<?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-729538223627688244</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:02:05.101+08:00</updated><category term='women'/><category term='TV series'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='new look'/><category term='movies'/><category term='UST Tigers'/><category term='poker'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='roadtrip'/><category term='my Love'/><category term='UST'/><category term='eraserheads'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Pet'/><category term='ebook'/><category term='baby blues'/><category term='parents'/><category term='running'/><category term='kurly reviews'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Sagada'/><category term='Puerto Galera'/><category term='family'/><category term='Corregidor'/><category term='neo'/><category term='mineral make-up'/><category term='fertility issues'/><category term='personal news'/><category term='Filipinos'/><category term='outing'/><category term='writing'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>kurly thoughts from the kurly couple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-116910055912201943</id><published>2009-10-02T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:33:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord for protecting us</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-list-type:hybrid; 	mso-list-template-ids:-1720266390 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715;} @list l0:level1 	{mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-.25in;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I loved summer when I was a student. Now the only thing I like about summer is the times spent lounging at the beach with family and friends. I have learned to love the rain since it has become so hot and humid here in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. For me, the rain brings cool air, smell of life, and freshness in the air. Until Ondoy came…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My parent’s house is still flooded – both inside and out. The water is so slowly inching out. So slow that the day Ondoy arrived (September 26), we were knee-deep and now 6 days after, the water inside the house is still about 4 inches deep. Although we have already adopted a system that enables us to go about our lives, it is still frustrating to wait for the water to dry-up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not bitching. On the contrary, I’d like to write about the things I am thankful for in the midst of this calamity. Here are what I am personally thankful for:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That I      have a very considerate and good husband.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      our families are okay. Buboy’s parents are well and their house was spared      of the flood. My parents are okay and are coping well despite the current      situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      Buboy and I were here at &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pasig&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;      when Ondoy came.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      Nanay had some food even if it’s just good for a couple of days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      we have basic services such as water, electricity, and phone line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      we have an elevated living area and that the bedrooms are also elevated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      we were able to accept and cope with our present situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That      so far no one is sick or getting sick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another super typoon is on its way, but I know that God will spare us of its worst. But nevertheless, we are preparing. We’re supposed to leave for Las Pinas tomorrow, but with Pepeng coming, we have decided to postpone our going back to LP until Sunday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, please protect us all. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-chebong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-116910055912201943?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116910055912201943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=116910055912201943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/116910055912201943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/116910055912201943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title='Thank you Lord for protecting us'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-4848568080475277668</id><published>2009-08-07T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:37:11.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Cory as a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not to pay tribute to the political career of the late former President Cory Aquino. This is not to complement and praise all that she did for the Philippines and the Filipinos. A lot of people have done that already and one more from me would hardly make a difference. This is about recognizing Cory as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory has been true to being a woman. Calm in the face of problems; firm in standing for and by her loved ones; finds contentment in giving support, encouragement, cheer and love when she knows that it is all she can give at the time but it doesn't mean she's given up helping; knows when to rise up, move forward and when to slow down and reflect; has a solid grasp of her values; and have faith strong enough to make little miracles for herself and others. These are the values that celebrate a woman. These are the traits that we women can find inside of us. We just have to acknowledge it and use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-4848568080475277668?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4848568080475277668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=4848568080475277668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4848568080475277668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4848568080475277668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrating-cory-as-woman.html' title='Celebrating Cory as a Woman'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2640333225361664607</id><published>2009-07-28T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:48:01.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>To the hospital again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This time it’s Buboy that was hospitalized, but his is for a far more serious reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buboy called me from work Monday night, July 20, asking for a pill to help him with his headache. I thought he was just having one of his migraine attacks. When we met to go home later he complained of fever. He was burning hot when I touched him. It was a hard effort for him to drive home and the two-hour traffic made it even worst. I was really worried but we thought it was just flu. Buboy slept immediately when we reached the house while I stayed up late until past 2:00am watching over him, wiping him with a wet towel to bring down the fever. We stayed at home the following day, Buboy regularly taking Biogesic to calm the high fever down and Alaxan to ease the body pain. Early morning of Wednesday, chills came and that’s when I decided to bring him to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard when the only person who knows how to drive is sick. We had to ask one of the neighbors to bring us to the nearest hospital. After some blood and urine tests the ER doctor decided to admit Buboy. The doctor who followed-up on us that afternoon said Buboy has a viral infection and they still have to verify if it is typhoid fever or dengue. We learned it was dengue late that night. Buboy became like a pin cushion with the multiple blood extraction to monitor his platelets. The doctor said he has to eat so his body can fight but Buboy has no appetite. He was released from the hospital on the third day of his confinement. His platelets are stable, his fever is gone, and his appetite is back… and I am just so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience wasn’t good for both Buboy and me. I was so worried but I dare not show him that because I don’t want him to worry about me too. I texted my family and close friends to ask them to pray for Buboy especially during the time when the doctors are still not sure what is wrong with him. I am very thankful because everyone texted back and I know they all prayed for Buboy. Then there was the issue of where he was placed in the hospital. We used the HMO given by the Company he works for. His coverage is only for a ward room which would be okay if it was in a hospital where ward rooms are still nice. I kept thinking that if we were in Pasig when this happened, it would have been easier to bring him to Medical City where ward rooms are so much more pleasant. Good thing Mama visits and bring fresh supplies everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, Buboy is well again and we are home again, that is what’s important. I pray he won’t be so sick again… that neither of us be sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2640333225361664607?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2640333225361664607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2640333225361664607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2640333225361664607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2640333225361664607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-hospital-again.html' title='To the hospital again'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5421658033082972463</id><published>2009-06-22T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:55:33.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><title type='text'>Remembering Basti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basti left us two weeks ago to join and play with Baldo and Lolo in heaven. Basti was with my family for 7-8 years and so we miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basti was given to us by my good friend Mox. My Lolo was the one who took him when he arrived to our house. Since that day they developed a kind of bond. I know this because I saw it. When my Lolo had a stroke in the middle of the night that eventually led to his death several days after, it was Basti who woke us all up and showed us Lolo lying beside his bed. During that time we had other dogs beside Basti, but it was him who barks and barks even when he was told to shut up until Tatay got up and followed him. And then there was the time when his friend &lt;a href="http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/search/label/Pet"&gt;Baldo&lt;/a&gt; (our other dog) died. I cannot believe the grief that I saw in Basti. I didn’t believe dogs can have feelings until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Basti. He was not an ordinary pet. He was not an ordinary dog. And he was not an ordinary friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5421658033082972463?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5421658033082972463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5421658033082972463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5421658033082972463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5421658033082972463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/basti-left-us-two-weeks-ago-to-join-and.html' title='Remembering Basti'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-9125481416747941721</id><published>2009-06-16T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:27:23.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>We have a new living space!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not really new… more like newly cleaned and decluttered room. Nevertheless, I am happy with what we have and what we did with it last weekend. Yup, it was a long weekend spent in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buboy wasn’t actually feeling well last weekend. His tonsils were swelling and his temperatures were up to 38˚C. But he was so sweet to indulge me and help start the cleaning. He knows I wanted to rearrange the furniture for some time now. We started Friday and finished everything before it gets dark on Saturday. And by the time we finished Buboy’s temperature was down to 37.5˚C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we moved the bed, the cabinet, the tables and other things and after we threw away several kilos of thrash including old bags, shoes, boxes, papers, etc. we discovered a lot more space to move around the room. We have places for our collection of movies (CDs and DVDs) and books. Aside from that, we now have some sort of separate sleeping area and work area (where the PC and other electronic stuff are located) and in between is a space where we can move around without bumping to each other all the time. And with the new 19” LCD monitor that we bought last Thursday, we can watch movies together in bed without being too close to the PC. He can also play his games while I read on the bed without disturbing each other. I really cannot believe how our room looks so much bigger after the general cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to do some adjustments with things like sleeping. With the bed moved to a different direction, our positions interchanged. I now have to sleep on Buboy’s right side whereas we were used to me sleeping on his left. But that isn’t really a problem because five years ago we were both used to sleeping alone :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we can maintain it that way for (at least) more than a year. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-9125481416747941721?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9125481416747941721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=9125481416747941721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/9125481416747941721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/9125481416747941721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-new-living-space.html' title='We have a new living space!'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1350387048484840367</id><published>2009-06-01T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:57:15.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerto Galera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><title type='text'>What happened to summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buboy and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary and Mox her ?th birthday with the higop gang and a couple more friends (kuya Dex and Liezel) at Puerto Galera. We all thought that it wouldn’t push through after all those planning we did because of typhoon Emong. But with all our prayers combined, not to mention the dozen eggs that Mox offered to Sta. Clara, we experienced the other side of Galera. Although it was still raining, we had a grand time hiking, swimming, cooking and of course eating at the foot of Tukuran Falls. Too bad Terry weren't able to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer also welcomes a handful of movies that we’ve been looking forward to seeing. Here’s my take on some of them that we saw over summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Demons. Disappointing, really. Da Vinci Code was way better if you ask me. They made a lot of changes from the book. That should have been okay but the fast pace of the story was not captured well in the movie. That and the fact that he leading lady’s acting was pathetic made me feel sorry I even watched it on its first showing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek. I’m not a Star Trek fanatic. I entered the theater prepared to get lost in the universe of… well, the universe through the USS Enterprise. I was surprised to find myself enjoying the movie; what’s more, I was actually able to follow it. Now that alone makes it a good movie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men the Origin: Wolverine. After the movie, I have tons of questions to Buboy, much like after we watched all the other X-men movies. It was entertaining though of course I have very little knowledge of the world of the mutants so try not to persecute me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian. Definitely a children’s movie, so yeah, I enjoyed it. This movie reminds me why I like children’s stories; it brings me to different places that I can’t reach right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminator Salvation. Aside from my irritation over how Kate Connor was portrayed and Bale’s usual character voice, the movie does not disappoint. There are a lot of interesting characters including that of a part-robot, part-human Marcus Wright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF (Best Friends Forever). This is the only local movie that I watched and not with Buboy but with some of my officemates. The movie and its story weren’t so great but what the heck, it was funny and that’s what we came for anyway… to laugh really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from movies, Buboy and I enjoyed some late night TV series marathon and poker sessions. We finished the last season of Grey’s Anatomy and the first season of a new series called Fringed (Science). Buboy and I bought our first 300 pieces chips poker set and had a head to head game with a couple of beers the week we had the set. Hopefully we can arrange poker nights soon and play with whoever can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the season of summer is over. Too bad we weren’t able to go camping at Anawangin. Well, maybe in a couple of months. We still haven’t got a tent yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1350387048484840367?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1350387048484840367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1350387048484840367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1350387048484840367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1350387048484840367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happened-to-summer.html' title='What happened to summer?'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5770042754436447707</id><published>2009-05-06T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:20:46.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinos'/><title type='text'>So how do we sing Lupang Hinirang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot believe that the National Historical Institute (NHI) is after Martin Nievera for the later’s version of Lupang Hinirang. Martin is not the only Filipino singer who injected his own personal touch to our national anthem. I have been disappointed over and over again by the different versions of Lupang Hinirang, Martin’s version included. But of all the versions I heard, I think that Martin’s is closest to the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupang Hinirang is a march. I like its beat, I think it’s regal. It commands attention and respect, at least in my opinion. I have heard that our national anthem has been praised and even said to be one of the best anthem in the world. It’s just too bad that with the many versions we Filipino hears of it, we might not even recognize it in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If NHI is serious in its campaign to preserve the original musical arrangement and composition of Lupang Hinirang, they should not only reprimand Martin Nievera but all the others in the past who sung it with their own rendition. And they shouldn't stop there. They should issue a guide that artists can use on how Lupang Hinirang should be sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5770042754436447707?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5770042754436447707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5770042754436447707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5770042754436447707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5770042754436447707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/lupang-hinirang.html' title='So how do we sing Lupang Hinirang?'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-862512541770297972</id><published>2009-05-04T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:21:13.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinos'/><title type='text'>Pacman knocked the Hitman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pacquiao won the fight against Hatton yesterday winning his 6th world title to date showing the world that he really is a great fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Pacman.. for being one of the Filipinos who capture the world in awe! We are proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-862512541770297972?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/862512541770297972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=862512541770297972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/862512541770297972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/862512541770297972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/pacman-knocked-hitman.html' title='Pacman knocked the Hitman'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3499229062339334009</id><published>2009-04-30T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:59:21.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerto Galera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mineral make-up'/><title type='text'>mineral make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read about mineral make-up three or four years ago at &lt;a href="http://femalenetwork.com/"&gt;femalenetwork &lt;/a&gt;but I never gave it a thought until last week. I came across several sites selling mineral make-up and signed up for a free sample from one of them, &lt;a href="http://www.ellanaminerals.com/"&gt;ellena mineral cosmetics&lt;/a&gt;. The samples arrived yesterday, 2 shades of powder foundation and 1 finishing powder. I tried one of the foundation this morning and was pleased with it. The smoothness reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?categoryId=productRelatedItems&amp;amp;productId=prod4870042"&gt;the body shop’s all-in-one face base&lt;/a&gt;, only this is much, much cheaper. The ¼ teaspoon samples came in mini zip lock plastics and estimated to last for a week at least. I’ll buy containers for my samples and probably order the regular sized foundation and finishing powder when my samples run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this day is gloomy. It has been raining since last night. I hope we get a good weather next week so we can do the little hiking and exploring we plan to do in Puerto Galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it's 6:00pm already so we can get out of here and go home already. Haay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3499229062339334009?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3499229062339334009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3499229062339334009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3499229062339334009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3499229062339334009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/mineral-make-up.html' title='mineral make-up'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-4727124643570683339</id><published>2009-04-27T11:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:23:39.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reunions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last week, April 19 was the grand reunion homecoming of our high school in celebration of its centennial anniversary. Terry and I went together with my sisters Weng and Juvie. It was fun to see old faces again. It was just sad because the event wasn't well advertised that not many alumni were informed. In fact there were only six attendees from Weng's batch and eight from Juvie's. It was good that my batch mates pretty much did everything they could to invite everyone as about forty of us went. The whole event brought back memories of experiences that shaped my adolescence. I'll probably be posting the class picture we took as soon as i had it scanned later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Saturday, April 25 was an outing/reunion of sort of Buboy's family. It was my mother-in-law's birthday and we went swimming in a private pool at Calamba, Laguna. Buboy's family is small and it's nice to see them together all at once as this happens very seldom. It's because his sister lives in Laguna and his brother lives in Bulacan unlike my immediate family who practically live together. I told Buboy that we should really do this reunion-like gathering with his family at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Buboy discovered that he can sing more than twenty songs in one sitting during our family outing. He literally sang for almost two hours and received at least eight 100 scores. He said he now has a favorite - &lt;em&gt;Though the Years&lt;/em&gt; of Kenny Rogers. Well, I don't mind. I love that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-4727124643570683339?