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term='Popeye&apos;s'/><category term='Timezone'/><category term='Laoag trip'/><category term='Speak'/><category term='Fujairah'/><category term='US'/><title type='text'>Dastardly Kvetch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7892748213373362859</id><published>2011-10-06T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T04:01:21.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Short Story</title><content type='html'>A girl arrived late at the office this morning due to some unfortunate events (seriously, you don't wanna know what happened!). She heedlessly walked all the way to her station, passed by her boss' office - never thought he's there already, he looked at her, she had a 30-second moment of comatose and verbal constipation realising that her shades were still on, got coffee at one hand, bag on the other and earphones in her ears listening to some sort of a screaming rock song which can be heard by a person who is 5 feet away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7892748213373362859?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7892748213373362859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7892748213373362859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7892748213373362859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7892748213373362859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/10/classic-short-story.html' title='Classic Short Story'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3918792784224604754</id><published>2011-10-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:18:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What d'you call it then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not the basis on how you would know that that person is the ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Be it 7 years, 7 days or 7 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the way you FEEL beautiful and the most important person in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the understanding even if no one is talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the moment you can't bear not letting that person know how much you love and miss him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the time you're willing to spend even if you're very busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the risk you're apt to take just to make sure the person is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the contentment that you discern without questioning or asking for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's those simple little things you recognise without being told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a promise that whatever happens, you'll be there to STAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe in true love and I want to fall in love everyday but not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3918792784224604754?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3918792784224604754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3918792784224604754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3918792784224604754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3918792784224604754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-dyou-call-it-then.html' title='What d&apos;you call it then?'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1366397577109061990</id><published>2011-07-25T23:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:16:45.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older, another year wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday and I did not wake up feeling regretful about it. I used to always think I am getting older whenever the first day of my birth month starts. Perhaps there are certain things in life that you feel you have not accomplished but what the heck? I still got a lot more years to do that. Besides, I'm pretty sure I am heading the right path and really doing well. I've realised that one cannot possibly do or get everything she wants in life and that’s quite okay. I know the best and happiest days of my life are still yet to come, as well as my wealthiest days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the better life seems to get for me. I personally feel that age is a state of mind. If you feel that you are getting old, that’s what will happen to you. I have heard a few people telling that they feel they are getting old before their time, that life is passing them by and there is nothing that they can do about it. That's BULLSHIT. You can change things with a wee bit of effort, the right attitude and a positive outlook on life - it'll do wonders I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a crazy journey but it has been great! Another year is just a reminder that I still have an incomplete mission in life - there's still so much to do and by that, I better get the hell on with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy 28th to me and cheers everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1366397577109061990?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1366397577109061990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1366397577109061990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1366397577109061990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1366397577109061990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-year-older-another-year-wiser.html' title='Another year older, another year wiser'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8396293378294833552</id><published>2011-06-13T14:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:13:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much adoe about Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I browsed the net over boringness, I read a post by someone which stopped me and made me think a little. Here goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It hurts to see someone you love ignoring you, it also hurts to see that (s)he doesn't feel your love. But it hurts even more to know that (s)he loves you too, and just doesn't want you to know."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? Seriously, I don't understand why people hold such very important thing of their lives. For me, if you love someone, let that person know not just by showing them through your acts but also by words. Talk is cheap I know but wouldn't it be nice if it's a combo? Life is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you show/tell the person how much you love them, &lt;b&gt;mean it&lt;/b&gt; and never expect anything in return. Remember that love has nothing to do with what you get, only with what you are expecting to give which I personally think is EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8396293378294833552?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8396293378294833552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8396293378294833552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8396293378294833552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8396293378294833552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/06/much-adoe-about-nothing.html' title='Much adoe about Nothing'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-841240157785961455</id><published>2011-05-17T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T05:29:27.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Clueless Love (Ending)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning really has an ending. Lucky you if you have a sweet and happy final chapter. Well, this story doesn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only given almost seven months and for her, those days were blissfully great. It all started when she met this very unusual and difficult man. They became not so close friends by days then got very intimate in less than a month. After some time they became close but not so close that a person would know his/her deepest and darkest secrets in life. The funny thing is they are completely opposite, to the point that they always have small and big arguments though they jive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy made her feel extra special by spending a lot of time with her, giving her gifts, telling her his future plans (which sometimes includes her) and so on. She finally end up to be like a fish that had been caught by a fisherman, though she maintains her values, point of views and position in life. For her, she's been there, done that. She felt confused, a bit insecure, weird and suspicious of this thing; but deep down inside her, she felt good.. really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, she received the three-letter word that a person rarely say. She believed in that. Since, she felt it was real that she did threw it back to him through actions and words. They were happy - at least, that's what she thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 193rd day, it all ended. It was very abrupt. She tried questioning him about this but all his answers were like a puzzle that no one could ever fix. She sensed that she's being ignored and worst, being avoided. Every minute she asked herself why? She gave him 1..2..3..4 days to explain but she was given nothing. She quietly told herself that she lost him. But the fact hits her - he was never hers so she didn't lose the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she tries to embrace the sadness. Being a strong woman, she knows what to do. This is her cue to STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, &lt;i&gt;"Tears washes our hurts away. It is a personal healing that is natural to our humanity."