, people seldom acknowledge monetarily or through other benefits an employee's excellent performance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madalas, dapat tumanda, maaksidente, o mamatay muna ang isang empleyado bago parangalan o makatanggap ng anumang &lt;/span&gt;incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So colorful 2009. I wish for a better 2010 and even better years ahead.&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/1464606594007491962-985646569179324481?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/985646569179324481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/985646569179324481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/985646569179324481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-end.html' title='Almost The End'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-5414229649408983287</id><published>2009-11-26T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:44:21.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was walking along the street of Gil Puyat this morning, I realized I need to blog again. But of course questions came into my mind before I finally decided to do this again after two weeks. Would it hurt still? Would I cry? How would my readers react? But no, I am free, so I can write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it still hurts. Sometimes I still catch myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tulala&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't cry anymore after the confrontation we had last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to be friends. We still see each other once a week but are not committed; ergo, no promises, no expectations, no demands. This thing is kinda hard because I was so used to his always being present and ready whenever I need him. I miss his daily text messages, his cuisine, and the rules he had set for our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking back, in the past six months of always seeing each other and having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"our daily routine"&lt;/span&gt;, we realized we are happier now with this situation. We communicate better now, understand each other, don't fight, and don't disagree on anything. Everything is so light, no rush. Things are much better indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having him in the future is so blurry now. But life is beautiful and doesn't revolve around boys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Di ba? Asus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what happened, I learned a lot of people love me and there is more of life. For now, I am focusing on my career (so showbiz), family, and lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who were hurt because of this, Law and I are sorry. We need this for our maturity and our own families. We still love each other, but things are much better this way.&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/1464606594007491962-5414229649408983287?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/5414229649408983287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5414229649408983287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5414229649408983287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-691377222547610150</id><published>2009-11-12T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:06:02.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When best comes to worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of my best moments in life happened when we were still together. The worst so far happened yesterday, after we decided to finally break up. This worst thing is still happening now as I can feel the pain and sadness, of course as aftermath of what recently happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my closest officemates about it, they didn't believe me at first because they were used to our one-day break ups or simple misunderstandings. But things were really different prior to it, that's why we both agreed on our relationship's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past days, a lot of misunderstandings that led to fights happened. Until we both became cold toward our relationship. We still saw  each other but very few conversions took place and he was so quiet -- a thing so unusual of him. I kept on asking him to say something like how his day was, housemates, family, travel, etc., but he just replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have nothing to tell you."&lt;/span&gt; -- as short as that. I couldn't get the catch. It's hard to explain a person's point when only few and abstract words or reaction come from his mouth or face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll keep this post short for now. I'm not yet ready to write every thing. I need to take care of my health, so I need to be strong, right? Oh, by the way, he knows that whenever I cry, I couldn't breathe well. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave up already. So I let him go.&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/1464606594007491962-691377222547610150?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/691377222547610150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-best-comes-to-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/691377222547610150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/691377222547610150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-best-comes-to-worst.html' title='When best comes to worst'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-5587496435667497077</id><published>2009-11-09T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:21:20.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing constant in this world is change. I do not need to enumerate samples of universal changes because this page would not be enough if I do so. But I do have my list of changes I see and experience in a micro way (oah! that's so Economics huh!). Check these out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, we do things in sweet ways. Now, we do not do things in sweet ways. We, the young ones, really need to listen to our elders. They often say only the early part of a boy-girl relationship is sweet, the rest is not so, until it becomes bitter. This is so true. Promise!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I am skinny. Now, I am soo fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I receive my salary on-time or day before the pay-day. Now, I am not getting the definition of a pay-day, since it is now called pay-late. This is true to me only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I can live with just prawn crackers as my meal. Now, I need to eat heavy at day time and only fruits at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I love seeing him everyday. Now, I wish we seldom see each other so that we would miss each other and also seldom fight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I can upload photos in my Friendster account. Now, I can't do it anymore. It must be the Internet system.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I wanted to be rich. Now, I just want to live a simple life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I thought all college deans are reputable. Now, I realized it is not the Doctorate nor whatever post graduate degree that determines a person's value. Knowledge and certificates can be easily grabbed, but character takes a lifetime to be formed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I wanted just a small digicam. Now, even if time comes when I already have money to buy one, I think I will wait for the time when I can already purchase a professional cam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Those are all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-5587496435667497077?