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4727124643570683339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=4727124643570683339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4727124643570683339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4727124643570683339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/reunions.html' title='Reunions'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-99878667503571641</id><published>2009-04-11T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:24:01.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>Hospital scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I guess i better blog about my hospital experience, not for anything else, but for the sheer fact that this has been my first in the past 20 years and i wouldn't even be there if not for the fact that i don't have a nebulizer at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my cough started the last time i jogged about 2 weeks ago. I was so sweaty and there was a cold breeze during my walk back to the office. The next day i knew something is up. I didn't jog again because i started coughing already. Then the cold came. Then the next thing i knew imy nose was so clogged i couldn't breath through my nose and my throat hurt from trying to cough out all the phlegm and later my voice was slowly going out. I couldn't sleep for a couple of days until i decided that i need to see a doctor already. Mind you, i wasn't exactly excited about this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Wednesday, Buboy told me that perhaps it's better for me to get confined to a hospital. The idea of sleeping in an air conditioned room struck me. Why not? I haven't used my HMO card. So we made plans and decided that Medical City is the best choice we have. We went to work Wednesday morning, me mostly just to get all the paperwork ready for my confinement. Right after lunch we head down to Medical City's ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately checked at the ER, blood works and x-ray. However, doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me aside from my clogged sinus. They were a bit hesitant to recommend me for inpatient care. Then my attending doctor at the ER said i better stay there for a couple of days to rest. Yey! i was so happy i texted Terry and Mox immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;My first visitors were my two bestfriends! Mox arrived shortly after i got settled in my room and Buboy left to get some supplies from Pasig. A few minutes later Terry was there as well. They stayed until almost midnight. The following night Juvie and Benny came with 3 servings of palabok. We prayed the Station of the Cross at the hospital chapel after Juvie and Benny left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept most of the time i was in the hospital and Buboy did the same if he's not watching TV. Our bill was more than 13k but Buboy paid only P15 for a glass i didn't realized i requested. However, we spent almost 3k for food, parking and outpatient medines. But we did enjoy the fact that while others are suffering the haet outside, we were comfortably cool in my room at the 11th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Buboy was the best caretaker there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-99878667503571641?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/99878667503571641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=99878667503571641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/99878667503571641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/99878667503571641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-scene.html' title='Hospital scene'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7964903709321020212</id><published>2009-04-11T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:18:53.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Nanay and Tatay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This article was forwarded to me awhile ago. I felt tears in my eyes as I read it because my Nanay and Tatay too gave the best years of their lives for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SeAjMSyjyaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z6m1OJuz234/s1600-h/ATT1713470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323293453661227426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SeAjMSyjyaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z6m1OJuz234/s320/ATT1713470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Tatay very strong, both in body and in personality. He’s very wise and objective that relatives from both sides of the family come to him for advice and support. He never let any of them down, always giving his time to hear out their problems and/or celebrate good times with them. I always feel protected whenever he is around. Tatay is the first man in my life and I still cannot imagine life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay also has a very strong personality. I have inherited at least half of mine from her. I think that is the reason why we always clash before. But it was just recently that I appreciated her strength. She holds our family together. She takes care of my Tatay now that he is sick and she still takes care of us and the household. Although she gets tired easily these days, she still doesn’t stop doing what she thinks she should do. Nanay never complain, even when she feels something and that makes us fear for her health sometimes. She may talk a lot at times but she knows when to stop. She is the picture of a strong woman, loving wife and caring mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get to see them often these days, but I still always think of them, maybe more often than before. I try harder to please them and make them happy in little ways. We were not brought up to be showy of our affection, thus saying I love you is not natural to us. But I hope they know that we love them, and I hope they know that we know and feel that they love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7964903709321020212?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7964903709321020212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7964903709321020212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7964903709321020212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7964903709321020212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/nanay-and-tatay.html' title='Nanay and Tatay'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SeAjMSyjyaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z6m1OJuz234/s72-c/ATT1713470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7355265407841858964</id><published>2009-03-27T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:28:59.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My 35th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I celebrated my birthday with Buboy last weekend. We booked a room at Holiday Inn Galleria and spent Saturday night there. We didn’t have dinner Saturday night because we had a late lunch of steak but we bought a pint of ice cream, chips and soda for some night snack while watching TV. The next day, we celebrated Mass at the Edsa Shrine after a late buffet breakfast at the hotel then had steak again for late lunch at Chilli's. The food trip alone made up for the fact that I had my period that weekend. It was nice, spending the weekend with just the two of us. We had a corner room with two full glass walls. The bed was a bit springy at first but really comfy and I love the pillows. We’re thinking of doing it again next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the pounds I lost through jogging were instantly back after that weekend. I cannot believe how fast my weight bounced back. I didn’t have a weigh-in before I started jogging, but I noticed some changes in my middle part after several sessions. However, I couldn’t be disappointed about a nice, relaxing weekend, can I? At least it proves that jogging really makes a difference for me. I jogged again last Wednesday and I’m supposed to again tonight, but it’s currently raining. I don’t know how long this rain would last. The weather these days can really be confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7355265407841858964?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7355265407841858964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7355265407841858964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7355265407841858964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7355265407841858964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-35th-birthday.html' title='My 35th birthday'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2371016069450044509</id><published>2009-03-18T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:50:15.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebook'/><title type='text'>electronic books</title><content type='html'>I recently discovered ebooks. Actually, I have a couple of ebooks since last year but I can’t bring myself to read them. I feel it’ll strain my eyes or something. I even printed the whole 182 pages of Good Omens so that I can read it comfortably. Last weekend I downloaded a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince because for once I wanted to read the book first before I watch it on film. I was actually planning of printing it chapter by chapter but when I started reading it via my pc (in the office) I realized it wasn’t so hard after all. I guess all those net surfing paid off, my eyes can stare at the monitor reading articles for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is I got really excited that I downloaded the complete Harry Potter series (I only read The Goblet of Fire and only because my sister Weng got a free copy from a book fair) and the Twilight series. I guess I’m too cheap to buy the books, he.he. And since Buboy is again working from home, he has his own pc and I can use our pc by myself (to read or watch films) when I’m home. Also, I can read some even at the office when things are not so busy. My appreciation to this age’s technology has just gone up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2371016069450044509?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2371016069450044509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2371016069450044509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2371016069450044509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2371016069450044509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/electronic-books.html' title='electronic books'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6756346328440694776</id><published>2009-03-16T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:57:58.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running in circles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today will be my 4th run session. I can’t believe that I actually enjoyed running and walking after work. I know I said I was excited, but still, I was half expecting that I’ll give up after a couple of sessions. Probably it’s because I do it on my own - no trainer, I always run with a friend (except today but it's okay), and it lessens my guilt over eating binges with Buboy during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m having fun with my new found activity, I have other things in my mind right now. I’m a bit worried about the traces of blood that I have noticed with my discharge. It’s not every day that I see it, and God knows I keep a watchful eye on that one. I think it’s happened four or five times already in the past two to three weeks. At first I thought it’s just a sign that my period is coming, but it hasn’t come until now. I’m scared that something might be wrong with me down there.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, the silly me is hoping that the blood-stained discharge might be a sign of pregnancy. So I bought a pregnancy test. The result is negative. And I wonder why I feel so bad when deep inside I know what the test would say even before i had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate this! I feel like I’m running in circles and I don’t know how and when to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6756346328440694776?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6756346328440694776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6756346328440694776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6756346328440694776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6756346328440694776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-in-circles.html' title='Running in circles'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-4317736639055908429</id><published>2009-03-03T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:22:33.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>time to do some exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buboy plays basketball with his officemates every Friday. I encourage him because I know the exercise is good for him plus he gets some time with the boys. I need some exercise too, not only because I have to do something while I wait for him on Fridays, but because I’m getting bigger every day. And so last weekend I bought my first rubber (running) shoes in 15 years. I plan to run around the park near our office every Friday… and maybe a bit more often when I get the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research on jogging/running and found out that I can burn about 350 calories by running for 30 minutes (hey, i'm not in too much hurry to be rid of all my flabÜ). However, it is not advisable for someone like me to immediately start running. I’ll have to start with intervals of walking, brisk walking, and running. Then of course there’s some stretching I need to do before and after each run. I think I’ll need to really do that so that my body won’t go into too much shock when I start this activity. I can still recall how sore my body was after that caving and hiking thing we did in Sagada a few months ago… argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is a good day to start. I can stay in bed the whole day next day should my body beg me to. I’m excited! I just hope this excitement will last long enough for me see some results.. some 20 pound results I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-4317736639055908429?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4317736639055908429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=4317736639055908429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4317736639055908429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4317736639055908429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-do-some-exercise.html' title='time to do some exercise'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7258917220314290398</id><published>2009-03-02T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:21:27.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby blues'/><title type='text'>Baby blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday Buboy and I went to attend the dedication of Kian, Allan and Susan’s baby. Allan is one of Buboy’s friends from college. I was excited to go, not only because Allan has been a good friend of mine too, but because his baby was so cute the last we saw him at Francis’ baby’s christening last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the venue a little early and went outside to wait. Then Ritchie and Sherrie came and we girls chatted while the boys did the same in the other corner. After a few how are you’s, Sherrie broke the news that she’s already 4 months pregnant. I got really excited and happy for her and I know she actually saw it. Then Nhey and Arlyn came with their daughter Julliene. I noticed that Arlyn is getting bigger and I was later informed that she’s 5 months pregnant with their 2nd baby. I was still okay that time and still happy for the two moms sitting beside me. However, when we were all seated down inside and the ninongs were called to seat in front that I began to feel depressed. Nhey said he’s not a ninong because Allan is already the ninong of their first child and according to superstitions it’s not good. It dawned on me that Buboy is the ninong of all his closest friends from college’s first child. Who will he get to be the ninong when we finally have our baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the dedication ceremony, Allan and Susan offered a prayer and they said something like thank you Lord for entrusting us to nurture a life. Big time sadness hits me again. I wonder why God would not trust me to nurture another life. Can’t I do it? Tears started to line my eyes. It hurt so much to push them back so no one would notice. We ended up going earlier than the rest of Buboy’s friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was over this. I thought I have already accepted that God might have other plans for us. I thought wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7258917220314290398?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7258917220314290398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7258917220314290398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7258917220314290398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7258917220314290398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-blues.html' title='Baby blues'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1555172573366092119</id><published>2009-02-27T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:10:39.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo'/><title type='text'>Road trip to Neo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all visited Neo last weekend, except Nanay, Tatay and Jun-Jun. Nanay and Tatay wanted to come but we didn't think Tatay is up for an 8-hour drive (2-way) yet. He was brought to the ER a week before we went to Neo because of pneumonia and is still a bit weak. And Jun-Jun, well, he’s a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I was so excited to see Neo again, though I was also nervous that he might not know us anymore. The moment we reached their place, I picked him up from his mother and he started to cry. Of course he did not recognize us, it’s been more than 3 months since he last saw us. But he did warmed up to us eventually, at least before we had to say goodbye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo, though had been in a hospital, had measles and allergies, is still a bright and happy baby. He was always moving about and playing. He crawl fast and always wanted to be in a sitting position or walking (held, of course). I missed him already. Maybe because I know it’ll be a long time before I get to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Jun-Jun would realize how lucky he is to have Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we’re already up north, we passed by Clark for some duty free shopping. I bought sweatpants for jogging (which I’ll write about next time) and of course chocolates and pistachios. It was a fun day, not only because we get to see Neo again, but because road trip with my siblings are always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1555172573366092119?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1555172573366092119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1555172573366092119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1555172573366092119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1555172573366092119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-trip-to-neo.html' title='Road trip to Neo'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2754271067572944253</id><published>2009-02-20T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:36:36.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>hot air balloon fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, Buboy and I went to see lots of things that fly at the 14th hot air balloon festival at Clarkfield, Pampanga. It was a fun and different way to celebrate Valentine’s Day. True enough, we saw a lot of flying things such as small airplanes (2-seater), sky gliders, sky divers, helicopters, loads of kites, and of course hot air balloons in different shapes, sizes, and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the events that we didn’t miss (hey, we need to catch up on some sleep a few hours there in the park) are the hot air balloon flight, aerobatic flight display, Philippine Navy and PNP skydiving show, skydiving exhibition, light airplane balloon busting competition, kite flying, and the hot air balloon night glow. There were also photo exhibits with amazing pictures that makes me want to take up photography too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airfield was covered with people of all ages. We saw a lot of baby carriages and granny wheelchairs too. It was good judgment on buboy’s part that we brought a &lt;em&gt;banig&lt;/em&gt; as we position ourselves in the middle of the crowds with tents and mats. Being Valentine’s Day, there were two really sweet proposals via sky gliders that day. But it doesn’t change the fact that it was a true family affair. I’m glad buboy took me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2754271067572944253?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2754271067572944253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2754271067572944253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2754271067572944253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2754271067572944253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-air-balloon-fest.html' title='hot air balloon fest'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7604666809462502965</id><published>2009-02-13T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:52:30.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo'/><title type='text'>I miss Neo</title><content type='html'>I miss Neo. I was hoping we could visit him last month but it was a busy month so.. We haven't seen him in three months. I know he's changed a lot. I wish he still remembers us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SZ5apGJ57lI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9n7iCtkXzp0/s1600-h/Neo+2.5+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304777073162317394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SZ5apGJ57lI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9n7iCtkXzp0/s320/Neo+2.5+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking at his photos when he was with us and his face has really changed since he arrived at Pasig in September until he went back to Pangasinan in November. I'll have his photos printed so i can give them copies. I want him to remember his family in Pasig as i know we won't be seeing him that often. I hope we get to visit him next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7604666809462502965?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7604666809462502965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7604666809462502965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7604666809462502965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7604666809462502965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-neo.html' title='I miss Neo'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SZ5apGJ57lI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9n7iCtkXzp0/s72-c/Neo+2.5+months.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3551191184769129513</id><published>2009-01-30T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:57:20.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>2008 Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inspired by the blog of my sister-at-heart Mec, I listed down some of the things that sums up my 2008. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. Something new that I did in 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I went on a long road trip with Buboy and we went caving (twice!) which may be the most physical of all my activities in the past five years at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. New year’s resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I actually don’t have one except to try to keep writing on my thank you journal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. What I want for 2009 that I did not get last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. Most memorable experience or happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;It’s still the road trip that Buboy and I did early 2008. It was the best two weeks of our lives together. It proves that we can live alone together, far from family and friends, have lots of fun and not kill each other :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. Achievements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adjusted well enough back at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;6. Disappointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I don't try hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7. Investments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Probably the new insurance and retirement fund we bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8. Splurge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;For me it has to be the dress I wore at Juvie and Benny’s wedding. I still can’t believe I paid that much for a beach dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9. Historical event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Everyone will agree it has to be Obama winning the US presidency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;10. Life lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I can’t do everything and it's okay.. God sent someone special to help..