&lt;/i&gt; The problem is - tears aren't coming out of her eyes. Does this mean hurt will haunt her forever? Soul-hurt. Love sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-841240157785961455?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/841240157785961455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=841240157785961455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/841240157785961455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/841240157785961455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/05/her-clueless-love-ending.html' title='Her Clueless Love (Ending)'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1470390371049115344</id><published>2011-04-24T22:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T04:09:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Clueless Love Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again, letting this guy steal every love that has been left in her. As she knows pretty sure this ain't gonna work, still she's holding on to it. Being hanged in any love situation sucks. She wishes to get tripped on a period enable for this to stop. Well, as one famous song say, "it ain't over till it's over". Ahhh love. They say it is one of the best feelings you'll ever feel; on the contrary, not to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She completely knows what to do, but in whatever way, she's not doing it. Hoping that one day, some cupid will strike a bow at him and will penetrate his heart. She knows the possibility, she just doesn't have the patience to wait. And the funny thing is, she keeps on denying to the world that she's falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day not seeing him was like a hell and whenever there is a chance to be with him she hopes that time will stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1470390371049115344?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1470390371049115344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1470390371049115344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1470390371049115344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1470390371049115344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/04/her-clueless-love-part-2.html' title='Her Clueless Love Part 2'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3033939353301825921</id><published>2011-04-11T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:34:52.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sandman: The Kindly Ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Walker'/><title type='text'>Soul-Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3033939353301825921?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3033939353301825921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3033939353301825921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3033939353301825921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3033939353301825921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-hurt.html' title='Soul-Hurt'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8958063906780349106</id><published>2011-04-09T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:51:56.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Clueless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went out on the very first time last December and something happened. She don't know him, he don't know her but it all started there. At first, she thought it was nothing. She's been into a failed relationship that made her strong and numb. For her, all boys are the same. But each day passed and made her realised she's selfish and maybe she's wrong on what she believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyday this guy proves her wrong. He makes a point that he sends caring or even knowledgable messages every minute and every hour. It is a must for him that they meet at least once or twice a week and be with each other the whole time. He cracks silly and crazy jokes that made her laugh though some of it were not funny at all. He once managed to make an agenda for the whole day and woke her up early morning for a swim and bike ride. And so on.. He wasn't a talker or a sweet guy; and to her, he wasn't perfect at all. That's who he is. And she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day, she started to think of what's happening between them. She thought of giving this guy a shot even though he never asked anything from her. He did say before the 8 letters, 3 words that made her off-guard but that was the first and the last she have ever heard those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After some time, they've been arguing over nothing. The next day, they are okay again. To her, t'was tiring but she still keep it all alive. She's very good in forgiving and just let all things go but she never forgets. On the other hand, he is very good on kissing and making up but really bad on hints and acceptance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was this one day that the girl felt something she never thought of coming. She's falling. Being brave, she let him know about this. But to him, t'was all some sort of a drama as he doesn't believe on anything--as what he always say. She was just curious on what he feels. He is unbelievable and very hard to read. Still, they go along with that same routine; not as hot as what they have before, but same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At this point in time, everything's still a big question for her. Who, what and where they are right now, she don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;TBC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8958063906780349106?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8958063906780349106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8958063906780349106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8958063906780349106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8958063906780349106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/04/her-clueless-love.html' title='Her Clueless Love'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5821976275115998369</id><published>2011-04-06T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:37:52.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been sooooo long since I last posted. Oh well, sandpit keeps me self busy. So, where should I start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This month has been very good to me. A lot of work, yes but loads of good times too. This is the month where it all started. I will not give any details about that, sorry. Let's just leave it like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, have I said that this was my first time to celebrate Xmas and New Year alone? Not alone, literally.. what I mean is away from my family. But you know I realised one thing - It's good to be far away from your loved ones, by that you will miss more and care more. Hmmmm... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, Xmas. Tin and Reggie celebrated it at home; me, on the other hand, celebrated it at Sheraton. I was invited by office friends and I guess we all had fun. And the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;New Year. This is I can say, fabulous! We (Tin, Reggie and I) celebrated it the way we planned and wanted. We cooked our fair share of dinner and after that, we went out clubbing with friends. And as usual, the rest is history. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I experienced the most lonely days of my life in this month. Tin and Reggie went to the Philippines for vacay and I was left all alone here at sandpit. Actually, there's nothing much to talk about this month aside from being boring and lonely. Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;New place, new home. Finally, I got rid of the excess baggage of my life. This month I realised that not all people will be nice or true to you and even if they are (in front of you), you're wrong. So my advice to myself and to you who's reading this is to watch your back a bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, as you are aware, this month is a LOVE month. Yeah right. Well, nothing so special happened to me as I am busy as bee at work. That's a good thing I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh March! This has been a pain in the ass month for me. Too much work to the point of me giving up. Nah.. I don't think I would give up. I am used to working really hard. Sometimes I think God will punish me for living and working so hard. But I enjoy it most specially if all your efforts are recognised. So, I guess March is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What else? Well, I don't know if I'm in the position or if I'm about to discuss my love life here. Guess not since I don't have any or should I say, I don't want to assume on anything. It's up to YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5821976275115998369?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5821976275115998369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5821976275115998369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5821976275115998369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5821976275115998369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-in-1.html' title='4 in 1'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2774275385153139628</id><published>2010-11-25T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:38:24.