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/5587496435667497077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5587496435667497077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5587496435667497077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-changes.html' title='The many changes'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-9209872015310306250</id><published>2009-11-05T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:21:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Diana is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, upon arriving at the dorm, roommate Renzy, who sells imported perfumes and cameras online, told me a certain Princess is looking for me and that she is again staying in the house. I asked her who that Princess was. Then a few seconds after, I remembered only one princess knows me -- my ex-roommate Princess Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised by what Renzy told me because I thought Ces, nickname of my ex-roommate and now a present roommate again, is in the US now for the last thing I learned about her was that she was preparing for the NCLEX (National Council Licensure Examination - an examination for the licensing of nurses in the United States) and a relative is processing her papers in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces is the 2nd loudest housemate I have so far, next to Love the Atenian. She is my closest roommate that even when she left the house last year, we still continued our communication.  She rented her space only for a month because she is still under training for a new job where she is the would-be Operations Manager. Huwow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kikay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte, &lt;/span&gt;and very true to herself. I think we both missed each other that when she arrived while I was watching Dahil May Isang Ikaw (oh, the Echo-Tintin tandem is always a hit, and the way they kiss each other feels like their very much used to the activity, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakaka&lt;/span&gt;-inlove, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobra!&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tilian&lt;/span&gt; to the highest pitch and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beso-beso&lt;/span&gt; to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at around 11PM, the time when I am usually dreaming already during a regular day since my second batch of roommates left the house. We told each other latest stories of ourlives and at the same time I oriented her to the new policies in the house and the new housemates she'll be meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought I was still the conservative type she first knew, but I told her things have change, not drastically though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she is moving to a new place soon and I'll miss her again. But I hope the bond will still be there despite distance.&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/1464606594007491962-9209872015310306250?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/9209872015310306250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/princess-diana-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/9209872015310306250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/9209872015310306250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/princess-diana-is-back.html' title='Princess Diana is back!'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-8076267974666580120</id><published>2009-11-02T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:30:56.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test post; blogger is still dizzy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am still dizzy, sleepy, and want to eat more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lutong bahay&lt;/span&gt; still, but I want to do this post. I'll try my very best to articulate and observe writing rules, but if you think I didn't, well, it must be the supposed-to-be-long-weekend hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My officemates and I were hesitant if we still had to pursue the trip to Bicol since typhoon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santi&lt;/span&gt; was set to landfall Friday midnight in Infanta, Quezon. Though we would not pass the place of the typhoon's eye, our relatives, friends, and officemates were nervous on our decision to still pursue the trip because the landfall time was the time when we were supposed to be in Quezon Province and the typhoon was so strong and big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still in the office, every hour starting 2PM, I kept on calling Peñafrancia Tours to ask if travel would still be pursued and to book a ticket for Lawrence on the same bus Yhen and I would be riding on. The bus line was consistent in saying they would proceed with the scheduled travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Araneta Center at 6:15PM. There were so many people, as expected, who were all rushing. I think everybody knew about the typhoon but no bus line announced postponement of travel, so business as usual. We bought many food and water in preparation for a stranded travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus left the terminal at 8:30PM. There was no traffic, very minimal rain drops, but noticable wind. After the first stop over in Lucena City, we were stranded in a forest-like area. All the buses stopped for a reason we were not sure about. All of us just noticed the wind was intense that we were like on a boat in the ocean and the rain was really heavy. Our bus, along with the others bound to Bicol, stopped for an hour while chilling due to extreme coldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that halt was another halt, but this time was for five hours. There was no rain nor wind. But we found out water about 50 meters away from us was at chest level. All the bored passengers went down the bus to take pictures of the flood, smoke, eat, drink, and urinate on the road. (The three of us were among those road urinaters. ahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about past 9AM, the driver decided that the bus dive into the water and brave the flood. The pieces of lugguage in the compartment were placed inside the bus. The Atimonan (Quezon) residence where saying bad words at us for they did not want us to smash with the water because some houses would be affected by the water current the bus would be making. The most frightening part was when we reached the chest-level water. All eyes were on us. Whew! But after doing in slow motion the "This is it challenge" made by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santi&lt;/span&gt;, all passengers applauded the driver for his idea and initiative. All the buses did it, but Peñafrancia did it first and all others followed. I salute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Driver for doing such. Thanks much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teary eyed after crossing the flood because I do not know how to swim and I get soffucated easily that I might die in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus arrived at Legazpi City at 5PM and I arrived home at 6PM. So it was more than one whole day spent for travel, how was that? My hips were aching and I didn't deficate that day. Good thing I ate papaya after breakfast last Sunday so my tummy activities went to its normal routine after finally deficating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, the Legazpi City Central Terminal is oh so, beautiful. It isn't fully done yet but it really is beautiful. Applause!&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/1464606594007491962-8076267974666580120?