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how hard it is to answer some of the items above, to think I chose them items! I guess I wasn’t really being conscious of what was happening to me last year. This is eye-opening! I shouldn’t miss what happens in my own life… I should be on top of it! I really should do better in my 2009 summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3551191184769129513?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3551191184769129513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3551191184769129513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3551191184769129513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3551191184769129513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-summary.html' title='2008 Summary'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2737535901442999985</id><published>2009-01-29T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:12:48.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><title type='text'>the blog's new face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was looking for a new look for this blog. I kinda got tired of the old one. I thought maybe a new template every now and then would motivate me to visit the site and blog something every few days or so. I found a lot of pretty templates online but I'm having trouble downloading what I like so I ended up with a custom blogger template. I also love this one because of its clean breezy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for Buboy to pick me up. I bet he's on his way already coming from his 4:00pm meeting at HighStreet. I'm well fed from our afternoon meryenda so I'm still okay, though I hope he gets here soon. I guess i'll have to busy myself with the internet for now. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2737535901442999985?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2737535901442999985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2737535901442999985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2737535901442999985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2737535901442999985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/bolgs-new-face.html' title='the blog&apos;s new face'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-8139413914390680950</id><published>2009-01-15T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:48:17.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Nanay's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nanay celebrated her 60th birthday last January 12. We had a simple party for her and invited mostly relatives. Weng, Juvie and I chipped-in for everything. It was fun. Considering that it was a Monday, a lot of people attended and we were up until 2:00am cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Nanay happy senior years ahead. We may not be okay most of my adolescent years but I have come to appreciate her and what she’s done for us since I graduated from college. We’re still not that close but I believe our relationship has improved a lot since my younger years. I love her and I know she loves us too. I really hope we can give her good life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-8139413914390680950?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8139413914390680950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=8139413914390680950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8139413914390680950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8139413914390680950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/nanays-birthday.html' title='Nanay&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-4450257237853749151</id><published>2009-01-12T13:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:30:11.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sagada'/><title type='text'>Sagada... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buboy and I went to Sagada for the second time in 2008, this time with my sister Weng. We were mesmerized and truly captured by the beauty of Sagada and its people when we reached it at the tail of our January 2008 Northern exposure trip that we made a promise to ourselves to go back, and we did! This time our trip there was in the middle of a very long Christmas holiday vacation, thus the place was beaming with tourist, local and otherwise. Even the president (GMA) visited Sagada while we're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went caving again, though instead of the big cave exploration (Sumaging Cave) we opted to try the cave connection. It’s a bit more exciting (not to mention exhausting) as we entered the burial cave and came out of Sumaging cave. It was a 4-hour tour inside the cave but it tested my endurance and patience and I found out I still have enough stamina so it was well worth it. The next day we hiked to the big falls. It was an hour-long hike down a rice terraces. The falls is so majestic and its crystal clear cool water refreshes us after a long hike under the sun. But the hike back up almost crashed all the energy I had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes us want to go back there over and over again is not only the refreshingly cold mountain air and the striking landscape with all the adventures it brings, but also the Sagadan people who have shown us nothing but warmth and hospitality. Truly Sagada may be considered the last frontier of Luzon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-4450257237853749151?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4450257237853749151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=4450257237853749151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4450257237853749151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4450257237853749151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/sagada-again.html' title='Sagada... again'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7026225082718761732</id><published>2008-09-17T06:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:27:26.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juvie's wedding got rained. Well, not like it's something new.. my wedding got rained too. Okay, mine was a little drizzle compared to what poured down last Sept. 8. But the good thing about Juvie's was that the emcees pushed through with the program despite the heavy rain. It was fun. And i was pleased that many complimented my dress.. but i'm pretty pissed because the deejay kept changing CDs. Can't seem to get through his head that the CDs we gave him contains the "sound" especially prepared (by me) for the wedding. ahrg! Buboy was very supportive. Again, he tire himself by being a volunteer errand man coming and going to the house to fetch something for the party at the clubhouse. The newly wed was happy and they looked great and their parents cried and the guests stayed to finished the party. What more can they asked for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo came to attend the wedding though he only got to see the church ceremony. He stayed home during the reception party because of the heavy rain. We bought him a stroller and so Tatay always brings him along (when it's not raining) for his early morning walk. Neo is a good boy.. always smiling.. seldom cries. I hope he can stay that way always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday before the wedding Buboy and i were invited by Terry to spend the night at Taal Vista Lodge in Tagaytay courtesy of her office. Who can refuse? We lounge around the hotel and relaxed a bit before we were dragged to a road trip. Taal Vista is indeed a nice hotel. I plan to ask Buboy to book us in again sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some problem between Buboy and i popped up right after the big day of Juvie and Benny. We're okay now. But it gave us quite a scare. I realized a lot of things during that time.. and how much i love my husband is one of them. Now, we're moving on.. one day at a time.. but i know i have to do something. There are times between now and that day that i feel relaxed again and thought that perhaps everything is okay now and that nothing like that is going to happen to us again and i don't have to worry anymore.. but i know it's wrong so i force myself to stay focused and do what i must do. It's a bit hard really but hopefully what i'll do will save not only us but Buboy and myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i know i haven't written anything about the "Ultraelectromagneticnight" but i guess a lot of things have been said about it already anyway.. what else is there to say? Well, maybe that we had fun though we felt &lt;em&gt;bitin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.. life goes on.. and i dare myself to be an active participant of life from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7026225082718761732?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7026225082718761732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7026225082718761732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7026225082718761732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7026225082718761732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3103147803990510003</id><published>2008-08-29T16:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:39:10.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>Eraserheads reunion concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot believe i'll be watching the Eraserhaeds Reunion Concert tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile there i thought i won't be able to see Ely, Raymund, Buddy and Marcus performing in the same band again. But hey, i already got tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited because it's been such a long time since Mox and i went to a concert and i have never seen a concert with Buboy before, this will be the first. It'll be fun to watch one of my favorite bands with two of the closest people in my life. I am sure it's gonna be awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more about it after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3103147803990510003?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3103147803990510003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3103147803990510003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3103147803990510003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3103147803990510003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/eraserheads-reunion-concert.html' title='Eraserheads reunion concert'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3939743800319525415</id><published>2008-06-24T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:23:43.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo'/><title type='text'>Neo Amitiel</title><content type='html'>We (Buboy, Tatay, Nanay and Weng) went to Pangasinan last Saturday to visit Neo. We were lucky to miss Frank by a few hours. Anyway, here are the first pictures of Neo, he's barely four days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7niECrNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4LRsb3cJ08E/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215445025072262354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7niECrNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4LRsb3cJ08E/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7ntP_M5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/W9mV-iiHEYM/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215445028075156370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7ntP_M5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/W9mV-iiHEYM/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD6D5K7FmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yhr6LQ_K9jA/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215443313288222306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD6D5K7FmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yhr6LQ_K9jA/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7nzfVubI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B9gtKF-ziGU/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215445029750159794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7nzfVubI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B9gtKF-ziGU/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD6EYGMeBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N28EZj7W7-U/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215443321589889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD6EYGMeBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N28EZj7W7-U/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tita chebong :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3939743800319525415?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3939743800319525415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3939743800319525415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3939743800319525415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3939743800319525415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/neo-amitiel.html' title='Neo Amitiel'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SGD7niECrNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4LRsb3cJ08E/s72-c/IMG_0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-9107852687956104411</id><published>2008-06-18T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:30:50.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo'/><title type='text'>I am now an Aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother is now a daddy and I’m officially an aunt! I was so happy when I learned that Mae, Jun-Jun’s girlfriend was pregnant… and now that she’s given birth I’m nothing but euphoric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I learned that Mae was at the hospital and already into labor I got very nervous and excited at the same time. All I prayed for was a healthy normal baby for them. Baby Neo was born this morning. His daddy said he’s handsome. I can’t wait to see the new baby God sent here on earth. And I can’t believe how happy I am for them and the baby. It was like I never felt sad and mad and jealous and sorry for me ever in seeing some other couple have their baby. I am surprise myself. I hope and pray that baby Neo will grow up healthy, good and smart. And I pray that his parents become the good parents that they are meant to be for him. And of course I also pray that God will send us our own kurly miracle soon… because I never doubted that He will…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-9107852687956104411?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9107852687956104411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=9107852687956104411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/9107852687956104411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/9107852687956104411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-now-aunt.html' title='I am now an Aunt'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1906450199224298017</id><published>2008-06-12T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:31:51.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><title type='text'>I'm writing again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My former editor texted me two weeks ago and ask if I can write again as he has lots of load. I said I can probably handle one regular article (400-500 words) a day but not more since I’m back to my regular job. I thought it was just for a few days but I’m still writing for him now. I can’t believe I’m managing to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty nice actually, not because of the money, as the pay is so cheap I won’t even be able to buy a headband on a single article. I’m just glad to be writing. I’m still hoping to able to regularly write on this blog. I hope I’ll be able to express my thoughts and feelings through words more. Someday i'll get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1906450199224298017?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1906450199224298017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1906450199224298017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1906450199224298017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1906450199224298017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-writing-again.html' title='I&apos;m writing again'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5639702705951469186</id><published>2008-05-29T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:37:34.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurly reviews'/><title type='text'>movies! movies! movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Buboy and I went to watch Sex and the City. I love those girls. I finished the series and I have my own copy of all the six seasons. Buboy knows this so he just has to say yes to me when I asked to watch it on its first showing day. I enjoyed the movie very much. Buboy said it’s very predictable. Yes I agree but it’s also very entertaining. It’s the same Sex and the City that I loved watching years ago. I got to have a copy of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, we watched Indiana Jones last week and Iron Man a couple of weeks ago… both on its first showing day. They too were very entertaining, though it was a bit weird to me that this Indy movie has an alien twist to it. And Iron Man… now that’s a different story. Unlike Indiana Jones, I never heard of Iron Man until Buboy started talking about it since he heard Hollywood is making a movie of it. I was ignorant about this super hero that I was surprised I liked the movie. I’m even looking forward to its sequel. &lt;a href="http://kurlymoviefreaks.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-its-favreau-lous.html"&gt;Buboy has written an amazing piece on it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to comic super heroes… I’m patiently waiting for Hulk. Not because I’m a fan of this incredible hero but because I’m a fan of Edward Norton who will be staring on it. Another film (from comics) I’m looking forward to seeing is the second movie of Hellboy. We saw the trailer last night and it was amazing. I have no doubt that I’ll enjoy it like I did the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Buboy and I will be going to Metrowalk this weekend for some DVD’s to watch at home. Also, I’ll be meeting with Diane for my bag hook. These and the prospect of sleeping until lunch makes the weekend wait seem unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5639702705951469186?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5639702705951469186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5639702705951469186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5639702705951469186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5639702705951469186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/movies-movies-movies.html' title='movies! movies! movies!'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7313551859344246677</id><published>2008-05-16T11:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:38:20.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>Summer outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow we are going to Buboy's company outing. Tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; company outing too. We decided to join Buboy's &amp;amp; skip mine. Come to think of it, i'm not much into company excursions. I have been working for more than 10 years and have only joined a company summer trip once, twice if you count another outing of Buboy's two years ago. I'm just not comfortable. Years ago it was because of my legs but these days it's because of my tummy. I love going to the beach. I have loved it since I went to Boracay with my college friends so many years ago. Being with close friends and family in a swim wear doesn't bother me much, but being seen with all my imperfections by people who don't really know me is a bit too much for me to handle. I guess having Buboy beside me helps, besides i'm going to his outing (not mine) for the 2nd time, it must mean something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of outings, our college barkada trip to subic is postponed indefinitely. It was supposed to be an excursion with our families. But putting it together is not as easy as organizing outings when we were all single. Times do change. But I really hope we can fix something up soon. Our yearly get-together is not enough to keep up with what's happening with all of us. I don't want us to out-grow each other, it's the saddest thing that could happen to a great friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7313551859344246677?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7313551859344246677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7313551859344246677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7313551859344246677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7313551859344246677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-outing.html' title='Summer outing'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-8199615425302484102</id><published>2008-05-08T13:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:39:57.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>4th wedding anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is our wedding anniversary. We have been together for 10 years now, 4 years as husband and wife. I still can’t believe we’ve been together that long. Sometimes I even forget I am married to Buboy! Now don’t get me wrong. I take it as something positive. I mean, at least I know I’m not getting bored with my husband. Our life has not become ordinary and he has continued to be interesting to me. Believe me, I still get excited over meeting Buboy after work and still feel like we're on a date every time we go out. We have been together long enough to grow up together that it is amazing we still discover lots of surprising things about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everyday is a sunny day for us. Buboy and I are but (very) ordinary couple after all. I’m just glad to have lots of happy moments that drown up the bad ones when needed. I know we’ll continue to stock up on positive experiences to will last us our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SCKZ6tf5a2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zBVlaTJirKg/s1600-h/here+we+are+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197886153863818082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SCKZ6tf5a2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zBVlaTJirKg/s320/here+we+are+now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Mec, the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-8199615425302484102?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8199615425302484102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=8199615425302484102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8199615425302484102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8199615425302484102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/4th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='4th wedding anniversary'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SCKZ6tf5a2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zBVlaTJirKg/s72-c/here+we+are+now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2658252675311009945</id><published>2008-04-25T11:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:24:23.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>How do you know that God loves you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I’ve been yakking about how Buboy and I want so much to be parents and how I’ve been going through the challenges of infertility. I may sound frustrated and sometimes even desperate, and I do feel that way too sometimes. But generally, I feel blessed. I have a great, loving and supportive husband and an extended family that cares for us. I have a big network of friends from every angle of my life. I have work. And I am happy. I guess I’m contented enough that sometimes, if not often, I forget to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are situations that automatically prompt me to call on God and HE never fails to make HIS presence felt. And it comforts me. I don’t know really how it works. I just call on HIM to send the Holy Spirit to help me get out whatever mess I’m in and HE’s there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the prayer I always sing inside my head when my heart starts to beat so fast I can hardly think. I learned this from school a long time ago that I’m not even sure if I have the words right. Nevertheless, this prayer has never let me down. Not even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Come Holy Spirit I need You.