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Quid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RocknRolla'/><title type='text'>RocknRolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that pack of&amp;nbsp;Marlboro killing sticks on the end of the piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All you need to know about life is retained within those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards glamor and wealth; the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are, in fact, trying to kill you and that, is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. That is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2774275385153139628?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2774275385153139628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2774275385153139628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2774275385153139628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2774275385153139628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/11/rocknrolla.html' title='RocknRolla'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6807564226398565791</id><published>2010-11-21T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T04:53:54.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eid al-Adha'/><title type='text'>Back to Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had more than a week vacay because of Eid al-Adha, whatever that means. During that break I've enjoyed attending concerts for free at the Ferrari events. It's really good when you know someone from the major sponsors. hehe.. However, my holiday was ruined as I acquired some usual cough and colds. I stayed home for like 3 or 4 days, just like a pig, doing nothing except from sleeping, surfing the net and watching rom-com or new released movies. Yeah yeah, am boring I know but what can I do? Aside from being sick, am totally broke. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're back to reality and there's nothing I can do about that. Am pretty excited though as I haven't seen my new friends for a week. I'm gonna make my ears ready, I bet there are lots of crazy funny stories to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6807564226398565791?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6807564226398565791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6807564226398565791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6807564226398565791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6807564226398565791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to Normal'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6757952055201753256</id><published>2010-11-16T04:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T04:19:02.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conti&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skype'/><title type='text'>Mom's 61st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that Mom's gonna celebrate her birthday without me. It's sad I know but hey, isn't it amazing when you feel you've been missed by the people you love and care for? Yeah am not making any sense here again, my emotion's starting to rise up and down again. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've asked one of my closest friends to surprise Mom with a cake. Come on, am out of budget and it's the only thing I can give. It's the thought that counts, isn't it? So, my friend, Keti, bought a huge one at Conti's and delivered it straight at home. We sang her a birthday song (me on Skype of course!) and she blew the candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TOgr-tGdZ7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4CH8h2gNL4k/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TOgr-tGdZ7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4CH8h2gNL4k/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+28.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;taken from Skype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess Mom was pretty happy then. Happy birthday again Ma, I love you to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6757952055201753256?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6757952055201753256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6757952055201753256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6757952055201753256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6757952055201753256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/11/moms-61st.html' title='Mom&apos;s 61st'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TOgr-tGdZ7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4CH8h2gNL4k/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+28.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4525342677183323245</id><published>2010-10-22T06:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:15:31.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could wake up as anyone tomorrow, who would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Mother Mary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/leZtip?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4525342677183323245?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4525342677183323245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4525342677183323245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4525342677183323245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4525342677183323245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-could-wake-up-as-anyone-tomorrow.html' title='If you could wake up as anyone tomorrow, who would it be?'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6265010671521738476</id><published>2010-10-22T06:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:10:26.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;fried frogs and seaweeds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/leZtip?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6265010671521738476?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6265010671521738476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6265010671521738476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6265010671521738476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6265010671521738476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-weirdest-thing-you-ever-eaten.html' title='What&amp;#39;s the weirdest thing you&amp;#39;ve ever eaten?'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8446227058853766689</id><published>2010-10-20T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T04:06:40.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual Power Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, another boring day at our crib here in sandpit. A friend of ours, Wei Yan, called and wanted to come over for a little drink. Yeah, just a little drink. :P There's nothing much to do, so I guess we don't have any choice. hehe.. We waited for hours until I realised that I have fallen asleep. Funny thing is, one of my housemates reenacted the position on how the way I sleep. I was like halfway lying down with my tummy on the couch PLUS feet up. Imagine that. haha.. All right, enough of this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodka and grenadine time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8446227058853766689?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8446227058853766689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8446227058853766689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8446227058853766689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8446227058853766689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/10/unusual-power-nap.html' title='Unusual Power Nap'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3852698483907631466</id><published>2010-10-10T02:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:36:08.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning ain't that good. I feel so emotional that I want to never wake up anymore. People have their own problems I know but bear with me, I just want to blurt whatever I want to blurt out. I fucking hate and love my life. Illogical as it seems but today, that's what I endure. I hated leaving home. I hated where I am right now. But the thing that I hate most is being in a situation that you think you're good at, that someone.. that special someone is so proud of you but is totally not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, all I ever wanted is to make myself good enough for you. I studied hard, graduated and currently have a good job. I've always been looking for straight lines though I know life's not like that, never been like that. It's so hard to hate you and I can never hate you. I just hope you'll love me the way I am giving my love to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this shit. I think I just needed a bath. Been on my bed since this AM. Promise me I didn't scare you. Now, I'm off to shower room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3852698483907631466?