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/8076267974666580120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/test-post-blogger-is-still-dizzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/8076267974666580120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/8076267974666580120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/11/test-post-blogger-is-still-dizzy.html' title='Test post; blogger is still dizzy.'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-6330782729961385756</id><published>2009-10-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:03:02.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so so excited for my travel to Bicol tonight. This time, my bus seatmate is &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yhenny!&lt;/a&gt; (Yes, that's how I spell her name.) We were not able to book early reservations at Cagasawa Travel and Tours nor at RSL Transport, so we'll take Peñafrancia Tours instead. And I am wishing Malacañang would not announce a half-day work today because our travel is at 8:00PM (how was that?), which had the only available slot for today when I took got our reservation a month ago. (This is actually one of the effects of being choosy when it comes to bus lines. Haha. Peace!) We already brought our so many, very heavy pieces of luggage here in the office so it would be best if we go out at 5:00PM and wait for the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.dti.gov.ph/dti/index.php?p=134"&gt;DTI&lt;/a&gt; shuttle bus, which passes by the Araneta Bus Terminal where we will board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months ago when I last went home and I am really so excited to breathe fresh air again (meeting my family of course, and having my face cleaned). My sinusitis has been attacking me for weeks now, which means I'm breathing in too much polluted air. Ergo, I super need fresh air. So upon going down the bus at the new, clean, and kinda classy Legazpi City Bus Terminal, I should do the act I did the last time I went home: close my eyes and then breathe in and breathe out calmly. Oh, nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Typhoon Santi has entered our country since last night I guess, and its eye is in Quezon Province -- the very long-road-province land travellers need to take if route is Bicol-Metro Manila. Guys, kindly help me again in praying that we may be spared from this disaster again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't be feeling dizzy tonight and bus log will leave my body tomorrow after lunch as I will attend the 1st birthday party of my college friend's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubongs&lt;/span&gt; will be presentable still when it reaches our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not to chill during the travel as I didn't bring with me blanket. I think I will just hug Yhenny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, I hope my travel will be safe and enjoyable.&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/1464606594007491962-6330782729961385756?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/6330782729961385756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/fresh-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/6330782729961385756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/6330782729961385756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh Air'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-1113855067271206493</id><published>2009-10-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:22:51.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia or something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever experienced the state of decision making wherein you have decided option A long long time ago that you have been preparing for it but it seems the preparation is still not enough? Option A  is oah, so hot and risky but once you get it's meat, oh, paradise. And then, here comes options B and C, wherein option B is still, safe but not much; while option C was never-in-your-life expected yet also seemed to be OK and safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced setting your mind to be in 'that' state a few months from now, yet some very minor things are hindering you and those very minor things were never expected to be a hindrance at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for me, I am guilty in that state that I do not know if this is a paranoia or something. I just want to be busy and jolly to forget this stressful thinking. When things get so slow and my environment becomes silent, this thinking strikes my mind that it catches me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuliro at 'di malaman ang gagawin, naks&lt;/span&gt;, that's from Sponge Cola's song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuliro&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favorites. Oh, I miss Yael, I seldom see him in TV now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I told Lawrence I'm so stressed that I wanted to puff a stick of cigar to release this. Haha. He got mad at me. We were like father-and-daughter; he being the father explaining to me the effects of smoking, and I being the daughter reasoning out that I need to release the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I don't know if I am just overwhelmed by the influx of options, which came all at the same time. But I am definitely sure I am lucky on this. I thank You a lot for lending me talents and patience (and beauty?). Help me to repay You in the proper way. Help me to decide properly for the good of the majority.&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/1464606594007491962-1113855067271206493?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/1113855067271206493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranoia-or-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/1113855067271206493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/1113855067271206493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranoia-or-something.html' title='Paranoia or something'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-6977489127110648417</id><published>2009-10-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:29:11.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The workout that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the gym last Saturday. My initial workout was intense. It felt good after a few hours. But when I was about to sleep, gosh, I couldn't breathe well. My body was like so active still but my mind and eyes wanted to rest. In effect, I didn't have enough sleep. How was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, my body is aching. I must say one really has to work hard to achieve his goal, right? I decided not to go back and just do my simple workout and diet instead. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side, I was able to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ukay-ukay&lt;/span&gt; stuffs sold just very near the gym. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe&lt;/span&gt;, purchasing those stuffs is so addicting, I swear. Good thing I was able to buy some in preparation for our Sofitel official business on Wednesday, which I hope is a good one -- to include nice and overflowing food, drinks, and coffee. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that reminded me of our Manila Hotel travel experience last month, which I really do not want to experience again. I repeat, it is the travel, not the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-6977489127110648417?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/6977489127110648417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/workout-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/6977489127110648417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/6977489127110648417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/workout-that-was.html' title='The workout that was'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-5557636912021736836</id><published>2009-10-15T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:40:29.