&lt;br /&gt;Come Holy Spirit I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Come in Your own special power.&lt;br /&gt;Come in Your own special way.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to think that God sends me little troubles to remind me of HIM. But then again, I also believe that God is there to help us get through the bumps &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (stupidly) set on our life. These are the little everyday miracles that prove of God's love for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2658252675311009945?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2658252675311009945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2658252675311009945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2658252675311009945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2658252675311009945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-do-you-know-that-god-loves-you.html' title='How do you know that God loves you?'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-4506788343958659162</id><published>2008-04-16T17:54:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:35:50.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Family outing '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First weekend of April, my family and I went to Ilocos. It was a return for Buboy and me since it was one of the places we visited during our two-week tour of northern Philippines early this year. Pagudpud was one of the highlights of our trip then and since it is summer, we decided to go back and bring my family along. Pagudpud is also a great venue for the pre-nuptial pictorial of Juvie and Benny so we brought Gene, the photographer, to the trip too. Of course the Higop Gang won’t be complete without Mox so she left her precious little bubbles (her dog) to the care of someone else during our 3-day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buboy was the only driver of the trip and I’m his ever efficient co-pilot. I swear I have improved my map reading skills since our January escapade (of which I’ll write about too… soon). Pagudpud is roughly an eleven hour drive from Manila, that’s exclusive of stop-over for some stretching. We left Pasig around 10pm on Thursday and arrived at Laoag in time for breakfast and some last minute grocery purchase the following day. Pagudpud greeted us with its midday sun. The place is wonderful! It’s definitely a breather because you can see more beach than people unlike Galera and Boracay on summer. The rest of what remains of the day was spent for the pre-nup pictorial at the beach and the windmills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcN8bBMi5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/z4YotJ_BKY0/s1600-h/windmills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190132427263871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcN8bBMi5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/z4YotJ_BKY0/s320/windmills.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was beach day! Even though Buboy was dead-tired the previous day, we actually woke up early to enjoy the beach with the rest of the gang. Even Nanay and Tatay had fun waddling on the sand and sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjd7BMi1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/stZPlQTztt8/s1600-h/family+pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190085723789495122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjd7BMi1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/stZPlQTztt8/s320/family+pictures2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjd7BMi2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fKCR_MtHQ2I/s1600-h/higop+gang+po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190085723789495138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjd7BMi2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fKCR_MtHQ2I/s320/higop+gang+po.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjebBMi3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cYqI28a8ZAw/s1600-h/the+sexy+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190085732379429746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjebBMi3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cYqI28a8ZAw/s320/the+sexy+couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjebBMi4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/C3MAmu7vDS4/s1600-h/higop+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190085732379429762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAbjebBMi4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/C3MAmu7vDS4/s320/higop+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is again a hectic day for everyone as we prepared early to leave Pagudpud and visit other parts of Ilocos. My parents are big Marcos fans so we just had to bring them to Batac to see the Marcos Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOObBMi6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/136RKhPgMD4/s1600-h/hmm+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190132736501517218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOObBMi6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/136RKhPgMD4/s320/hmm+breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOOrBMi7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/WicJZTbzDXo/s1600-h/nanay+&amp;amp;+tatay+with+the+marcoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190132740796484530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOOrBMi7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/WicJZTbzDXo/s320/nanay+%26+tatay+with+the+marcoses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOOrBMi8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BGs4etk-xuo/s1600-h/mmm..+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190132740796484546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOOrBMi8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BGs4etk-xuo/s320/mmm..+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see the majestic Paoay Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOqLBMi9I/AAAAAAAAAII/WRcqix6mlOU/s1600-h/the+majestic+paoay+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190133213242887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOqLBMi9I/AAAAAAAAAII/WRcqix6mlOU/s320/the+majestic+paoay+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOqbBMi-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fHIRqfTyt6g/s1600-h/at+the+entrance+of+paoay+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190133217537854434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOqbBMi-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fHIRqfTyt6g/s320/at+the+entrance+of+paoay+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOqrBMi_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/7J0wpXYfX_0/s1600-h/the+whole+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190133221832821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcOqrBMi_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/7J0wpXYfX_0/s320/the+whole+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Vigan. Nanay and Tatay actually celebrated the mass at the Vigan Cathedral… in Ilocano. I don’t think they understood anything. Then we strolled down the historic cobbled street of Calle Crisologo and did some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3bBMjAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QGIqkfh0ZPQ/s1600-h/kalesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134540387781634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3bBMjAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QGIqkfh0ZPQ/s320/kalesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3bBMjBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RqO0IWFUTEM/s1600-h/weng+&amp;amp;+mox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134540387781650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3bBMjBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RqO0IWFUTEM/s320/weng+%26+mox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3rBMjCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bbnfheG57x8/s1600-h/by+calle+crisologo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134544682748962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3rBMjCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bbnfheG57x8/s320/by+calle+crisologo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3rBMjDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/trCfK7y19z8/s1600-h/vigan+shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134544682748978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP3rBMjDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/trCfK7y19z8/s320/vigan+shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP37BMjEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/V6CV1zTu-ik/s1600-h/framed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134548977716290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcP37BMjEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/V6CV1zTu-ik/s320/framed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after dinner already when we started out for Manila. We arrived in Pasig almost 6:00am. Naturally, we were all tired and sleepy by then, especially Buboy and me who had to stay awake during the long drive back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcRNrBMjGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8KsKcW4EtkU/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190136022151498850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcRNrBMjGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8KsKcW4EtkU/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun trip. I was especially happy to see that my parents were able to endure the long drive and actually had fun. For me, the hero of the trip is Buboy. He made the trip enjoyable. He was awake more than 24 hours of our first day and more than 24 hours again of our last day. He never complained and he never frowned. He kept his cool and had fun with the rest of us. Now that defines a vacation hero in my dictionary! Thanks so much love. Iloveyousomuch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-4506788343958659162?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4506788343958659162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=4506788343958659162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4506788343958659162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4506788343958659162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-outing-08.html' title='Family outing &apos;08'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/SAcN8bBMi5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/z4YotJ_BKY0/s72-c/windmills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-158553808517406581</id><published>2008-03-13T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:40:47.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven’t written anything here in a long while. I bet the few friends who read this blog is thinking I’ve stopped writing. Well, a bit I guess since I get to spend time with Buboy and then I went back to working fulltime. But there are actually a lot of things I should be writing about because Buboy and I had a really wonderful vacation. I’ll try and write about that really SOON. Right now, I’ll just try to get back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we heard over the radio this morning that the Vatican released a NEW set of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, they can do that and I don’t mind really. I just noticed that unlike the original list, the new one is more specific. This makes me wonder, have we really become insensitive and indifferent that the church has to spell it out for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so much for my first entry this year. I promise myself to write at least a couple of times a week from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-158553808517406581?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/158553808517406581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=158553808517406581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/158553808517406581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/158553808517406581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3097904367771236807</id><published>2007-10-19T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:09:30.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility issues'/><title type='text'>The stress of being fertility-challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I came across an &lt;a href="http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/sim/sim/view_article.php?article_id=94368"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; written by Lani Montreal. I don’t really know who she is, but I relate well with her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fertility &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; a very personal thing for me too. I can’t help but cry every time I hear of someone pregnant. Don’t get me wrong. I love babies. Every time I see one, I smile… I long to touch them and play with them and sometimes to those I see on the streets, care for them. It’s just saddening to think of others having them while we are having such a hard time to make just one. What bothers me more however, are the way people around us are asking how our baby-making project is going on or they give us unsolicited advice and tons of comfort words which do not really serve its purpose… at least not for me. It gives me more stress to answer them or to smile and nod at them than anything about getting pregnant. It is so stressful that I started to detest going to gatherings especially with relatives or even go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a fertility-challenged woman. It was hard for me to believe it then but I have accepted it now. Buboy and I have been married for more than three years and we’re still trying to make our first baby. We have sought the help of modern medicine, alternative medicine and of course God. We tried everything of what our resources can handle. Yet, our little curly-haired gift has not yet arrived. We have not given up though. We are not giving up. Buboy said we are going to be mom and dad someday, even if it means having to adopt. And that is fine by me. And that should be fine with others too, right? Frankly, I am starting not to care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-chebong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3097904367771236807?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3097904367771236807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3097904367771236807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3097904367771236807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3097904367771236807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/stress-of-being-fertility-challenged.html' title='The stress of being fertility-challenged'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6743471381871445465</id><published>2007-10-19T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:51:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace Ninang Baby</title><content type='html'>My Ninang Baby passed away last Monday, October 15, 2007. She was buried today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninang, i know you will finally get the rest you deserve with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please keep my Ninang in your grace along with the others who departed in Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6743471381871445465?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6743471381871445465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6743471381871445465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6743471381871445465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6743471381871445465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/rest-in-peace-ninang-baby.html' title='Rest in peace Ninang Baby'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7032943021838260740</id><published>2007-10-03T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:10:30.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Being a professional writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few months ago, during the start of my long leave, I wrote here that one of things I wanted to do during my hiatus from regular work is to write… anything! Several times I thought I will be able to fulfill this goal. But it wasn’t until last week when I finally got a real chance to write… professionally. Okay, it wasn’t something that pays well, yet I get paid doing it so I call it writing professionally. Please bear with me. Besides, I had to take a really long writing test to be accepted, though only as a probationary writer. The thing that excites me however is the fact that after submitting my first batch of articles, the head editor gave me another batch to work on. I mean, that should say that I did pretty well, right? I’m really glad to be doing this, if only to hone my writing skills. Buboy thinks my writing has really improved. That, coming from someone I look up to when it comes to writing, is really something for me. He’s been very supportive from the start, never doubting my skill. That’s my husband! Maybe someday I’ll even get to write a book, something that I have always dreamed of. There’s no harm in dreaming… and of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7032943021838260740?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7032943021838260740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7032943021838260740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7032943021838260740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7032943021838260740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-professional-writer.html' title='Being a professional writer'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1928393030608260943</id><published>2007-09-23T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:58:11.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Engagement: a happy occasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aside from the films, I haven’t witnessed a wedding proposal before. And it has been four years since Buboy and I got engaged ourselves. Thus I didn’t realize since last night just how beautiful it can be even for the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Juvie got a marriage proposal from her long time boyfriend Benny during one of the regular meetings of the church group they are both actively involved in. We are not a member of this group. However Benny asked us to be there so we went. My sister was obviously surprised to see us there. But we did well by actually participating in the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny was one of the key speakers for the night and he talked about love finishing it off by going to my sister who was seated among the others and kneeling, presented her with a ring and asked the question “will you be my wife?” Now this happened inside the village chapel making the event serene despite the many cheers and laughter from the group. Juvie was clearly surprised and dumbfounded she turned beet red and was not able to immediately answer. But of course she did say yes after several moments of speechlessness. Well, it has been proven long ago that speechlessness can occur during intense moments such as this so it was not taken negatively by both Benny and the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting and the main event, which apparently was the proposal, the group decided to celebrate a little by dropping by Mc Donald’s Fort for a late dinner and afterwards coffee at UCC next-door. Buboy and I had fun along with everyone else despite the fact that we’re not part of the group and some of them we've only just met. However, I noticed how Juvie was still quite silent for most of the night. But it was evident that it was a happy silence. I bet she’s reenacting in her mind the proposal over and over. Well, she was clearly glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RxiGhIETsUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tL1HHjNj344/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122992479793295682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RxiGhIETsUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tL1HHjNj344/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The couple with the witnesses at UCC cafe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the newly engaged couple, Juvie and Benny, Buboy and I wish you strength as you share the gift of love and happiness that God has given you. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1928393030608260943?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1928393030608260943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1928393030608260943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1928393030608260943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1928393030608260943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/engagement-happy-occasion.html' title='Engagement: a happy occasion'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RxiGhIETsUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tL1HHjNj344/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2364479288076071958</id><published>2007-09-08T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:25:10.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama Mary....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is September 8... Mama Mary's Birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Birthday Mama... we love you and we thank you for watching over this particular Kurly Couple all this time. We know that you will continue to intercede not only in our behalf, but that of the whole world. We thank you for your continued blessings and prayers for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2364479288076071958?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2364479288076071958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2364479288076071958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2364479288076071958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2364479288076071958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-mama-mary.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama Mary....'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5383822820011786182</id><published>2007-09-07T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:20:45.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><title type='text'>Farewell Baldo... We'll miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of our dogs, Baldo, died this early morning. He was the oldest of our three dogs. Baldo was the alpha dog in the house. He was given to my brother when he was just a puppy and has been with us for ten years. Although he was such a sweet dog (to our family), he was also a loud and extremely territorial dog. Those who don’t know him (heck! even those who know him but see him rarely) are terrified of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baldo’s companion for six years was Basti. He was given to me by Mox when he was also just a puppy. Baldo and Basti, though always together fight a lot… especially when we adopted a female dog. We had to give her up, the two dogs were fighting over her like crazy! But even when the lady dog was gone, they would still fight. We’d see one of them limping and we’d know. It’s like a sport to them somehow. They were always in competition. They compete over food, attention from us; they would even compete in barking to let us know someone is at the gate. We’d always know from their barking though if that someone is a stranger or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when Baldo was lying under the table slowly slipping away, Basti stood by him with his head close to Baldo’s as if whispering consoling words, staying there, not leaving. When Baldo finally used up his final breath, Basti nudged his head as if waking him up, not believing that he had already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say fighting among true friends is normal. They also say that dogs make good friends. I now know it’s true. I’ve seen it happen. Baldo and Basti, despite being just dogs know what friendship is. And their friendship goes beyond their fights. I wish all people would experience such friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been worrying about Basti for awhile now, with him being quiet and obviously depressed the whole day. But then again, everyone needs time to mourn a lost friend, Basti included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5383822820011786182?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5383822820011786182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5383822820011786182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5383822820011786182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5383822820011786182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/farewell-baldo-well-miss-you.html' title='Farewell Baldo... We&apos;ll miss you...'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6325011276450514146</id><published>2007-08-29T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:40:28.