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3852698483907631466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3852698483907631466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3852698483907631466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3852698483907631466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/10/straight-lines.html' title='Straight Lines'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1705616529063620499</id><published>2010-09-25T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T05:00:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Papa Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, I talked to Xioms through Skype. Actually, we've been doing this every week since I left home just to catch up on things. My mom told me how lazy Xiomai nowadays. She don't want to go to school anymore. Well, it's normal and btw, she just turned 3 last July. I was thinking... I mean I told mom to enroll her in ballet class instead. Kiddo was super excited when she heard that and that's a good thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Xioms and I were chatting, I asked her if she still reads her books. She said no because I'm now here. Okay, good point because we usually do that but I told her that she should continue reading her books. And then I asked if she's praying before going to bed. Here's her reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;" Then she recited.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy, Spirit, Amen. Dear Papa Jesus, bless me as I am about to sleep. I love you Papa Jesus. Sweet dreams. Papa Jesus, Jun Pyo is my crush.&amp;nbsp;In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy, Spirit, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw dropped, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1705616529063620499?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1705616529063620499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1705616529063620499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1705616529063620499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1705616529063620499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-papa-jesus.html' title='Dear Papa Jesus'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6364886304870325747</id><published>2010-09-14T04:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:29:32.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fujairah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eid ul-Fitr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Diar Siji Hotel'/><title type='text'>Eid Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask Google, it'll tell you that Eid ul-Fitr is a three-day Muslim holiday. I'm not a Muslim, hell no but since am currently working in a Muslim country, I have the privilege to enjoy this kind of holiday. Anyway, me and my hommies decided to go to Fujairah which is one of the seven emirates of UAE. Twas a four-hour drive from Abu Dhabi and I tell you, it's worth it. Lots of amazing sceneries out there. It's more of a nature tripping I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked a night stay in Al Diar Siji Hotel and we had a beautiful view of the sea from our room. How cool is that? Well, we never enjoyed the beach to be quite honest as it was jam-packed! So we filled our entire time road tripping, not to mention climbing a rock mountain for photo opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TI6E17yYj0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/SNGs56ByveE/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TI6E17yYj0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/SNGs56ByveE/s320/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TI6Im5o5dUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZRB1KL5SsEc/s1600/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TI6Im5o5dUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZRB1KL5SsEc/s320/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So there. Not bad for my first ever Eid holiday in Sandpit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Thank you my lovely friends. You all never fail to keep me company: Yatz, Chie, Kathe, Dantley and Pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6364886304870325747?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6364886304870325747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6364886304870325747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6364886304870325747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6364886304870325747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-experience.html' title='Eid Experience'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TI6E17yYj0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/SNGs56ByveE/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4396224947997554489</id><published>2010-09-02T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:51:26.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PDOS'/><title type='text'>Acts of Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a hypocrite! Am sure all of us have done some evilness once in our lives. Big or small, it's the same. It shows that none of us is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I'll tell everything about what happened on my roller coaster journey here at sandpit. So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I came back to the Philippines was like a hell. Don't get me wrong. The word hell here is only in relation to my documents. I never thought that I'll be able to enter UAE again and have this job, but I'm a lady with full of hopes in life. Money matters, that I won't lie. Sad to say but it's true that money is power. Anyway, I endure more than a month, as a jobless ass in Manila. There was a point that I am giving up and planning to be in my home country for good. You see, all my papers were authentic and okay though my contract lacks attestation from our own labor office in Abu Dhabi. I've elaborated everything about this in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/episode-6.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Episode 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, there's someone in Abu Dhabi University (ADU) who knows someone in the Philippines who can help me. I call this person, the mogul. My colleague told me to contact this mogul as soon as I arrive Manila and tell everything about my case. He sounds like a very powerful man, I thought. So, I contacted this mogul and discuss things. Things that you can only see in movies. Anyway, the main point is me leaving the Philippines with fake and original docs. Fake ones for the PHI Immigration and originals for AUH Immigration. So, how much? I have to say, a lot of cash. If you insist, throw me a mail and I'll elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first meeting with mogul was quite scary and full of skepticism. I just thought this is the only way and I really need to gamble. I never got the mogul's full name, where he lives, what 's his job and so on. I went home with nothing but trust in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day before my departure is our second meeting. This is the schedule he gave me for my PDOS. He gave me my referral form, there I saw that I've got an agency in Manila and my employer in Abu Dhabi is different. I tried searching for it in Google and found out it doesn't really exist. So I attended the&amp;nbsp;half day boring seminar just to have my certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the departure day itself, I arrived NAIA earlier than expected, as I've said. This is my third and last meeting with the mogul. We had some short briefing then he gave me my papers. I was never surprised on how good Filipinos in forgery. What sickened me is the idea of passing through the whole airport process. But o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;f course, twas a success. Unbelievably no sweat! It's why I'm here sharing you this story. One thing I remember the mogul used to tell me: &lt;i&gt;All persons working at NAIA airport have their own tag price in their heads.&lt;/i&gt; TRUE, with my own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Moral lesson? I couldn't think of any good so far but this I tell you, never ever exit in the Philippines if you're planning to work abroad. Our government sucks from head to toe and for that, I am not a proud Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4396224947997554489?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4396224947997554489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4396224947997554489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4396224947997554489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4396224947997554489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/acts-of-evil.html' title='Acts of Evil'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2234353012501682713</id><published>2010-09-01T04:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:10:46.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADU'/><title type='text'>First Pay in Sandpit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first ever salary from ADU yesterday. My emotion's neither happy or sad about it. Sheesh, if you only knew the whole story behind this check... but still, am thankful. Hayy, this will just slip by my hands. Why? I haven't paid rent for 2 months. Tsk. Now, all I'm wanting is for September to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TH1ge4SfnNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DD4rBDUzbPo/s1600/check.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TH3f7wE0yyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EsfGOgwRD9M/s1600/check2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TH3f7wE0yyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EsfGOgwRD9M/s320/check2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for this new whole month. Ayayay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2234353012501682713?