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keeping my fingers moving on the keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken.&lt;/span&gt; I broke my diet last night. Grrr. It is because I realized I did not eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miryenda&lt;/span&gt; before going home due to the urgent tasks I needed to accomplish. So I just had coffee instead. But when I was nearing Cubao, my tummy kept on shouting that it needed to be fed up and thus, a break from my how-i-wish-an-effective-diet. I went to Sbarro in Ali Mall and ordered Chicago Pasta Sausage. Oah! That was good huh. But I was feeling nervous while eating because I thought that could be the start of my fast-food-dinner again, which I must be avoiding to meet my budget and target weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/StfKOaqRPQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iyejpRO_B_g/s1600-h/glamor+ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/StfKOaqRPQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iyejpRO_B_g/s320/glamor+ko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393001427823049986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; My target body by year 2010. echos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;No editing done here. This was supposed to be my glamour picture for our college yearbook, which, until now, remains unpublished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New bag.&lt;/span&gt; Forgetful me, I was not able to wash my all-time-favorite pink Lacoste bag, which was a college graduation gift from my so opulent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninang&lt;/span&gt;, during the weekend so I had no choice but to be patient with the already so-torn-out-bag. But I became impatient with it because it destroys the fabric of my shirt, so I accidentally bought a new bag last Monday before going home. Unfortunately, I do not have a photo of it, so you will just imagine the bag. It's a black Belladonna on a 50-% sale at SM Cubao. It costed me just 150 pesos as additional payment because I used a Sodexho gift check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, when I am in the office, I stare at it because I really like it, I love it, but I hope snatchers won't. You look for non-criminal jobs guys. OK? This was the first time I bought a branded office bag. And I am really happy about it. Can you feel it too? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banana Peel.&lt;/span&gt; Bananapeel Store is now open at the 3rd floor of Farmers Plaza, yahoo! I think it's the company's second store within Araneta Center, the other one in Ali Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korina-Mar Wedding. &lt;/span&gt;On the 27th of this month will be the most awaited wedding event of the year. The reception will be at the Roxas family's white house in P. Tuazon Ave., Cubao. And I will take a peek there. Haha, I wish I can. If Mar have pursued his presidential plans, I would actually support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dti.gov.ph/"&gt;DTI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The Bureau of Domestic Trade (BDT) is sponsoring the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasko Na!&lt;/span&gt; -- a showcase of various Christmas items, food, accessories, and houseware. We went there and I didn't leave the area until I was able to buy dried mangoes from Leyte worth only 25 pesos. Imagine! Well, actually, the hidden agenda there is that I liked the plastic bag of purchased items. It's green and classy! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gym. &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow is my scheduled first round of workout in the gym. Wish me luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebond. &lt;/span&gt;My sister wants her hair rebonded and wants me to shoulder the expenses. Duh! I didn't even had my hair rebonded more than a month ago because it's too costly to have a really nice result. Oh well, she just doesn't know what she is talking about. Right? But hey, I'll have my hair rebonded next year, um, February, I think, if my plans prosper. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&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/1464606594007491962-5557636912021736836?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/5557636912021736836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5557636912021736836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5557636912021736836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/long.html' title='Just keeping my fingers moving on the keyboard'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/StfKOaqRPQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iyejpRO_B_g/s72-c/glamor+ko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-5559707549521203265</id><published>2009-10-13T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:40:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So stressed</title><content type='html'>I'm missing Bicol, our home, my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the truth is I'm so stressed because I'm set to make a huge decision before the year ends. I have been thinking about it for about six months now. Only a few knows about it and I'm not ready to reveal it now in this post nor to the people who will be directly affected. I have been praying about it every night that He grants me that prayer because it is for the good of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going home for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undas&lt;/span&gt; and I hope to regain strength when I get back to face the traffic, too many strangers, and the solo life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mind could focus on my work since I'm feeling dizzy, sleepy, and ... I don't know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I'm doing a diet regimen for the Biggest Looser Contest in our office. But I'm not doing it just for the contest. I'm also doing it for health and fashion reasons. Fashion? Yes, why not? Today is my third day of the 'After 6 Diet' and it feels good, though every morning on my way to the office, I crave for so many tasty food, I swear; this is agony. I wish to continue it until at least the last week of November. I will be doing this every weekdays and am going to the gym every weekends. I hope this would prosper and my laryngopharyngeal reflux (LPR) won't get its way.&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/1464606594007491962-5559707549521203265?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/5559707549521203265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5559707549521203265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5559707549521203265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-stressed.html' title='So stressed'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-3153965660808398859</id><published>2009-10-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:14:08.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend review</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had enough sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washed my bedding covers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fashionistas &lt;/span&gt;by Heart, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Tita Epin and her family after the typhoon's devastation. My cousin, Paola, loved the mocha roll I brought for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a very delicious lunch with Tita Epin and her family. We had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ginataang hipon na may sitaw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinabawang tahong&lt;/span&gt;, fried fish, and pineapple. Yummy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned our room, which included a change of curtain, yey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovered something about my man. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Budgeted to the max, which resulted to an-always-a-realization that my income isn't enough for my living -- cellphone load for my family + for one of my favorite uncles; monthly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padala&lt;/span&gt; to Bicol; my food, fare, rent, and miscellaneous expenses (trade fair products purchase, medicines, extra curricular events).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-3153965660808398859?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/3153965660808398859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/3153965660808398859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/3153965660808398859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend review'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4449285784475026731</id><published>2009-10-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:11:55.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh weekends!</title><content type='html'>I love weekends, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my laundry, which includes bedding covers, towel, blanket, and mosquito net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a pair of Paddocks pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean our room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sew my slocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Those are all, I guess. I want to have enough sleep over the weekend anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-4449285784475026731?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4449285784475026731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4449285784475026731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4449285784475026731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-weekends.html' title='Oh weekends!'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4195098275142845070</id><published>2009-10-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:08:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Ss1BeBdxfnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dEkJ63P6dOw/s1600-h/serendra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Ss1BeBdxfnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dEkJ63P6dOw/s320/serendra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390036313077546610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lawrence and I at Serendra, the place of the opulent few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is our 58th monsary (monthsary? whatever!). I don't plan to write him a letter because I find it too awkward, I don't know why. Yeah, I am a writer, but that does not mean I'll do everything in written format. Haha. Actually, even when I was still studying, I prefer activities involving public speaking and oral graded recitation because I feel that I could still rebut my statements whenever I think they are wrong or I could say better than those. I remember during our school days, Lawrence would tell me to write him a letter once in a while because he found it sweet. Eew?! Ahahaha. I'm sorry Men, but I really find it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baduy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought then that there would come a time so soon that we would be neighbors and see each other everyday. Now, a day isn't complete without seeing each other. I also never thought I would be mentioning his name often in my blog. I thought only &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mistressblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jam, my officemate,&lt;/a&gt; does it. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence cooks well, I swear, and gets mad if I don't eat every thing served on my plate or if I don't eat all the food he has prepared. So basically, he is one of the reasons for my non-decreasing-weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chooses nice clothes for me. He texts me every afternoon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are we gona meet later?"&lt;/span&gt;, as if it still needs to be asked. Haha. He fetches me whenever I feel dizzy or weak from office. But he always puts his heavy arm around my shoulder whenever we walk, so a day is always ended up with my complain on that burden. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually tell him we are so happy these days that we are now too much dependent on each other. What if time comes when we need to part ways due to career demands or family decisions? Oh well, by then we just have to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding Bells and Long Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not soon. Unless otherwise he becomes a millionaire or either of us is already a regular employee of a real estate company. A car is also a requirement for my soon-to-be-husband because I always tell him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I get pregnant, never allow me to ride the MRT or tricycle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tell him we must enjoy to the fullest the unmarried life. Yes, it is also a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, I wish us good health and security always, so as our families. I love you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naks! Ang&lt;/span&gt; cheesy!&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/1464606594007491962-4195098275142845070?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4195098275142845070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/58th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4195098275142845070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4195098275142845070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/58th.html' title='58th'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Ss1BeBdxfnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dEkJ63P6dOw/s72-c/serendra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-7199629090718969541</id><published>2009-10-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:27:06.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope the person/s who initiated the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"9:00-PM power shutdown/typhoon Pepeng landfall in Metro Manila"&lt;/span&gt; gossip are happy now with the panic he/she/they caused to the public, including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the lessons/realizations I had after my panic attack last Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;First and foremost, never ever panic, specially when the news you got did not come from a reliable source (e.g. forwarded text, e-mail, instant messages by people from a non-disaster prevention-related agency).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If ever panic attacks you, keep motivated to fight for your life. In my case, though my family is in Albay, experiencing the typhoon's wrath, I told myself I needed to walk and walk and keep breathing (despite my continuous palpitations due to my clautrophobia attack also) because my family was waiting for me to get home in Cubao. I mutually transfered Albay to Quezon City for about an hour. Ahahaha. In effect, I arrived home safe but still catching my breath.  I even already thought of fainting because I can hardly breath and I was really feeling so dizzy. But I realized the streets of Makati and Pasay Cities were too dirty for me to lay down there. I so continued walking from RCBC Plaza to LRT 1 Gil Puyat to LRT 2 Recto until I reached the Gateway Mall. Whew! Motivation at work, right? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house where I have been staying in for a year and a half is flood free and typhoon proof. Lucky me! So I think I'm staying there until my sister, Laly, gets a job here. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always stock food. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your cellphones fully charged all the time. Also make sure you load it up always and you can still make at least two outgoing calls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep coins and bills in your bag and jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is also wise to always have stored value tickets for both MRT and LRT to avoid the queing at the ticketing booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always bring along with you plastic bags, where you could place your cellphones and other important stuffs if worse come to worst. You know what I mean. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep at least one person updated on your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I was so pissed off by the not so good people who spread the gossip, I thank them on a positive note because I have proven I could survive during panic moments. Nevertheless, I would never wish for a worse moment than that. Duh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do something good people!&lt;/span&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/1464606594007491962-7199629090718969541?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/7199629090718969541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/7199629090718969541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/7199629090718969541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-2684850280256597281</id><published>2009-10-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:24:06.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing it without them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm living on my own for two years now, which means I do and experience almost every thing by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If super typhoon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pepeng&lt;/span&gt; will landfall in Metro Manila or in Albay, this would be my first super typhoon experience without them or my siblings' first without me -- yes, because when super typhoons &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milenyo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reming&lt;/span&gt; devastated our province, it was only the three of us in the house while our parents were elsewhere earning a living. We stocked junk foods and prayed the rosary. Among us, I was the most nervous because I needed to take care of them while also making sure that all our things/appliances remain in their places. I also made sure our photo albums were in good condition still. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of my mentioning in my previous post that I wouldn't blog on the typhoon. But I changed my mind after reading &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://vicsoriano.blogspot.com/"&gt;my boss' blog&lt;/a&gt; on his family's experience with tropical storm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ondoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so nervous now because I will be alone in the room over the weekend. Oooh! Scary! I asked Lawrence where I would stay if water reaches our house. He said I could stay in their dorm, which is at the second floor, with all the other boys. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major supermarkets in Cubao -- SM, Shopwise, and Isetann -- do not anymore have enough stocked foods. They also do not have candles anymore when I was about to buy some last Wednesday. My roommate also told me stock of ready-to-eat and instant foods at Greenhills Shopping Center are out-of-stock (OK, redundant, fine). OMG! So I think I have to pursue my plan to go to Megamall later this afternoon, if weather permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, spare us from the typhoon, please, have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm encouraging all the Catholics to pray the rosary, specially that October is the Month of the Holy Rosary. Nothing is impossible with God, right?&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/1464606594007491962-2684850280256597281?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/2684850280256597281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiecing-it-without-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2684850280256597281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2684850280256597281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiecing-it-without-them.html' title='Experiencing it without them'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-491546996893795335</id><published>2009-09-28T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:53:14.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy-feeling me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so lazy today. I think this is due to aftermath of typhoon Ondoy, which Mom said is tantamount to supertyphoon Reming back in 2006, when Bicolanos were really in quirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want to blog on neither of these typhoons. Let us all move on. We can do it again guys, com'on!&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/1464606594007491962-491546996893795335?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/491546996893795335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-feeling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/491546996893795335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/491546996893795335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-feeling-me.html' title='Lazy-feeling me'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-2533363771908620336</id><published>2009-09-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:26:28.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a wider space so that I could think well and decide appropriately on my actions, breathe well, and escape life's pressure even just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, I need a break, which reminded me of my senses yesterday when I was in the train going home. The printed ad of Kit Kat [with tagline "Have a break, have a Kit Kat"] almost wanted me to indulge and give in to temptation. When I was about to grab some and pay at the cashier, I was reminded of my LPR [laryngopharyngeal reflux], which includes chocolates as a "no, no". So I decided to eat a Jollibee meal instead. Pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need more and more space in my heart and brain to forgive the delay of my salary. But I guess it can't give enough space for it. On the brighter side, it worsens the wound in me and the more I am hurt, the more I am challenged. So thank you still, always delayed salary, you are one of the major reasons why I am aiming to be in better financial standing the soonest possible time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhe! &lt;/span&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/1464606594007491962-2533363771908620336?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/2533363771908620336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/wider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2533363771908620336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/2533363771908620336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/wider.html' title='Wider'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4930547454043173339</id><published>2009-09-21T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:16:24.