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pig Named Malou Fernandez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malou Fernandez is very famous these days. She’s been talk of the town across socioeconomic levels. Too bad she’s not enjoying it, as I’m sure of… because she won’t be able to show her face to the public for awhile. Everyone is calling her a pig… not because she’s overweight… but because she acts like one. I think people can forgive her for acting like a diva and for being one hell of a social climbing elitist… but for being degrading of others is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She not only insulted the OFWs in her article “From Boracay to Greece”, she’s also defended herself by calling those who spoke up against her writings humorless illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can blame the people who have responded with curses and bad words that attacked her personally. She deserves it. She’s not even sincere in her (sarcastic) apology. I don’t think she even understands why a lot of people hate her guts. She has irked the Filipino people, not for being a cheap brand-dropping bitch, but for being an insensitive brat who thinks so highly of herself and so lowly of others, especially of the hardworking OFWs. The worst part is... she’s also a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I don’t want to give her a space in this blog. But heck, maybe she deserves some after all… if only for uniting the Filipinos into showing our support to the OFWs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6325011276450514146?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6325011276450514146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6325011276450514146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6325011276450514146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6325011276450514146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/pig-named-malou-fernandez.html' title='A Pig Named Malou Fernandez'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3689873089320884162</id><published>2007-08-12T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:28:02.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST Tigers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>"VINDICATION" is a dish best served... GOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ey-Yo... Eh-Eh-Eyo...... Ey-Yo... Eh-Eh-Eyo!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*uhrrmmmm*&lt;/em&gt;... Sorry 'bout that, let me compose myself a little... &lt;em&gt;*whew!*&lt;/em&gt; okay, I think I got it under control now... lemme' see, where was I? oh yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the start of the second round eliminations in the current season of UAAP basketball. Chebong and I were invited by our good friend Mox to watch the pride of our beloved Alma-Mater, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of Santo Tomas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Growling Tigers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go up against the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green Archers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De La Salle University. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was excited at the idea of getting to watch live college ball again. It's been a little less than 10 years since I got to go to one of these things &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; and "&lt;em&gt;a-little-bit-psyched-up&lt;/em&gt;" would be a pretty &lt;em&gt;weak&lt;/em&gt; description of what I was feeling one week prior to game-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Admittedly, it was pretty weird getting back into the whole "&lt;em&gt;school spirit&lt;/em&gt;" thing. I remember back in college when my buddies and I used to go to these things. One can't help but reminice on the things that made it all one heck of a fun ride: the cheers the chants, the jeers, the cheerleaders... (oh yeaaah...&lt;em&gt;cheeeerleaders&lt;/em&gt;... heh heh heh). Going through the motions of it all after a long period of inactivity made for some pretty awkward moments at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves upper-box tickets with seats located roughly at the center-area that got us a pretty good view of the courtside action. We did'nt get to &lt;em&gt;actually sit&lt;/em&gt; at our designated seats (nobody at these things does anyway) and ended up taking spots along one of the center aisles. Being among mostly college kids &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a little bit awkward at first, especially when the cheering and chanting started and one &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; bit of realization set in... &lt;em&gt;we did'nt know any of the chants they were doing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was embarassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like the bright campers that we prided ourselves to be... we got the hang of the new chants &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt; as the game progressed, thereby managing to look a little less silly during the rest of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game itself did'nt change with the passing of years. The same adrenalin rush of watching cagers from both Universities trying to out-do each other was still the main reason school spirit is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at an all-time high during UAAP season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RsAiih8HGUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vw3QfDfX4Ls/s1600-h/tigercub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098112754804791618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RsAiih8HGUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vw3QfDfX4Ls/s320/tigercub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiger cub at the game... yep... we start 'em off young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This particular game was no exception. Coming from a 17 game losing streak that started way back in 1999 against &lt;strong&gt;DLSU, &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;UST Growling Tigers&lt;/strong&gt; have been itching for some payback for quite some time now. The first half of the game was pretty depressing on our part since &lt;strong&gt;UST&lt;/strong&gt; was putting in a pretty horrible game... too many missed shots and too many turn-overs got me to thinking that maybe &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; watching the game &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; turned out to be bad luck for our home team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for us, after the half-time break, (and after probably a &lt;em&gt;helluva lot&lt;/em&gt; of ass-whupping in the locker rooms by UST Head Coach Pido Jarencio...) the &lt;strong&gt;Tigers&lt;/strong&gt; came out strong and were giving the &lt;strong&gt;Archers&lt;/strong&gt; a run for their money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the 4rth quarter that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast... yet so agonizingly slow (don't ask... I cant figure &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; one out myself), but regardless of the increased offensive and defensive strategies of &lt;strong&gt;UST&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Archers&lt;/strong&gt; managed to put an impressive &lt;strong&gt;12 point lead&lt;/strong&gt; with 1:57 remaining in the game. This was it... "&lt;em&gt;payback's gone down the drain&lt;/em&gt;"--- I thought to myself: "&lt;em&gt;If some sort of miracle is gonna happen... it had better happen &lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;"... and from the looks of the kids around us, I'd gather they were'nt thinking much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if the big Guy upstairs heard me and all the other Tiger fans silently praying to the high heavens for help... but something happened... It wasnt that noticeable at first (considering the large lead already attained by DLSU) but the &lt;strong&gt;Tigers&lt;/strong&gt; were &lt;em&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/em&gt; fighting back!!! Like it's striped namesake, the &lt;strong&gt;UST&lt;/strong&gt; cagers silently and ferociously fought their way out of the corner that &lt;strong&gt;DLSU&lt;/strong&gt; ushered them into. Every steal, jumpshot, three-pointer and free throw went in like clock-work closing the 12 point gap and sending the game into heart-stopping overtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what fueled the &lt;strong&gt;Tigers&lt;/strong&gt; during that fantastic run... or what was going through their minds as the clock was slowly counting down to oblivion. What was &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; evident to all the fans that night was &lt;em&gt;how much their hearts were into the game.&lt;/em&gt; This game was a testament to fighters who wouldnt back down to insurmountable odds, to improbable heroes and impossible victories... an underdog story? Not hardly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growling Tiger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UST beat DLSU in overtime last August 11, 2007. Managing an &lt;strong&gt;8 point lead&lt;/strong&gt; with a final score of &lt;strong&gt;81 to 73&lt;/strong&gt; against the dazed &lt;strong&gt;Green Archers&lt;/strong&gt;... the &lt;strong&gt;Tigers&lt;/strong&gt; have finally gotten their payback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva USTe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098118479996197218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RsAnvx8HGWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z8_FRmaCKEo/s320/gaijin_chebong_mox+viva+uste.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tigers Ruuuuuule!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Buboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3689873089320884162?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3689873089320884162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3689873089320884162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3689873089320884162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3689873089320884162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/vindication-is-dish-best-served-gold.html' title='&quot;VINDICATION&quot; is a dish best served... GOLD!'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RsAiih8HGUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vw3QfDfX4Ls/s72-c/tigercub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7223837177796201448</id><published>2007-08-04T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:21:37.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><title type='text'>Back to the dungeon next week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starting next week I will be reporting back to work every Monday. I thought going to the office once a week will be a welcome break from being home everyday (and supposedly being bored) but right now it’s not what I’m feeling. Right now I’m dreading the day that I need to go back to work. I don’t know why. Must be because I learned that Jane, my assistant, is 4 weeks pregnant when she’s only been married for one month. Perhaps because of the incident that happened (non-signing of contract of new employee) before I went on leave. Or maybe I just really got tired of working. I still do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I accomplished for the past 3 weeks? Well, I finished the 1st season of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inca Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Clive Cussler, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Villa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Nora Roberts, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Omens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Neil Gaiman &amp;amp; Terry Prachett. I have cleaned and partly organized our rooms and I started going to Baclaran. Currently I’m reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Oh, and I’ve been accompanying my mother-in-law to her medical check-ups and stuff. I guess I have been busy somehow... Yeah right, I am still trying to convince myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7223837177796201448?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7223837177796201448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7223837177796201448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7223837177796201448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7223837177796201448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-dungeon-next-week.html' title='Back to the dungeon next week'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-4168286725598337956</id><published>2007-08-02T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:22:01.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Missed friends are not lost friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend I got to talk to one my best friends from grade school via YM. Although I have a pc with internet access at work, a broadband in Pasig and vibe in Las Piñas (this is not too long ago until the pldt line got corrupted around our area in Las Piñas and any dial-up can’t sustain a connection for more than a minute!), I did not install YM because I’m not much into chatting. Last Saturday Buboy had to install it in Pasig because I was waiting for a message from someone who broke my heart (she made me think that she’ll get me to write articles for her, the b*tch!). But then maybe her only role in my life is to link me with my old friend. Well, the moment I was logged in, there was Doc Lani! I missed this girl sooo much! It has been years since we saw each other last because she went to the US. I can’t wait till I talk (or make that chat until I buy a headset and cam for our pc) to her again and make up for all the years that passed. There definitely are a lot of updates to make :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-4168286725598337956?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4168286725598337956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=4168286725598337956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4168286725598337956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/4168286725598337956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/missed-friends-are-not-lost-friends.html' title='Missed friends are not lost friends'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6034335866848172975</id><published>2007-07-09T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:22:34.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><title type='text'>Liberation day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is my grand liberation day! The first day of my long vacation. I know I will have to get back to work every Monday starting next month, but at least I have 3 full weeks for myself. If only Buboy can join me. Hopefully he’ll be able to take a long leave by October too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I spend my first non-working day? I washed our undies, I prepared our things for Las Piñas (we’re going home there tonight), and prepared Buboy’s reimbursement receipts. I know it’s not much, but I’m supposed to be on vacation, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a lot of “&lt;em&gt;things to do&lt;/em&gt;” are waiting for me in Las Piñas. I plan to start with our closet and I’m sure it’ll take me to a lot more things to do. But I don’t have to hurry and push myself, I can take my time and choose what I want to do first… like maybe write &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:o)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, right now is sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6034335866848172975?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6034335866848172975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6034335866848172975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6034335866848172975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6034335866848172975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/liberation-day.html' title='Liberation day'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7767734160215119817</id><published>2007-06-19T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:55:39.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>Boys Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For months now, Buboy has been a happy and satisfied listener of Boy’s Night Out, a night-time show of the radio station Magic 89.9 FM. The show is hosted by three male DJs who talk about randomly selected (boys') topic each night. Of course, they also encourage listeners to join in the discussion/&lt;em&gt;kulitan&lt;/em&gt;. I admit I also enjoyed listening to them because I get a feel of how boys think and because I love seeing how Buboy react to the discussions. I swear there were times Buboy would burst out with loud laughter or join in the discussion by voicing his opinion or side of the story to me. And I love how Brando Braganza say &lt;em&gt;“sexy time”&lt;/em&gt; with his deep sexy voice. There are even times I want to hear Buboy say it to me too… in the same deep sexy voice of course. &lt;em&gt;*kilig*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the three grown-up boys, tony-tony, slick rick and king dj logan, has been a nightly habit for us. We listen to them as we drive home from the office. Yesterday, Buboy told me that king dj logan left the station (and the show) for another FM station. Everyone was surprised, including the two other hosts of the show. Logan’s absence was noticeably sad (?) as he was the ring leader of the boys. He has the strongest personality and his co-host and listeners alike responds to his jokes and teasing so well. Last night was the first time the show seems dull. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because tony-tony and slick rick are not competent hosts. They are a couple of intelligent djs but something is missing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they get a new ring-master to save the show. And I hope they get one soon. I miss &lt;em&gt;“sexy time”&lt;/em&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7767734160215119817?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7767734160215119817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7767734160215119817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7767734160215119817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7767734160215119817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/boys-night-out.html' title='Boys Night Out'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-192428015431006677</id><published>2007-06-07T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:59:04.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Flixster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flixster is a site for movie fans. It’s a fun site where one can read the latest movie news and gossips, learn about new releases, take or create movie quizzes, watch videos, browse or upload pictures of different actors or review movies. That is aside from being a place where one can chat with people with the same interest. Click &lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to take a peek of the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got invited to flixster by a friend. Honestly, I joined so that I can invite Buboy who is a real fanboy of movies and comics. I wanted him to have a place where he can express his ideas, meet people with the same interest as his and be creative. Buboy joined flixster more than 8 months ago but he didn’t get active until about after 5 months from signing up. And now he’s the one reminding to me visit my account! &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to write a movie or book review someday so I’m holding on to my flixster account and maybe start by writing comments on the hundreds of movies listed there. But right now, I am content using it to communicate with Buboy (chatting) and in getting to know more about him through the insights he shares in the site. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-192428015431006677?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/192428015431006677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=192428015431006677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/192428015431006677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/192428015431006677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/flixster.html' title='Flixster'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-8670098153015050305</id><published>2007-05-29T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:23:54.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Resignation... put on hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I approached my boss, the President, to formally tender my resignation on Friday, May 25. He did not approve my resignation. He instead offered to allow me to go on a long vacation just so I’d stay. I tried to explain that I don’t want to inconvenience the company of my long absence but he insisted that if my only reason is my fertility treatment (which is what I said in my resignation letter), he is willing to accommodate my need to rest by allowing me to go on leave. Frankly, I’d rather resign but that thoughtful gesture from my boss, the President nonetheless, made me feel valued and trusted in the company. It also made it embarrassing for me to push my resignation. I just had to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discussed it with Buboy and he understood my situation. So it was agreed that I’ll be filing my leave for 7 months, 3 months of which (July, December &amp;amp; January), I’ll not report for work and 4 month (August, September, October &amp;amp; November) I’ll report only once a week. The reason for the once a week reporting is because my Nexus assistant will be going on maternity leave around that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our previous plans will push through though. I’ll still have time for them as my work schedule is reduced dramatically anyway. Besides, I have confidence in my two HR staff that they won’t need much intervention from me during my long leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this as one of God’s blessing. At least I know that there’s still something waiting for me when things don’t go well. Now, not that I know things are not going to be well as I’m willing to work hard on it so just it’ll succeed, but since this is a first time venture into business for me, one can never really be that sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to submit to my boss the proposal as to how the HR department will manage without me. That is still what I am working on. Should he not approve my proposal, I guess it’s a sign that I really should go. Let God’s will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-8670098153015050305?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8670098153015050305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=8670098153015050305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8670098153015050305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8670098153015050305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/resignation-put-on-hold.html' title='Resignation... put on hold'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2959513431132191318</id><published>2007-05-23T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:24:20.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Resignation coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I will inform the head of Admin and Finance that I am resigning… and tomorrow I will formally tender my resignation letter to my boss, the President. I have already discussed my resignation to my two staff and I’m touched to see that they were sad about my leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it’s still 5 weeks before my resignation takes effect, I can’t help but think about the things that I need and want to do once I’m free. Of course there’s the business that we’re starting, but since we will hire someone to man the booth, Mox and I have time for other activities. And those activities are already waiting for me. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- clean our rooms (LP and Pasig) and organize our things&lt;br /&gt;- read books we have that I haven’t read&lt;br /&gt;- write… anything…&lt;br /&gt;- organize our pictures&lt;br /&gt;- start a scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;- learn something new, a craft perhaps&lt;br /&gt;- finish my cross stitch&lt;br /&gt;- renew my driver’s license&lt;br /&gt;- apply for a passport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lots of other things will come up. But with this list alone, I know I won’t have time to be bored for awhile. And that is a good thing, right Buboy? :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2959513431132191318?