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2234353012501682713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2234353012501682713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2234353012501682713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2234353012501682713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-pay-in-sandpit.html' title='First Pay in Sandpit'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TH3f7wE0yyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EsfGOgwRD9M/s72-c/check2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4451225441625643758</id><published>2010-08-29T17:42:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:02:34.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFW'/><title type='text'>Episode 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I received my residence visa. Woohoo! After all those nerve-racking experiences that happened, I can finally be at ease. Who would ever thought that I'll be an official OFW? Haha.. Anyhoo, I prolly should end my episodes. Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super thank you Lord for all the blessings. I never expected anything BIG like this would happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4451225441625643758?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4451225441625643758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4451225441625643758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4451225441625643758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4451225441625643758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/episode-11.html' title='Episode 11'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5887926510577163695</id><published>2010-08-21T15:42:00.089+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:47:25.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAIA'/><title type='text'>Episode 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're prolly wondering what happened next in the series of my episodes. Well, I'm now here at sandpit, for almost a week. Getting back here seemed like a&amp;nbsp;roller coaster&amp;nbsp;you know but am glad all ended so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14-15: The date of my departure. I arrived NAIA airport by 8:30pm though the plane will depart the next day, 1:15am. I'm thinking, I'd better be early.. it's Friday and it's payday. I don't want to lose my temper on traffic, not that early. I'm saving it at the airport. :D So, I waited there for like more than 2 hours. I can't check in my baggage as my "very important papers" are still not on hand. Past 10 in the evening when the mogul arrived, panting, he gave me my papers and instruct me what to do. Enough with the details... in short, I passed through our airport though this time, it was all smooth and easy. Up until now, I wonder how come? Weniwei, I arrived Abu Dhabi earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;August&amp;nbsp;16: First day at Abu Dhabi University (ADU)... officially. All went okay.. my boss was happy that I'm finally back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&amp;nbsp;18: Had some medical procedure like eye scan, xray and blood test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, am waiting for the result of the medical exam so ADU can apply my residence visa and labor card. Hmmm.. I guess that's about it. More senseless episodes in the next few days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5887926510577163695?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5887926510577163695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5887926510577163695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5887926510577163695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5887926510577163695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/episode-10.html' title='Episode 10'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7401144791372761714</id><published>2010-08-15T09:23:00.075+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T04:50:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4,343 miles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...away from home now. I'm starting to miss EVERYTHING. From bogart, our hideous dog, to the red paint of our outer home; my bed and our forever messy living room; the unusual scent of my bedroom due to my old books and Xioms' &amp;nbsp;as well, all lying on my dusty floor; our literally dirty kitchen and my favorite spot whenever I want to lit my Marl; Mom's delicacies even if it's just sardines; my weird sisters, Achi and Taza; my one and only crazy Mom; my loving niece, Nicole; my close friends and most especially, my baby Xiomai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I think I need some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7401144791372761714?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7401144791372761714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7401144791372761714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7401144791372761714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7401144791372761714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/4343-miles.html' title='4,343 miles...'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-590667750067045787</id><published>2010-08-14T17:58:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:55:11.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PDOS'/><title type='text'>Episode 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas more than a week and I thought I won't be receiving any good feedback from the mogul. I tried texting and asking him for favorable results but it turned out am ranting again. He specifically said that I should be relaxed and that I should wait and be patient. For goodness' sake, my flight is almost near like tomorrow, I need to be present at the airport. Fuck you man! My left eye never failed twitching since the day I learned that I needed to rebook my flight. Mom said it was because am super stressed. Puhleeeaasseee... I don't want to throw another $100 for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight when I received a text from the mogul that I'll be having my PDOS the next day at around 8am. Oh crap. I should've took a power nap awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I woke up early this morning, attended PDOS and yeah, went home writing this shit while waiting for the time. Tonight's gonna be my flight back to Abu Dhabi. If there's a term for that feeling of agonising-stressed-pseudo-excited freak, tell me.. because that's what I am experiencing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one last step... then I'll be able to put an end to the idea of pissing in my pants. D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-590667750067045787?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/590667750067045787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=590667750067045787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/590667750067045787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/590667750067045787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/episode-9.html' title='Episode 9'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8492758423372646035</id><published>2010-08-07T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:13:41.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etihad'/><title type='text'>Episode 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know when will these episodes end. So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I am expecting a call from the mogul for my pre-departure seminar but to my surprise, I just received a text from him around late afternoon stating that we're having a big problem. The problem was I have to miss my flight tomorrow. Why? My papers didn't come out that day, that the system is fucking down and it will be released on Monday. Frantically, I contacted my superior in Abu Dhabi, told her what's going on and asked her to have my flight rebooked. I didn't realised that twas weekend there and all offices were closed. In short, she can't be of any help. In fairness, she tried but still no use. Nobody's been answering her calls there. I am completely in rage with the mogul at that very moment. As much as I want to curse him or break his nose, I can't or else I'll really be in deep shit! Damn it... this is not the way we planned. He told me that I will fly on the 8th. But what to do? To ease the anger, I just thought that this has got to have a reason. Maybe Lord just didn't want me to be on that plane. So be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I woke up, I still haven't got any feedback from Abu Dhabi re my flight tomorrow morning. So I figured to make my flight rebooked by me self. I called the Etihad office here in Manila and asked if there's anyway that they can rebook my flight schedule. Luckily, there is but the thing is, it'll be on Monday next week PLUS I have to pay 100 USD for that process. FUUUCKKKK that! So before I could actually say yes, I told the operator if I can call back again (as I need to have it finalised first with the stupid money-sucking mogul).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I immediately phoned the mogul and asked if the early Monday flight next week is feasible. He said yes, so I did have it rebooked. I just hope there won't be anymore problems after this. My goodness, 100 USD is no joke! It'll be shouldered by moi! This should work smoothly by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been sooo tired and stressed in my whole life until today. Hayyy LIFE is really full of shit. I don't care if it's too early but I need to drown myself with beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8492758423372646035?