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nth long  weekend review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, my nth long weekend was not that OK but it ended up well with Lawrence and I being OK again. Yes, we quarreled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gabbie's birthday celebration was fun. We, the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arte&lt;/span&gt; Girls"--Ate Kat, Melissa, and I--had our individual gift for her and surprisingly, each gift is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kikay&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arte&lt;/span&gt; Girls. We were there at 3PM and the eating time started at 5PM. The gathering was really fun except that Mom texted me not to eat because I'm too "big" already. Duh! It was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakapikon&lt;/span&gt;. I need not be reminded on this for I am big enough to know it and FYI, I don't each much, specially at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel discomfort in the dorm. Before, I was just skeptic on this that's why I wrote the "Bedspacing" post. But during the nth long weekend, the discomfort was confirmed. I only feel comfort there whenever I sleep. So you get now what I mean, yes? I really wish I can swallow all the things happening there until December this year or early January next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did my 2nd round of laundry yesterday in 30 minutes because I thought a housemate would be doing her laundry right after I do mine. In effect, the smell of my bed cover is not so good, I mean bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night, Lawrence and I had a past 8PM-dinner at Gateway Mall where we ordered McDonald's Twister Fries, Chicken Nuggets, and, after three months I was able to taste again, Dairy Queen's Oreo Ice Cream. So healthy, right? Haha. For a change. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the brighter side, I was able to do my exercise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;'Til here for now. I'm the only employee present in the Web Team so I'm the only one manning the ship again. Wish me luck. Oh, I want December to come ASAP.&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/1464606594007491962-4930547454043173339?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4930547454043173339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/nth-long-weekend-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4930547454043173339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4930547454043173339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/nth-long-weekend-review.html' title='Nth long  weekend review'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-5256840645938236524</id><published>2009-09-18T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:22:07.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nth long week-end</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the start of another long week-end. I am now thinking of my itinerary for those three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a schedule yet but I do have my list to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my laundry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stock foods for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a pair of pants. --&gt; I'm not sure on this though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have some exercise. --&gt; This one I need to be sure of doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend my cousin's birthday party. Belated happy 5th birthday Joanna Gabrielle Chavez Palima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Fashionistas by Heart on QTV. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my/our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canvass prices of some of our office supplies because I was not able to find some of the items' prices on the Net.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think, think, and think about my future/2010 plans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, I hope to do all these stuffs. Happy long week-end guys! I love y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-5256840645938236524?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/5256840645938236524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/nth-long-week-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5256840645938236524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/5256840645938236524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/nth-long-week-end.html' title='Nth long week-end'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4477135546999691566</id><published>2009-09-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:33:38.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only my family can understand this post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SrArrLZpZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vh9XnD_IK54/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SrArrLZpZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vh9XnD_IK54/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381849575502472194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Suan, Laly, Me, Mom, and Dad. I'm keeping my promise guys, hold on, I'm doing it now. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday, Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daughter, sister, tutor, playmate, critic, adviser -- These are the words associated to me in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as possible, I don't want a dramatic post; I don't want sadness. But I realized this is reality; this is inevitable. Just like before, whenever I'm writing about my family, I'm in tears and full of emotions. I hate this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a move this year, which I thought&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "that was it"&lt;/span&gt; without consulting you, Mom and Dad. We were all happy with it at first because we thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that was really it"&lt;/span&gt;. But I did a wrong move. I am so sorry (again). I really feel so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of giving up, the things that are happening to us make me even more determined to pursue what I planned and what you planned for me. I will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"there"&lt;/span&gt; guys, the soonest. I am tired of being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"here"&lt;/span&gt;  much as you are tired of being&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "there still"&lt;/span&gt;. Help me God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-4477135546999691566?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4477135546999691566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-my-family-can-understand-this-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4477135546999691566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4477135546999691566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-my-family-can-understand-this-post.html' title='Only my family can understand this post.'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SrArrLZpZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vh9XnD_IK54/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-4529137046692513726</id><published>2009-09-08T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:25:21.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SqYTOMfMVrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RnViIcpM-1w/s1600-h/bataan+products.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SqYTOMfMVrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RnViIcpM-1w/s320/bataan+products.