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2959513431132191318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2959513431132191318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2959513431132191318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2959513431132191318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/resignation-coming.html' title='Resignation coming...'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6655866349512927887</id><published>2007-05-17T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:30:57.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>How lucky can a girl be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For several days now I have been reminiscing old times with my girlfriends. Maybe it’s the weather that is making me miss them quite a bit… I have been fondly looking back at nights spent hanging out at UP Diliman, or playing pictionary in Tagaytay, or the indoor deep talks about life and whatnot, or club hopping for bands and music, or planning surprises, or out-of-town gimmicks, or crazy laughing spree, or simply eating out… Moments spent with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of girlfriends. There’s a couple from HS, a bunch from college, and dozens from work. And these I got are the best. And I don’t mean because we never disagree or even fight, because we do. There are times my best buddy from HS and I would not speak to each other for months (because we disagreed/fought about something silly) but when one of us needs help or comforting, we’d run like hell to be there. And friends are great with surprises too. My college girlfriends are very good at planning surprises (but not as good in keeping the ideas until the event though) complete with themes and props, you’d think we're professional party planners. And who says those friends you meet at work are not for keeps? I have a lot of friends I met from the many jobs I had, including volunteer work. And though we don’t regularly communicate, whenever we get a chance to get together, we just know that time has not altered our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rkxofwzdz8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/pzJWr4rx-8U/s1600-h/terry_joydi_libet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065538575770963906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rkxofwzdz8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/pzJWr4rx-8U/s320/terry_joydi_libet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girlfriends since childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkxpuAzdz9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FBwcNUKLG4I/s1600-h/aellek_noon-at-ngayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065539920095727570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkxpuAzdz9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FBwcNUKLG4I/s320/aellek_noon-at-ngayon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aellek then and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkxqbQzdz-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/w3_CKMYRTos/s1600-h/girlfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065540697484808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkxqbQzdz-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/w3_CKMYRTos/s320/girlfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;halo-halong girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you have great girlfriends when it's no longer embarrassing or scary to let out your bad side in front of them. That’s how my girlfriends and I are. And although regularly keeping in touch may be a bit harder now (with the different lives we’re living) there is a sense of security and comfort that comes with the memories that say our friendship will stay forever, and that whenever I feel down or up or anything in between, my girlfriends will always be there to share my moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true what they say, girlfriends are the best. And I’m lucky I’ve never been short of them all my life. And the best part (yup, there's still a best part) is that my girlfriends are also friends with Buboy that I never had a hard time spending time with them with him. How did i get so lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6655866349512927887?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6655866349512927887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6655866349512927887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6655866349512927887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6655866349512927887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-lucky-can-girl-get.html' title='How lucky can a girl be?'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rkxofwzdz8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/pzJWr4rx-8U/s72-c/terry_joydi_libet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7446732118368746329</id><published>2007-05-11T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:28:28.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corregidor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Between a “Rock” and a Hot Place….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On May 1, 2007 for Mox’s bday (advanced celebration), we took her to historic &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corregidor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where we had a crash course in history while having fun playing print ad models and photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkRshaGiW7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fNcu4Kp1bXM/s1600-h/IMG_0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063291202269502386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkRshaGiW7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fNcu4Kp1bXM/s320/IMG_0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Da Higop Gang Strikes Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corregidor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, known as “&lt;em&gt;The Rock&lt;/em&gt;”, is a small rocky island in the Philippines strategically located at the entrance of Manila Bay. It was a key bastion of the allies during WWII. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corregidor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the headquarters of the Allied forces and also the seat of the Philippine Commonwealth government during that time. This island fortress stands as a memorial for the courage, valor, and heroism of the Filipino and American soldiers who bravely fought against the invading Japanese forces during World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkRo6aGiW6I/AAAAAAAAADI/81G14raEVYY/s1600-h/corregidor-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063287233719720866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkRo6aGiW6I/AAAAAAAAADI/81G14raEVYY/s320/corregidor-map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they say that Corregidor Island is shaped like a stingray... but does'nt it look more like a sperm...err...tadpole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started at CCP where we boarded a ferry that would take us to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corregidor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We toured the island via “tramvias” (buses made to look like the old trams used in the island during the war) with candid tour guides narrating stories, anecdotes and historical facts along the way. We were shown the geographic sectors of the island which includes Topside, Middleside, Bottomside and Tail end. And visited the island’s landmarks such as the Mile-long Barracks, old Spanish Lighthouse, Pacific War Memorial, Eternal Flame of Freedom,Filipino-American Friendship Park, Filipino Heroes Memorial, Malinta Tunnel (with a 30-minute audio and visual presentation on WWII), and not to mention numerous gun placements and ruins all around the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSO4aGiW8I/AAAAAAAAADY/xpZdkAw9qHA/s1600-h/chebong_buboy_mox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063328980801838018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSO4aGiW8I/AAAAAAAAADY/xpZdkAw9qHA/s320/chebong_buboy_mox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tramvia Trippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSW96GiXEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/A97pUdYt5aI/s1600-h/show-me-the-guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063337871384140866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSW96GiXEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/A97pUdYt5aI/s320/show-me-the-guns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We speak softly.... but we carry “&lt;em&gt;BIIIIG&lt;/em&gt;” guns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSPm6GiW9I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nq3xNk9w-pY/s1600-h/filipino-heroes-memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063329779665755090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSPm6GiW9I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nq3xNk9w-pY/s320/filipino-heroes-memorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Paying homage to the brave souls at the Heroes Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSQnaGiW-I/AAAAAAAAADo/RWHiZtNSdx8/s1600-h/friendship-&amp;amp;-eternal-flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063330887767317474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSQnaGiW-I/AAAAAAAAADo/RWHiZtNSdx8/s320/friendship-%26-eternal-flame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Re-enactment of the death march...by the Eternal Flame of Friendship... huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSRyKGiW_I/AAAAAAAAADw/bwaM7fRXDSg/s1600-h/malinta_tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063332171962538994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSRyKGiW_I/AAAAAAAAADw/bwaM7fRXDSg/s320/malinta_tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hi Ho... Hi Ho... It's off to work we go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSSbaGiXAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sHCIgQcyuLk/s1600-h/ruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063332880632142850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSSbaGiXAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sHCIgQcyuLk/s320/ruins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Indiana Jones aint got nuthin on us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSS-KGiXBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R0YdXFKe94I/s1600-h/pacific-war-museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063333477632597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSS-KGiXBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R0YdXFKe94I/s320/pacific-war-museum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Pacific War Museum... can you guess which ones are on display?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkST_6GiXCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5WGc8o13EIo/s1600-h/lighthouse-&amp;amp;-altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063334607208995874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkST_6GiXCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5WGc8o13EIo/s320/lighthouse-%26-altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Lighthouse... The Altar of Heroes... and two “&lt;em&gt;reeeally&lt;/em&gt;” weird girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSVhqGiXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xyCIjLy5Wck/s1600-h/scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063336286541208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSVhqGiXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xyCIjLy5Wck/s320/scenery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahhh... the beautiful scenery...too bad these guys are always in the pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was sooo hot that day and all the information and facts that we’re getting may be too much to handle at times (as it has been years since we last read our history books), we can’t help but be fascinated and awed by the story being told both by the ruins and the newer memorials built in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corregidor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Truly, this island not only teaches lessons from the past but it also give us a glimpse of the sacrifices and heroism of the Filipino and American soldiers alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSYOaGiXFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2UXWG0qvjfA/s1600-h/init.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063339254363610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkSYOaGiXFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2UXWG0qvjfA/s320/init.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fine weather we're having....“&lt;em&gt;nooooot!&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think every Filipino should include visiting this historical island in their personal to do/to go to list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7446732118368746329?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7446732118368746329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7446732118368746329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7446732118368746329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7446732118368746329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/between-rock-and-hot-place.html' title='Between a “Rock” and a Hot Place….'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkRshaGiW7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fNcu4Kp1bXM/s72-c/IMG_0884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3051455241292518055</id><published>2007-05-08T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:15:27.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal news'/><title type='text'>3rd Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A week ago Mox asked Buboy how he proposed to me as she has no idea. Well, there weren’t any romantic setting, no ring either. But to me, it was the start of something I know will last forever. Here’s how it goes... After years of fighting, Buboy and I finally broke up on June 10, 2003. It wasn’t a good break-up, by the way, it was a bit messy. By early July of the same year, we were both convinced that we will not be getting back together again. We talked over the phone the night of July 7th and by early morning of the following day, we were both crying, trying to make up. Then he told me “&lt;em&gt;love, ayaw ko ng mawala ka. Mag-sama na tayo&lt;/em&gt;”. Of course I said yes. In my mind I was thinking that he is asking that we live together. Months after that, we both transferred jobs and started planning and saving for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not sound much to others, but for me, that was really the start of our life together. It was then that we realized how much we mean to each other, how we touch each other’s life, how we compliment each other, how much we are willing to do and to give for each other, how lovely life would be with each other, that we belong with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary. We have nothing special planned for tonight but we have managed to make almost everyday of our 3 years together special in so many ways that no fine restaurant or big bouquet of flowers or tons of chocolates can sum up those years. And the best thing is that we still have the rest of our lives to make special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkBUiaGiW4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vgel7RYtEiA/s1600-h/love&amp;amp;i_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062138931263462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkBUiaGiW4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vgel7RYtEiA/s320/love%26i_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Buboy and I after our wedding ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkBVEKGiW5I/AAAAAAAAADA/j9HqVS4JJNU/s1600-h/libet&amp;amp;rman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062139511084047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkBVEKGiW5I/AAAAAAAAADA/j9HqVS4JJNU/s320/libet%26rman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Buboy and I three years after our wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3051455241292518055?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3051455241292518055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3051455241292518055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3051455241292518055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3051455241292518055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/3rd-year-anniversary.html' title='3rd Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RkBUiaGiW4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vgel7RYtEiA/s72-c/love%26i_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5191207495940420165</id><published>2007-04-28T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:26:49.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerto Galera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>KurlyNews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KurlyNews&lt;br /&gt;28 April 2007, 11:43 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNp0uN0g3I/AAAAAAAAACw/6SUHynXkvPU/s1600-h/IMG_0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058503160947311474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNp0uN0g3I/AAAAAAAAACw/6SUHynXkvPU/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;weng, mox, benny, juvie, chebong &amp;amp; buboy (aka "Da Higop Gang")&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chebong and Buboy recently got back from their yearly White Beach, Puerto Galera jaunt where they spent 3 days and 2 nights kicking up their heels with friends and family. Located in Mindoro Oriental, Philippines, the name “Puerto Galera” literally means “Port of Galleons” originating from the fact that the numerous coastlines of the area have provided traders and sailors shelter from the rough seas for centuries. These days however, Puerto Galera is one of the premier tourist spots in the country famous for its beautiful corals (hence the influx of scuba diving aficionados from all over the world), the white sandy beaches, and of course, the world renowned Filipino Hospitality. Let’s have a chat with the Kurly Couple and get the lowdown on their latest adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve both been to White Beach several times already right? Obviously you haven’t gotten tired of coming back to the place every year, what’s changed from the first time you’ve been there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chebong (C)&lt;/em&gt;: More people seem to be going there now than 3 to 5 years ago. The place is slowly getting crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buboy (B)&lt;/em&gt;: Yup! White Beach is getting even more congested with every passing year, I mean some resorts there even have three-storey residences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(C)&lt;/em&gt;: And most of the girls (whatever their size is) are wearing 2-piece swimsuits. Too bad for me, I should have done it when I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(B)&lt;/em&gt;: Aww… that’s not true luv… you can still wear ‘em 2-piece suits for me *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNnj-N0gzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NCpca1F-qcM/s1600-h/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058500674161247026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNnj-N0gzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NCpca1F-qcM/s320/IMG_0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do to prepare? Meaning, what do you bring with you? How much cash should you have on you for the trip? That kind of stuff….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(C)&lt;/em&gt;: My friend said I pack like a wife now. Anyway, We packed the usual… undies, sleep wear, night wear (for those late night drinking sprees), swim wear, slippers… but I see to it we pack everything with extras… 2-3 pcs extra undies, 2-3 pcs extra shirts, etc. This year we also brought a toiletry hanging basket for the shampoo, conditioner, soap, feminine wash, lotion, shaver, toothpaste, toothbrush, etc. I made sure we bring our vitamins and other meds for emergency such as biogesic, decolgen, kemil-S, etc. And of course we brought hangers and clothes pins/clips. Food… we always bring at least 5 liters of water. This year we had canned juice and coke, we had dozens of milo, coffee, nesvita and litro juice sachets, we had salted eggs, biscuits and snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(B)&lt;/em&gt;: Understandably, the rates keep getting higher every year, especially when you go there from Friday to Sunday, the room rates skyrocket by about a thousand bucks! We ended up paying P3000 a night for a room that could fit 6 people, so that would be….P6000 for a 2 night stay. We consider the cost of round-trip bus and ferry rides; lunch &amp;amp; dinner for the 2-day stay…we probably ended up shelling out around P3500 per person in a group of 6. That still leaves you with enough dough for snorkeling, banana boat rides, booze and a few souvenirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the most memorable experience you had there? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(C)&lt;/em&gt;: Buboy and I weren’t married yet when we first went to Galera. It was for my birthday. We had been fighting days before and I was prepared to break up with him there. But instead of breaking up, we made up. And during our first night there, we were laying on the beach, watching the stars, I realized I really love Buboy and I am not going to let go of what we have… Years after, we went there again for our honeymoon. And I remembered the first time we came there… I was glad I didn’t let go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(B)&lt;/em&gt;: Aaaawww maaaaannnn!!!! Now, how can I possibly top that kind of an answer…Cmere and lemme give ya a hug! But seriously, what Chebong said was right on the money… and one thing that keeps me coming back to the place must be the fantastic sunsets there. There’s really nothing like seeing that blazing red-orange sun going down on the vast ocean blue…. Really takes your breath away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNoW-N0g0I/AAAAAAAAACY/2eNo9EV66x0/s1600-h/IMG_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058501550334575426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNoW-N0g0I/AAAAAAAAACY/2eNo9EV66x0/s320/IMG_0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNoheN0g1I/AAAAAAAAACg/IAXhCrOiJHE/s1600-h/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058501730723201874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNoheN0g1I/AAAAAAAAACg/IAXhCrOiJHE/s320/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you do anything new this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(C)&lt;/em&gt;: Yup! We had a banana boat (but I swear it was shaped like a pencil) ride. Though we requested no “taob” because most of us don’t know how to swim and we’re (at least I am) mightily afraid of being thrown in the middle of the sea, even with a life vest on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNnCON0gyI/AAAAAAAAACI/IsnhspvSAJU/s1600-h/IMG_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058500094340662050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNnCON0gyI/AAAAAAAAACI/IsnhspvSAJU/s320/IMG_0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(B)&lt;/em&gt;: We also had special henna tattoos made. These were extra special beeecause…. I designed em’ myself! Yup! Check-em out, we had our names tattooed as &lt;em&gt;ambigrams&lt;/em&gt; (they read the same way once you flip em over!). Henna artists on the beach actually do ambigrams themselves but they were really surprised that we made ours without any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNmFuN0gvI/AAAAAAAAABw/igGdRwUydhI/s1600-h/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058499054958576370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNmFuN0gvI/AAAAAAAAABw/igGdRwUydhI/s320/IMG_0689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNmO-N0gwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FxfDGm0uU6c/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058499213872366338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNmO-N0gwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FxfDGm0uU6c/s320/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNmY-N0gxI/AAAAAAAAACA/ImhwwqnrCUs/s1600-h/IMG_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058499385671058194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNmY-N0gxI/AAAAAAAAACA/ImhwwqnrCUs/s320/IMG_0696.