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8492758423372646035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8492758423372646035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8492758423372646035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8492758423372646035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/episode-8.html' title='Episode 8'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-113502343118057777</id><published>2010-08-04T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T02:05:13.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><title type='text'>Episode 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got an unexpected news.. that I'll be flying back to AUH very soon. My flight booking is confirmed and since then my butt's been panicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you honestly, my problem in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/episode-6.html"&gt;Episode 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hasn't been resolved yet but I am confident that everything's gonna work out the way I planned. Plan A or B may be marked X but I still got 24 letters left in the alphabet, right? Hehe.. Anyway, I went out this morning to meet with this mogul who's gonna make my plans work. I just can't digest our "law" and left myself hanging on to nothing. Sometimes, we indulge ourselves to do some acts of evil in order to reach our goals. Now then, nuff of this shitty story and give me some support. I will, in no time, tell you all about these craziness when things are accomplished. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day again, I better be sleeping now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-113502343118057777?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/113502343118057777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=113502343118057777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/113502343118057777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/113502343118057777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/episode-7.html' title='Episode 7'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7817049102111437962</id><published>2010-07-25T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:47:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, old age begins at 27 and today's my 27th birthday. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel about my age? Why is it a bit of a mindfuck? I think that part is due to my culture telling me it is significant. But let’s play along. How do I feel about where I am so far in my life (something I consider far more often than every year or 10 anyway)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Generally satisfied. &lt;s&gt;Old&lt;/s&gt; but generally satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I turned 27, I’d like to offer a toast: here’s to not giving a shit about our age and dismissing the social perceptions, by appreciating what we have regardless of where we are in life, and by growing and accelerating the whole way. I can deal with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Thanks again Mom for your lunch and coffee treat earlier. I love you to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7817049102111437962?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7817049102111437962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7817049102111437962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7817049102111437962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7817049102111437962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/27th.html' title='27th'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4535985076940972069</id><published>2010-07-23T23:54:00.227+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:30:16.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Overseas Labor Offices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shangrila'/><title type='text'>Episode 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my employment visa yesterday and there are only two words that burst out of my mouth. YES and FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, as I am seeing things more clearer now. I finally have a job.. a real one after like forever. This visa thing is one of the important things in my life lately. I can say that this is the step 2 of my overall venture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now FUCK, because it's been only less than 3 weeks. I could've exited in some near country and prolly be back to sandpit undisturbed in no time! Geez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this episode starts right here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I already got my visa, I pantingly went to POEA this morning.. early morning... very early morning. I'm quite positive that I can finish everything up in a day but luck wasn't with me at all. Imagine: I woke up by 4am, skipped bfast, took a very cold shower.. at first, it's nothing because when I got to the POEA office I am 5th in the line but in the end, I went home with nothing. How cruel is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POEA is and should be opened by 8 in the morning but what else to expect? This is a government sector... in short, when I was there, twas quarter to 9 when they started opening their windows. In fairness to them, all the docs that you'll be needing to submit is posted in every walls. So I advice you to use your eyes instead of your mouth. But I need to press on one important matter. Yeah, you posted the requirements that every applicants should submit but please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BE PRECISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;. I haven't found in any of your postings at your office and even in your website that you guys require a POLO (Philippine Overseas Labor Office) verified contract. I mean come on! You're exactly aware that not all applicants came from an agency or some sort. It's as if this verification could be done in just a snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the episode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's my turn to submit my documents, this asshole checked on my papers and then returned it to me. Having a contract with no verification, he just told me "Have your contract verified and when it's done, go back here." As easy as that. This moron never realized if I came from Timbuktu or what. Compare our small talk in less than 5 minutes to the hours I spent waiting outside. And what's worst, the verification thing should be done in POLO of the country to where you're hired to work. I ain't finish yet. In order to have your contract verified, there are loads of requirements that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;you need to&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;your employer needs to submit as well.. including your original visa. So to make the story short again, I have to mail my original visa back to my employer so they can start on processing this fucking verification of my contract. Kill me now will you please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;imbecile&amp;nbsp;in the counter didn't hear anything from me as I turned my back on him though I want to break every inch of his bones or maybe start an&amp;nbsp;amok. Instead, I started smoking and walking non-stop in the heat of the sun. I stopped when I saw I was in Shangrila Edsa already. So there, I just went home totally bruised inside. Now, I am starting to think that I hate being a Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyyy.. life sucks awesomely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4535985076940972069?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4535985076940972069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4535985076940972069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4535985076940972069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4535985076940972069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/episode-6.html' title='Episode 6'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4069433805716376576</id><published>2010-07-20T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:11:46.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icing&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Munchkin's 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9, 2007 is the best date ever of my entire life. Twas when I gave birth to Xioms - my most precious possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TEWoSnRblZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3DhdFN1waXE/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TEWoSnRblZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3DhdFN1waXE/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;making a wish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lord knows how absolutely grateful I am standing right beside my daughter on her special day. Time really flies sooo fast! My munchkin is now 3. If I can only wish that she'll be 3 years old forever. Hayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy happy birthday kiddo! Always remember that Mama loves you to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS Thanks Ninang Keti for the yummy Icing's cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4069433805716376576?