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379007939531790002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sooo skinny Kia in her 2nd month in DTI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SqYTN6vfrkI/AAAAAAAAABI/WpPX6lKuiIM/s1600-h/Jam+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SqYTN6vfrkI/AAAAAAAAABI/WpPX6lKuiIM/s320/Jam+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379007934768328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sooo chubby Kia in her 2nd year in DTI with officemates Jam ang Yhen. What a difference! Shocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I started getting used to the Metropolitan life, my weight got heavier and heavier. I'm also finding it hard to look for an outfit that I wish I could wear whenever I want. Mom is reminding me now that I'm not yet married so I must make my body look like unmarried. Ahahaha, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I started exercising yesterday. I took advantage of the space in our room since I was alone for four consecutive days. I did a little bit of everything: Taebo, crunches, hula hoop, and dumbbell (let me just butt in that I bought them at Gateway Mall and I was so happy that finally I was able to buy from one of its stores, except Rustan's of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I will be able to achieve the body I want within a month. Whew! Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-4529137046692513726?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/4529137046692513726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/weight-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4529137046692513726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/4529137046692513726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/weight-problem.html' title='Weight problem'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SqYTOMfMVrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RnViIcpM-1w/s72-c/bataan+products.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-568441387908485799</id><published>2009-09-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:34:40.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imprudent spenders I hate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I super hate imprudent spenders -- those who spend extravagantly whenever money is on their hands and then rush to borrow or steal money from their acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! I really super duper hate them! Why don't they spend wisely instead &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;? In effect, the people whom they borrow money from are also on a rush to find money from their pockets or wallets but these people worked hard for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect in budgeting, but I can say I know how to. I would like to voice out that all of us should spend wisely. Economic resources are so scarce, I tell you people. We need to maximize the use of these for us to still have something for the future. We will always be needing these resources but not all the time they are available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If all of us are prudent spenders, poverty will be lessen, if not eradicated. This is a call. I am so pissed off by the black sheep of the economy. This is one of the reasons why we could not achieve the economic satisfaction we have long been aiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a change pipz! Do it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464606594007491962-568441387908485799?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/568441387908485799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/imprudent-spenders-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/568441387908485799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/568441387908485799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/imprudent-spenders-i-hate.html' title='Imprudent spenders I hate!'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464606594007491962.post-7967079630673565448</id><published>2009-09-03T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:32:22.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedspacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SrAxTLjnyAI/AAAAAAAAABg/0u9j5cidE34/s1600-h/DSC04529%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SrAxTLjnyAI/AAAAAAAAABg/0u9j5cidE34/s320/DSC04529%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381855760297216002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so proud of my roomates, basta. In the photo are Ate lor, Verns, me, and Ems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For exactly a year and a half now (yes, today is my due date, but I can't pay for my rent due to sooo many factors), I have been a bedspacer. During my first month, I was kinda excited because that was what I wished for when I was still a kid/student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents (Maluz and Paji) used to own a house, which was intended for bedspacers, and I really wandered how the bedspacers were able to manage their lives without their families beside them.  Even then I knew their lives were tough, but I really wanted to experience the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my college years when most all my closest friends where bedspacing. I envied them for their independence and strength amid being away from their family. But I realized their distances were too short as compared to the distance between my family and I. Yes, I have relatives here in Manila, but as long as I can finance myself, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...reminiscing February 2008, when in just a blink of an eye, I decided to live on my own. I was so brave then and excited, of course, because finally, one of my very shallow dreams would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so days, weeks, months, and a year have passed. I was able to survive the initial phase of being a bedspacer, but I'm always in constant pressure in avoiding snatchers and strangers everytime I go to office and get back to my abode. Whew! Intense pressure that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things changed in our dorm: new rental fee; new faces I minggle with always; new rules were set; new streetmates (to include Lawrence); new beautiful infrastructures along our street; and a whole new classy SM Cubao (my favorite SM branch, I swear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was left alone in the room. My roommate left very early. I realized I already want my very own place. I want it always clean, safe, and tranquil. A place where no one will tell me what to and not to do. This is one of the motivating factors to upscale my career to have better returns. Oh, how I wish this will happen soon, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, I am enjoying where I live now--a very accessible and cost-efficient abode with wonderful housemates. I hope these things will last until I finally have the resources to look for an apartment or room for my sister and I.&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/1464606594007491962-7967079630673565448?l=karelsaskia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/feeds/7967079630673565448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/bedspacing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/7967079630673565448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464606594007491962/posts/default/7967079630673565448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karelsaskia.blogspot.com/2009/09/bedspacing.html' title='Bedspacing'/><author><name>Kia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00289051272797901585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/Soo-FfL0-vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o_QkWkme-hA/S220/cropped+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5neo6_kJ4Q/SrAxTLjnyAI/AAAAAAAAABg/0u9j5cidE34/s72-c/DSC04529%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