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you manage to return to White Beach next year, is there anything in particular you would want to try that you haven’t done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(C)&lt;/em&gt;: Yes. I hope to be able to ride the banana boat with “taob” next time and maybe go hiking. We’ve been going there for years and we haven’t seen the tamaraw falls yet… heck, not even a live tamaraw. Maybe next time we can afford to stay there longer, like 5-7 days perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(B)&lt;/em&gt;: That would really be awesome… one week of sun and sea… maybe we could even have time to try out jet-skiing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go folks, seems like the kurly couple will definitely be having more adventures in the months to come. Let’s wait and see where they turn up next! Till then…Keep on Kurlin’!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5191207495940420165?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5191207495940420165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5191207495940420165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5191207495940420165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5191207495940420165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/kurlynews-24-april-2007-523-pm-chebong.html' title='KurlyNews'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RjNp0uN0g3I/AAAAAAAAACw/6SUHynXkvPU/s72-c/IMG_0846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3349185195632873042</id><published>2007-04-18T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:16:39.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Beers Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Dammit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s scorching-hot today at the office. It’s the kind of heat that comes at you from all directions, like being wrapped from head to toe in a warm blanket while being cooked in an oven that’s set all the way up to “high”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Is the air-conditioning working?”&lt;/em&gt; you ask yourself. All it seems to be doing is pumping in the hot air from outside of the room. &lt;em&gt;*Whew*&lt;/em&gt; you try to cool down… you drink-in water by the bucket loads, (and yes… its warm. Nothing’s cold enough on a day like this) and drinking really doesn’t help. All you accomplish is to get your bladder filled up faster and piss every fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Even being in the comfort room is hard labor, by the time you get out; you’re already soaked in sweat and feeling even more thirsty than when you first went in (&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt;... Now you have to go get a drink again!). You go back to your chair. You lay your head back and gently rub your temples… &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; you’ve got a headache…. &lt;em&gt;“perfect… just perfect”&lt;/em&gt; you think to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes and try to think of things to get your mind off the heat. Beers come to mind… ice-cold beers…. now that’s what you really need right now. You see yourself pressing that San-Mig Lite against your cheek, feeling the refreshing cold trickle down your face as the ice melts on the bottle. You take a swig and stretch out…. You’re not in the office anymore…. You’re on the beach, beneath a shady palm tree. Twilight is coming; right about the time when the first cool breeze comes in from the sea. The red-orange sun shimmers against the water. The waves call you out with each gentle crash against the sandy shore. You plunge into the water. You dive, deep… deeper… feeling as much a part of the grand marine life with every stroke and kick you make. You bask in the majesty of the ocean depths for a moment… or a lifetime… you can’t tell the difference anymore… then you go back up, breathing in sweet salty fresh air as you break the surface. You come back to the shore and lie down on the soft sand just in time to see the stars come out one by one on the darkening sky… like small lights being turned on by the gods. You reach for another beer. As you take another icy cold swig, you close your eyes and take in the sounds of the newborn night… the soft breath of the evening air as it breezes across your face… the harmonious chirp-chirping of crickets as they welcome the night in song… the gentle crash of the waves as they end their journey on the sandy beach &lt;em&gt;thump… thump… thump… thump…&lt;/em&gt; … the… hey wait a minute, that didn’t sound like any wave I’ve heard before. &lt;em&gt;thump… thump… thump… thump…&lt;/em&gt; what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that? Puzzled by this mystery of the night, you open your eyes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…. right in time to see a man-mountain that you usually call your boss glaring down on your pathetic just-woke-up-face while he’s drumming his fingers on your desk: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thump… thump… thump… thump…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“….what the f*ck are you doing? It’s already half past one in the afternoon! Wake the hell up and get your lazy-a$$ back to work!!!!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dammit!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chebong and I are going to the beach this friday…. Here’s to a cool weekend of sun, surf and beers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RixsiJ-TZiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VLExiKcBv9g/s1600-h/chebong&amp;amp;buboy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056535815678813730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RixsiJ-TZiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VLExiKcBv9g/s320/chebong%26buboy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3349185195632873042?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3349185195632873042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3349185195632873042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3349185195632873042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3349185195632873042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/beers-anyone.html' title='Beers Anyone?'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/RixsiJ-TZiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VLExiKcBv9g/s72-c/chebong%26buboy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-8123819780553037427</id><published>2007-04-11T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:16:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What??? Vacation's Over????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Holy Week Holidays are over too soon and I’m back at the office for more work-related nonsense….*sigh*. I guess that’s how it really is, once you get a few days of bumming around… you usually cringe at the idea of going back to the slave pit that we normally call “the Office”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Chebong and I got to enjoy the long weekend with our yearly “Visita Iglesia”. We usually do a round of 14 churches and pray at one Station Of the Cross for each church. It’s not the traditional way to do the visita iglesia but this way we can have a little sight-seeing trip at the same time. It really is pretty cool to visit churches during the Lenten Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh2qT5nhBtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hc4LpzibJBk/s1600-h/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052381615840364242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh2qT5nhBtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hc4LpzibJBk/s320/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hmmm... who are those smiling guys out back?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a related note, one of the churches that we visited was UST. And my first reaction would have to be: UST ROCKS!!!! The place looked GREAT! Being a Thomasian ten-years-gone really hit me when we got inside the campus. It was like being in another country seeing all the improvements that they made to the place. The most eye-catching thing about the place would have to be the upgrading of the grounds around the Main Building and the Library. Chebong and I plan to go back there one evening to see what it looks like at night. Some friends told us that the fountain out back is spectacular in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh21f5nhBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HkyUpE-zRTI/s1600-h/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052393916626700018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh21f5nhBvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HkyUpE-zRTI/s320/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Return to the one and only "oLD SchOOl"!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh213pnhBwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E4cSTUSvLCk/s1600-h/IMG_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052394324648593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh213pnhBwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E4cSTUSvLCk/s320/IMG_0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kurly couple Kurl up together...aaawwwww...isn't that sweeeeet!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buboy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-8123819780553037427?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8123819780553037427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=8123819780553037427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8123819780553037427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8123819780553037427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-vacations-over.html' title='What??? Vacation&apos;s Over????'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hGfft-HFLxo/Rh2qT5nhBtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hc4LpzibJBk/s72-c/IMG_0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3430937531528224605</id><published>2007-03-27T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:18:01.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>waffle weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been wanting to write what Buboy and i did on my bday and the waffle-cooking trial we did last sunday but i got so busy. Anyway, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday&lt;br /&gt;Buboy picked me up before 3:00pm and we went to Market!Market! We ate dinner at Giligan's and bought bday cupcakes from sonja's cupcake at serendra. Before going home we dropped by bookworm to browse. I started reading &lt;em&gt;the orange girl by jostein gaarder&lt;/em&gt; and Buboy bought it for me as a present. Then we went home. It wasn't much when you read it like that but it was really a wonderful day for me. I mean being able to cut work and slip away with my hubby:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/almirajose/orangegirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange girl &amp;amp; me ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle-cooking&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a waffle feast because we cooked so much waffle we weren't able to finish them all:) It was really a bit crazy. Mox, Buboy and I met at galleria to buy the stuff we need then we went to Mox's place to do our thing. We tried (i think) 5 recipes including the control (ready-mix pancake, i forgot the brand). It was sooo hot and the kitchen sink cannot be used so we had to wash the dirty dishes and stuff either outside or in the bath. But i think that was a pretty successful activity. We learned the trick to make the waffle full and not hollow inside and we discovered that we'll need a squeezer so it wont be messy, among other things. We identified a recipe that we all liked and we know we can modify to perfection:0) We will be meeting again next week for the second run of the waffle-cooking trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/almirajose/firstwaffles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first waffles!! yum,yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3430937531528224605?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3430937531528224605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3430937531528224605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3430937531528224605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3430937531528224605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/waffle-weekend.html' title='waffle weekend'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5004946670869487368</id><published>2007-03-22T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:16:51.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>it's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep, today is my birthday. This is my 3rd birthday here at JSI and i managed to keep it a secret until my lady boss from the other company learned about it. Oh well, it'll be my last bday here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we slept past midnight and my hubby showered me with birthday kisses before we sleep and again this morning before he leave for work. I slept soundly last night that i woke up late! Good thing i was able to catch the ride from bf resort. When i got here at the office, i saw a big green bouquet of flowers and a small figaro chocolate cake. It's from Jane. I'm touched. She always gives me flowers on my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was receiving sms bday greetings since this morning, but i got bothered by a message from an old friend whose eldest sister died recently. He said they still have an outstanding hospital accountability of more than half a million and he's asking for help. I wanted to help and i said so to my husband and he agreed. It'll be like my bday gift to myself, help a friend in need. Besides, knowing this friend, he has not hesitated to give help to his friends in need also. But we can only give a small amount.. plus prayers. I hope it will be able to comfort them through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buboy will be picking me up early today. I still don't know what we will do. I don't even know if he has a plan. With or without a plan, i know i'll be happy with just being with him today early.. and i have been counting the minutes since i woke up too:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5004946670869487368?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5004946670869487368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5004946670869487368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5004946670869487368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5004946670869487368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-my-birthday.html' title='it&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2162384807469601337</id><published>2007-03-21T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:22:08.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility issues'/><title type='text'>baby to complete me? nah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My cycle has been (as usual) erratic, two cycles after we quit the fertility workout. On the 25th day of my latest cycle, i had a very light bleeding. Both my husband and i were surprised because my cycle has always been not less than 30 days and this was too short since the last. This light bleeding has been going on for six days now. From my previous research (and God knows i did a lot of research) on pregnancy, one of the symptom may be light bleeding or what is called implantation bleeding. Me, being me who is so very much still hoping that i'd get pregnant really soon, has been playing with the idea that i might be pregnant. I haven't told this to anyone, not even Buboy. I plan to have a pregnancy test tomorrow, my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i received a call from my insurance agent. She is a very nice lady. We updated each other, she telling me that he annulment has just been approved by her church (she's christian) and me telling her that i'm not yet pregnant. Then she told me that i should not be obsessed with being a mother. That i am a whole person on my own and i don't need a baby to complete me. Makes me think... is that the reason why i want a baby? to complete me? I don't think so. But then again, it gave me something to ponder on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, after that talk i went to the rest room for the pregnancy test. The result (as usual) was negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2162384807469601337?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2162384807469601337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2162384807469601337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2162384807469601337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2162384807469601337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-to-complete-me-nah.html' title='baby to complete me? nah!'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-5636953246783268924</id><published>2007-03-20T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:19:05.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>nice to feel warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband was the sweetest last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home a bit early last night, before 9:00pm. And Buboy said "let's not watch a movie (vcd/dvd) tonight, i'll just read to you." He's been reading the book stardust of neil gaiman to me for a few nights now. He reads a chapter or two a night before we go to sleep. Last night he read three or four chapters. In the middle of his reading, he stopped and said "ito ang pinakamasaya sa araw ko" then he kissed me and went back to reading the book. I was really moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i was going through the blog of my best friend and found several posts she wrote about me. I am so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang... i feel warm inside and i want to remember how this feels always :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-5636953246783268924?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5636953246783268924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=5636953246783268924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5636953246783268924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/5636953246783268924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-to-feel-warm.html' title='nice to feel warm'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-8819380529590095951</id><published>2007-03-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:28:32.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic cubao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday my husband and i went to cubao buy a pair of boots for Buboy or have one made if we can't find any. I know shops in marikina shoe expo accepts made to order shoes so we set up a schedule to go there. We did found a shop (solimman) for boots and they accept made to order. The man in the shop said if there's a particular style we want copied, we have to leave them. Only, Buboy is wearing the boots he wants to be copied so we'll just have to go back some other time. I'm not initially into the pair of boots my husband obviously love, but it was the shoes he wore on our wedding day so it has become special for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place, marikina shoe expo, has a kinda nostalgic feel. It doesn't have a lot of shoe shops anymore like i bet it used to. In fact a lot of the spaces are closed down or under renovation. Shoe shops have been replaced by thrift shop, book shops specializing in old books and memorabilia, coffee shops, art and exhibit studio and antique shops. It was fun going through the shops, looking at vintage items, books, arts and the sorts. I noted to Buboy that life seems slow there. It's like being in another time or place, not cubao in 2007. But it felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of the square inside marikina shoe expo is an old italian restaurant. I noticed it before when i had my wedding shoes made from one of the shoe shops there. I didn't pay attention then. But my husband who is an italian food lover wanted to try their food. And so we did, for dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised to find out that Bellini's, the italian restaurant inside marikina shoe expo, is a fine dining restaurant. Well, a bit rugged type actually because they have a solo folk singer who wear a mullet hair, long sleeves t-shirt and a pair of jeans who sings filipino and italian folk songs. Anyway, the waiters are friendly and efficient and the place was packed. We noticed an old italian guy busily attending to customers, clearing tables or just checking if there's anything else the diners needed. He was friendly too. We were seated behind a wall full of framed pictures (old and new) and newspaper clippings. Looking at the pictures we realized that the italian guy was in those pictures or he took them. He was a paparazzi in his younger years. Buboy noted that he must have lead a very exciting life and i said it must be interesting to talk to him and listen to the stories he has to tell. And since we didn't get to have gelato for desert (supplier was out in cebu), Buboy said we'll definitely have to go back;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things Buboy and i do together (which is basically try out new places to eat, watch movies, buy books, comics and videos) are the things i'll definitely miss when i resign. I know we'll not have much money for these activities anymore when he's the only one earning a regular income. But i also know that we'll find other ways to keep us busy:) and other interest to pursue. Sometimes we need to boldly welcome change to discover other opportunities, and i'm hoping this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-8819380529590095951?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8819380529590095951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=8819380529590095951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8819380529590095951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8819380529590095951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-my-husband-and-i-went-to.html' title='nostalgic cubao'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-8074091614002721447</id><published>2007-03-15T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:29:11.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop! goes my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been more than a week since i posted here. I want to believe that a lot has happened to me since then... but i'm afraid my life isn't that exciting ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm listening to the soundtrack of &lt;a href="http://musicandlyrics.warnerbros.com/"&gt;music and lyrics&lt;/a&gt; via my ipod. I love every song in that movie.. and i love the movie too. Actually i adore drew. I love all her movies since she came back sober (i hope!). And hugh grant is just adorable:) Anyway, we've watched not just music and lyrics the past week but &lt;a href="http://300themovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;300&lt;/a&gt; as well. That movie is also great though of course no one here in the office can appreciate that kind of film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder and harder to work now.. It's hard to wake up knowing i'll be going to the office and upon arriving i find it hard to concentrate on the things i need to do. For several days now all the work i did were the daily issues that were sent to me. I have a list of things i should be doing but i just can't seem to get the energy to do it anymore. I know i will be cramming to finish all of them though. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm really getting more and more in love with the idea of starting and managing a business. pop! goes my heart!! I just can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, putting up a business is not Buboy and i's only plan.. See, whenever we go to a mall the first thing that we'll look for is a bookstore and a video shop. We love movies as much as books. And we have a list of old movies that we want to have copies of. Unfortunately we haven't have the luck to find some of it like &lt;a href="http://www.dogma-movie.com/"&gt;dogma&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.viewaskew.com/clerks/"&gt;clerks&lt;/a&gt; among others. And i just got an idea of putting up a specialty video shop of hard-to-find movies, including indie and alternative films, classic and comtemporary. I told Armand we can have the video shop side-by-side his comic shop. It's not gonna be a shop that we expect to earn, it'll just be like a hobby shop for us where we can spend our retirement years:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay... sarap mangarap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-8074091614002721447?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8074091614002721447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=8074091614002721447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8074091614002721447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/8074091614002721447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-more-than-week-since-i-posted.html' title='pop! goes my heart'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1056722279334365798</id><published>2007-03-06T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:29:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pursuing self-employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been having a hard time focusing on work lately. I guess the 2-year tenure (i never last more than 2 years in a company/job) that i thought i've beaten with Jupiter (i'm currently on my 3 year and 5 months) is finally catching up on me. And i need to get out really soon or i'll lose my mind... not that it's not yet happening:) Buboy is supportive of this. He even said i could resign immediately if i want to. But of course i don't want to just dump him the burden of our financial responsibilities... with the lot and my insurance we're paying among other things. So i made up my mind of resigning by middle of June, effective middle of July, instead of immediately. This should give us sometime to save some more and prepare for our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buboy and i came up with the idea of starting a small business, foodcart, which i will work on. Who knows, maybe it'll work out. He too doesn't want to work for someone else all his life so we need to start thinking and working on alternatives. Though what he wants is a comic book shop, which is totally different from a foodcart business, we know we'll learn a lot of things through this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spoken with Mox, my bestfriend, to ask her if she wants to partner with me. You see though i'm quite confident, i'm kinda scared to do this alone. Of course i know Buboy will always be supportive, but i have to let him work sometimes:) Good thing my friend agreed to work with me. I know i will push through this even if Mox will not join me, but her presence gives me a powerful sense of confidence. I am really excited and i know this venture would work out well for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1056722279334365798?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1056722279334365798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1056722279334365798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1056722279334365798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1056722279334365798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-having-hard-time-focusing-on.html' title='pursuing self-employment'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3263452868928654182</id><published>2007-02-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:30:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opening door to new adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Several days ago my husband laid out an option that he wants me to think about... going abroad. I readily answered him that i will go with him wherever he wants to go, i just want us together. He said i ought to think about it first before i give a definite answer. He pointed out that there are a lot of things i have to consider like my family, especially now that tatay is not getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about it. And with my declining interest in my current job, i am seriously considering it. Though of course Buboy is correct, i should consider other things that we will leave behind, not only my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the reasons why i hesitate to move are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am afraid of being away from our family especially with the health status of both of our parents, the emotional stability of my brother, the fact that mama &amp; papa will be left alone, and the overall support (emotional, presence, financial sometimes, etc.) that we give our families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i am not certain of what will happen to us there (wherever it may be) and it somehow scares me; i am not sure if i will be successful somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i want to hold onto the dreams we started for here, the lot we're paying, the house we'll build, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i am scared to live without household help (yes, this one is too shallow even for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just knowing that Buboy will be beside me is a very big reassurance already. I mean, we've been through a lot since we got together and i know that we will be able to pass through anything together. He is my source of strength and i hope i am able to do the same for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am i ready? I don't think i'll ever be completely ready. But given a chance, i will take on the opportunity of taking on a new adventure, in a new place with my Buboy. Afterall, life is all about change, and since i want to &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; my life, i should be ready to embrace change. I am sure we'll make it wharever God places us... together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3263452868928654182?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3263452868928654182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3263452868928654182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3263452868928654182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3263452868928654182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/opening-doors-to-new-adventure.html' title='opening door to new adventures'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1209522374126495732</id><published>2007-02-26T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:31:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile things and fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last! I have a copy of the latest book of &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/"&gt;neil gaiman&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/books/fragilethings"&gt;fragile things&lt;/a&gt;. It's actually a collection of short stories and poems. We got it from NB Bestseller. We found this new store at galeria when we were strolling after 2 movies (number 23 and ghost rider) last Saturday. We noticed a new, and bright book store which happens to be owned by National Bookstore too. Funny how Buboy and i get excited everytime we discover a new bookstore:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fuss, i was not disappointed. I like how neil tells his stories. It's like bedtime stories being told directly to me. In his introduction, which is rather long because he introduced every story and poem in the book, there was something that touched me: &lt;em&gt;"...the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are... even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things can prove remarkably difficult to kill."&lt;/em&gt; I believe this to be true. It's hard to let go of a dream because when one of our dreams die, part of us die with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to buy a vcd of &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/mirrormask/"&gt;mirror mask&lt;/a&gt;, also written by gaiman which was made into a movie by the &lt;a href="http://www.henson.com/home.html"&gt;jim henson company&lt;/a&gt;. It's actually a children's story, i.e. for kids and kids in us:) It's good to watch fantasies now and then. It brings back the imaginative side in me which I'm afraid is slowly dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1209522374126495732?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1209522374126495732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1209522374126495732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1209522374126495732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1209522374126495732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/fragile-things-and-fantasies.html' title='fragile things and fantasies'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-145830921175936323</id><published>2007-02-22T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:23:36.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby blues'/><title type='text'>baby blues and loving husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night while fooling around with my husband (we seem to have gotten into this weird habit of fooling around, tickling each other before we go to sleep), i got to appreciate (again) that what we have is a pretty good married life... And that we are happy most of the time when not pressured to have a baby. I think that if i am younger, i would not be too worried about being married for almost three years and still no baby . I think that the pressure mostly come from the fact that i'm almost in my mid-30's and i have pcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i get to thinking that if we got married earlier, i would not be this pressured because we'd get more time. But then again, having a baby is not anyone's decision, it's God's. Besides, if we got married earlier than we did, i don't think we'll be as strong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether God will give us a baby (actually i was hoping HE'll give us four) or not, i am thankful that HE gave me my husband. Like what my good friend said &lt;em&gt;"...at least you know Buboy really loves you for the woman that you are, not because of what possibilities you can give him... that may not seem enough sometimes, but not every married woman can claim that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-145830921175936323?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/145830921175936323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=145830921175936323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/145830921175936323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/145830921175936323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-blues-and-loving-husband.html' title='baby blues and loving husband'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-7939303578473770498</id><published>2007-02-21T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:27:59.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ash wednesday and bookworm</title><content type='html'>Today is Ash Wednesday so we went out to celebrate the mass during lunch time. We had ashes, from the burned palaspas, put on our foreheads in a cross sign. This symbolizes that we are mortal and that we came from ash and will go back to ash. I hope Buboy and i will be able to be closer to God during this lenten season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic: &lt;br /&gt;Buboy and i went to fort last night and we came upon Bookworm (a different bookstore) a small specialty bookshop. We inquired about &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/books/goodomens"&gt;good omens&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/books/fragilethings"&gt;fragile things&lt;/a&gt;, books by neil gaiman which i was trying to buy through amazon. We reserved a copy each of the books. The owner said it'll be available by March. Good thing too because i was not successfull in ordering them in amazon. Aparently, Philippines is not included in the countries they ship to. Well, i know i'll be able to find something that will ship here if i search enough. But why bother when i can buy it here without all the hassle? I guess internet transaction is not for me yet. The only thing i regret not getting is the comic book &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/comic/1602"&gt;marvel 1602&lt;/a&gt;. I was trying to get it for Buboy sana. My husband is a big comic book fan and i'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included the site of &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com"&gt;neil gaiman&lt;/a&gt; here in kurly links not only because Buboy loves his works and i'm eager to find out why:o) but also because i was amused when i read through his site. The guy &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; brilliant. I can't wait to get my copy of his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-7939303578473770498?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7939303578473770498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=7939303578473770498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7939303578473770498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/7939303578473770498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/ash-wednesday-and-bookworm.html' title='ash wednesday and bookworm'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-1405372357260260064</id><published>2007-02-20T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:17:36.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebook'/><title type='text'>trying online purchasing</title><content type='html'>I signed in for an &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;amazon&lt;/a&gt; account yesterday. This is so that i can buy "good omens" by neil gaiman. I really want to read one of gaiman's work and my husband who's read six of his novels suggested i start with this particular book. However, neither national bookstore nor powerbooks have it. I am forced to try the internet! I guess i really need to change some along with the times:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most i was able to do yesterday was create an account and signed in. Well, i browsed to check if there's the item i want to buy. I wasn't able to put anything in my cart yet. I want to learn the system first before i commit my credit card number. I admit, i sounded cheap:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this day, i expect to be able to place my order na. I'm starting to think of getting not just one book but three. Naku, i hope i won't be addicted to on-line purchasing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-1405372357260260064?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1405372357260260064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=1405372357260260064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1405372357260260064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/1405372357260260064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-amazoncom-account.html' title='trying online purchasing'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-2081143191440209680</id><published>2007-02-19T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:23:01.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility issues'/><title type='text'>cried a good cry</title><content type='html'>My husband and i received a letter from a very good friend, Mec. We found it waiting for us in our bedroom when we arrived home very early Sunday morning (3:00am). We came from a wake and we stopped by the new mall at the back of serendra fort for a cup of coffee at CB&amp;amp;TL so it was already very late when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought it was just a "thank you for your sympathy" thing since Mec's nephew passed away last December and we went to the wake. Then i noticed the picture... it was a very pregnant tummy with 2 sets of hands holding it. I looked at my husband who already knew what it means, he looked back at me tenderly. And i just started to cry... and cry... and cry. And Buboy just held me tight. He knew it's what i needed--to cry. He kept telling me he loves me. And i wanted to tell him i love you too and thank you for sharing my pain, instead, i said i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mec is pregnant. And though i'm happy for my friend because she's been wanting to have a baby also, i felt sorry for myself because we still don't have our own miracle. But i will always appreciate how Mec broke the news. How she gave me a good cry:) Well, Mec and i cried together many times in the past because we know that sometimes people need to cry out their pain to start healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do pray that Mec and her baby will be healthy and that my friend enjoys her pregnancy and not forget to wear sexy clothes as her tummy grows:) i love you friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;i love you so much Buboy!&lt;/strong&gt; You are the best thing that ever happened to me. And no matter what happens, i will always be happy and grateful that i have you beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-2081143191440209680?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2081143191440209680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=2081143191440209680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2081143191440209680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/2081143191440209680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/cried-good-cry.html' title='cried a good cry'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-512320468021441446</id><published>2007-02-16T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:22:22.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>spiritual blessings</title><content type='html'>Just attended mass and with what happened to me this morning, i think it's just what i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest said that during the lenten season (which will basically start next week, ash wednesday) God gives out a lot of blessings. And i started thinking about maybe God will finally allow me to win a lottery, or get a new job or better yet start a business, have a house and lot and a car (though the last two can wait). These are the things i've been dreaming about. These are the things i believe that would take care of all my problems. Hey, these are the things i need! the things everyone needs to enjoy life! Then the priest continued and said that God gives out not material blessings but spiritual blessings. And my spirit sank. Then i realized that's precisely the reason why i need God's spiritual blessings... especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be close to God, but then i started being busy and later on i'm just always tired... so tired that my prayers are becoming shorter every day--because i just got to have more sleep or more time to imagine what i want. I guess i need to slow down, look back and ask God to walk with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-512320468021441446?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/512320468021441446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=512320468021441446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/512320468021441446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/512320468021441446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/spiritual-blessings.html' title='spiritual blessings'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6336750791278073860</id><published>2007-02-15T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:21:43.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><title type='text'>valentine dates</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was valentine's day. I wasn't expecting something from my husband because he doesn't believe in it. We never celebrated valentine's day, that is, until last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, he took off from work at 6:00pm to pick me up from the office. This is unusual because he's been rendering overtime for 2 months now and he just can't leave work early. I was so ready to go home alone on a valentine's night when he called. Coming from Bulacan, he arrived in Makati 8:15pm already. He wanted to watch a movie, i said let's just eat. So we went to Fort Bonifacio and of course all the resto was full. Good thing ol' UCC, which is located far from the usual gimmick location at the Fort, is welcoming with just the usual load of people dining and having coffee. I know it's still not yet a valentine's date for my husband, just a night out with his misus, and it does not feel so much different from our usual dates. It's a bit disappointing because valentine's day has been sooo over-rated here in the Philippines that when I finally got to date on that day, I felt like: hey, i get this all the time... and we've had more romantic moments than this, much, much more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my parents also went our last night. They double dated with our ninong and ninang sa kasal. These two couples had been going out almost every week! But I'm so glad that they are still enjoying each other, especially now that they're retired and they spend their days together alone in the house. I'm looking forward to retiring that way with my husband too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6336750791278073860?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6336750791278073860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6336750791278073860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6336750791278073860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6336750791278073860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-dates.html' title='valentine dates'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-6702023120285611779</id><published>2007-02-12T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:21:03.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>time-off</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Buboy and i watched two movies: Night at the Museum and Apocalypto. Both are very good films, though i would not recommend the latter to someone with weak stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two movies we had coffee at CB&amp;amp;TL. It's the first time we tried it because we're usually at UCC. They serve very good mocha latte, yum.yum. We just stayed at the coffee shop, talking about things;) and basically just spending the night together. We got home 3:00am. The following day, we slept half of the day away and watch dvd and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just felt sooo good to be dating my husband again. You see, since November last year, he has been too busy with work. He leaves the house 5:30am and leaves work between 9:00pm to 10:pm. He still works half day during Saturdays and with the last Christmas season, it takes him half the afternoon to arrive home. So weekend for us is basically catching up... for sleep:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're planning a big get-away-from-work-and-stress thing this summer and i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-6702023120285611779?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6702023120285611779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=6702023120285611779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6702023120285611779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/6702023120285611779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-off.html' title='time-off'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3333747501672830611</id><published>2007-02-09T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:20:14.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>UST College of Science will have a reunion tomorrow and my college barkada and i will not be attending. Not that i mind, really, because i don't care much for reunions. I mean, i kept in touch with friends i really care about anyway. But we are all eager to visit our alma mater once again and i suggested doing it during the reunion so we can go inside the main building (our college building) and explore it's halls again. It's kinda hard to do that on an ordinary day kasi they won't let anyone in, kahit alumni. But then, most of us are not available so we decided to schedule another day to go back to UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.ust.edu.ph/"&gt;UST&lt;/a&gt; and i'm proud to belong to the College of Science because it's kinda an elite college:) I had a lot of good memories of UST and had found a lot of very good friends there. I'm looking forward to visiting my alma mater with my friends again. Hopefully it'll be soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3333747501672830611?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3333747501672830611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3333747501672830611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3333747501672830611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3333747501672830611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729538223627688244.post-3104409208270203832</id><published>2007-02-05T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:40:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one kurl at a time</title><content type='html'>Starting a new blog here. I hope to be able to actively involve my husband. Anyway, unlike the first blog, this won't have a specific focus. It'll just be thoughts as they crossed our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chebong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/729538223627688244-3104409208270203832?l=kurlythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3104409208270203832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=729538223627688244&amp;postID=3104409208270203832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3104409208270203832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/729538223627688244/posts/default/3104409208270203832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurlythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-we-start-again.html' title='one kurl at a time'/><author><name>Buboy &amp;amp; Chebong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18085005373204210098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