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4069433805716376576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4069433805716376576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4069433805716376576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4069433805716376576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/munchkins-3rd.html' title='Munchkin&apos;s 3rd'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TEWoSnRblZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3DhdFN1waXE/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8352563762570589119</id><published>2010-07-19T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:10:14.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAE'/><title type='text'>Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've decided to relocate, I prepared myself of the consequences that I might embrace but the least I thought of or should I say, I never thought of the routine that I would be facing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Abu Dhabi, I am living with my 4 or 6 mates in a flat. You prolly wonder why I said 4 or 6. Originally, we are 5 at home but one friend is out as of the moment because her family just arrived from the Philippines so she preferred staying at her sister's flat, a more convenient place I dare say. Another friend used to stay with us though it was only during weekends, he has his own accommodation near his office. So to make things clearer, we are 4 in the house right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flats here in UAE is no joke. The best example is ours. Apart from its valuable price, it doesn't have an attached bathroom. You see, in a building there were different floors, right? Each floor contains 2 or 3 main doors. As you enter the main door, there were about 3 more doors. These doors are called flats. One master room which includes its own bathroom; one cafe which practically can occupy up to 10 heads; and one bedroom which can occupy 3 or 4 heads. These three doors inside that main door I was telling you shares the same kitchen and if you're lucky enough, the common room which in our case, we don't own. What else... Ahhh... how could I ever forget the shared bathroom of the cafe room and the bed room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a newbie in this flat hell, I don't have the right to pick what time should I take a bath. Yes, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;heard&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; read it right! Taking a bath is scheduled. Mine was 4:30am and what made this irritating is that my office hours is from 9am to 6pm. So, I will be picked up by my service at around 8am. Come to think of it, by 5am I'm all cleaned up though I have to wait until 8am for my service to arrive. Imagine the wasted hours just because of that stupid shared bathroom! I could still add it up on my sleeping hours for goodness' sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why we pushed ourselves to find a new flat with attached bathroom. Luckily, we found one though its price is much higher. Oh anyway, we got the largest room plus we finally have our own bathroom AND balcony is a jackpot! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bathroom is not the only hassle of my life in Abu Dhabi. My trip to and from office was hell as the shared bathroom. Home to work is like a 30 to 45-minute drive not including the nerve-wrecking traffic. My service is a long van. It picks up/drops 10 people everyday. My place is the first pick up point so that means I am the last drop. I usually got home 8pm the latest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarise, I wake up 4:30am just to take a bath.. and I'll be home by 8pm from work. Security guards are in no match with my fucking schedule. Btw, this routine lasted for two weeks only. Thank God we transferred to our new home. Wake up call was changed to 7am and bathroom was all mine by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hayyyy... life in UAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8352563762570589119?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8352563762570589119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8352563762570589119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8352563762570589119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8352563762570589119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-routine.html' title='Daily Routine'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1462003014284918559</id><published>2010-07-03T21:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:42:47.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><title type='text'>Torn Between 2 Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my e-ticket and will be leaving tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't help myself thinking of the POEA shittiness. I cannot believe why Philippines can just be the same with other countries. It's not that I don't want to go home but you see, if in case I will be exiting in some near countries, immigration there won't ask anything except your passport and your visa. Hayyy Pilipinas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, one of the reasons why I want to come home is Xiomai. Part of me is thrilled to death because I'll be able to catch her third birthday. Though I'll be coming home with no presents, huge amount of cash or anything, I know that Xioms would not mind. She's just a kid for goodness' sake! And I'm pretty much sure that it's no biggie with my family as well. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see you Pinas and until we meet again Abu Dhabi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1462003014284918559?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1462003014284918559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1462003014284918559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1462003014284918559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1462003014284918559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/torn-between-2-emotions.html' title='Torn Between 2 Emotions'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2349498029679613734</id><published>2010-06-30T23:24:00.124+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:11:37.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry of Higher Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PDOS'/><title type='text'>Episode 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know what to feel when HR told me I need to exit to the Philippines. Part of me felt happy and excited as I will have this chance to be with my family AND I will be home on Xiomai's 3rd birthday. On the contrary, I don't want to go home. Aside from the fact that I don't have any return ticket, which is by the way will be shouldered by moi, I am thinking of the expenses and the process in POEA. Fuck our government!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HR told me that they don't want me to stay in a near country because they don't actually know when will my papers from the Ministry of Higher Education be released. They just estimated 7 to 8 weeks max, including the processing of my employment/residence visa. This is the reason why they always advice their employees to exit to their home countries. Also, the reason why I needed to exit is that I have used up my 2 months stay in UAE as a tourist. Having no employment visa yet and as what their law states, I need to be out of sandpit for at least 30 days before I could enter their country again unless otherwise the company have issued me an employment visa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, our HR is not aware of our POEA's stupid processing. I've been reading the POEA website all day and as to what I learned, I am called - Name Hired. It means that I've never been into any agencies and I am hired directly by the company. Stating this, when I come home to the Philippines and then go back to UAE, I will be needing some important documents for the Immigration to let me pass. Aside from that, I need to go to POEA to be a member and pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; a lot of cash and attend to the so called PDOS before our government could actually permit me to work abroad. Hassleness, right? This is the reason why I don't want to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I do? I don't want to go to Iran or Oman and stay there for like a month or so. I was thinking I have no choice but to go home. Besides, my company will be shouldering my air fare ticket going back here in sandpit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only thing I would ask HR is to give me all those requirements that I will present to our Immigration then I'll book my flight home. Fuck, I only got 7 days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2349498029679613734?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2349498029679613734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2349498029679613734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2349498029679613734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2349498029679613734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/06/episode-5.html' title='Episode 5'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2064836406921634090</id><published>2010-06-21T20:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:12:11.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Colors of Benetton'/><title type='text'>Best Second Day Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from work and I thought of sharing what happened on my second day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, this day's the best day of my life here in Abu Dhabi. First day sucks to tell you honestly but this day made me feel am back in the game. The very early wake up call and looooong drive from and to work was all worth it. Here, I felt so belong. They made me feel I am NOW part of the family even though we're like united colors of benetton. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to meet all the faculty members... from big bosses to professors to staffs. They are all very friendly and nice. I happen to have the nicest boss in all departments (ehem) as everyone says. So all the tedious and literally hard filing of paperworks became chicken shit. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have I told you about my daily routine? I guess I'd better create a new blog for that. I don't want to ruin the bliss am feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2064836406921634090?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2064836406921634090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2064836406921634090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2064836406921634090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2064836406921634090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-second-day-ever.html' title='Best Second Day Ever!'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2746967559996776922</id><published>2010-06-20T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:12:45.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Colors of Benetton'/><title type='text'>Episode 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week has passed and I still haven't received any phone calls from the job am waiting. I've become paranoid each day though am still attending some job interviews from other companies. I can't waste my time you know, I only have 3 weeks left before my visa expires. That's when I believe in the saying that time is precious, oh sooo precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends kept telling me that all I needed to do is to be patient and wait and I was like waiting for nothing. The only thing that I'm holding on to that freaking job is the lady's words. And what's really funny is that those words came out from a phone. Would you believe that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long wait, a week and four days to be exact, they finally called. They wanted me to start immediately.. meaning I need to report for work though am still holding a tourist's visa. For me, that's totally fine since I've been bored to death for almost 2 months AND of course, as long as they're gonna process my papers legally fast! The universe is on me that day. Everything turned out to be almost perfect. I received and signed the offer letter, had a little chat with HR regarding all the stuff that we need to accomplish and met some of my new united colors of benetton colleagues. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; I am the happiest earthling in the world. So, I better be going. I need to take a bath as it's my first day today and I don't want to be late. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;TBC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2746967559996776922?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2746967559996776922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2746967559996776922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2746967559996776922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2746967559996776922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/06/episode-4.html' title='Episode 4'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6547297519001571347</id><published>2010-06-18T14:55:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:09:26.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popeye&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that that was just an ordinary boring day but it turned out to be "THE DAY".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a grocery store when my mobile rang. Twas a call from a company which I applied a month ago. I was asked if he can interview me right then and there. I was skeptical at first but hey, what am I thinking? In the end I was interviewed. There was this question about the company that I thought I messed up but I was surprised when he called again the other day inviting me for a panel interview in Abu Dhabi the day after tomorrow. I asked if he can give me the exact location of their office and he said that he'll email it to me after we're done talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has passed, still no email received from this company. The very next day, I checked on my mailbox and found zero again. I begin to think they've changed their minds so I just accepted the fact that the job wasn't really for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview date came and am still lying on the bed doing nothing when suddenly my mobile rang. It was somebody else from that same company and was asking me if I have plans on going for an interview. I was like confused and told the lady that I haven't received any email from them. She quickly asked if I'm still interested and if I can come within the day. Twas almost lunch time and my scheduled interview is 10am. I told her that I'm still in Dubai and she responded that they're open until 6pm. So I just said yes to finish the convo. I checked my mail again and it showed how stupid I am. The instructions and location map was in my spam folder. Darn! Why the heck I never thought of that?! Anyway, I rush to the bathroom and took a bath. I was thinking I can make it by 3pm or 4pm. For your info, Abu Dhabi is a 2-hour drive from Dubai. Hayyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived after 2 or 3 hours. Imagine a hungry bitch (I haven't taken any bfast or lunch!) with raddled face -- yep, that was me! Finally, the receptionist called my attention and asked me to follow her. As I entered the room, there were 3 persons waiting. They're my interviewers -- an Arab, a Malaysian and a Filipino. Lots of questions were thrown and I think I've been inside that room for 30 minutes. After, the Filipino told me to wait for a while as I'll be having one more round of interview. Gawd, my stomach was really in a revolution! I could eat up a whole chicken in 10 seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to another room, the Filipino girl informally interviewed me. She told me every little thing to expect on this job and of course, just to impress her, I kept on saying "I can do the job." You know, I have this new motto when I arrived UAE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always intellectually say yes and never say no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;. I do believe that everything in this world can be learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I finally met my last interviewer. Twas the Dean of the department that I'll be in IF in case I got hired. He was so warm and nice. The interview wasn't an interview at all. He just told me stuffs that they're doing. He actually praised my CV. Then it all end there. Would you believe if I told you that I got lost on my way out? I didn't saw that it was the actual university. I just thought it was an office where they recruit employees. Boy, it was really a big school! I suddenly recalled my college days. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, as my tummy's rumbling, all am thinking at that very moment is where to eat. I am sooo tired when I got to this mall near the bus station. I immediately looked for a food chain and saw Popeye's. I had 3 big fried chickens, a muffin, some fries and a coke. YUMMM! While eating, my mobile rang. Twas the Filipino girl from the company where I just had my interview. The first lines was like, "So, are you really ready for a challenge?" I was like, "Yes?" Then she told me that it was me that they want, the salary package plus benefits and so many things that I could not remember anymore. Tears just came out of my eyes when I heard that. I just can't believe this is happening plus all the hassleness I've been through that day. "Okay" was the only word I could say. She made sure that the HR will call me the following week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home feeling happy with full of hopes. My dreams are becoming clearer now... I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learned from my journey: Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyse you; they're supposed to help you discover who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next senseless episode. Am out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6547297519001571347?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6547297519001571347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6547297519001571347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6547297519001571347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6547297519001571347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/06/episode-3.html' title='Episode 3'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5713094055177196819</id><published>2010-06-04T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:43:08.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burj Khalifa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu Dhabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burj Al Arab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>Epidose 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can say that these past days and weeks are the most boring days and weeks of my life. Sure am going out to have some fun but you see, this is my first time as a huge bum since I graduated from college. I'm not into it and this is sooo not me. I always thought that this would be easy, just a piece of cake... reality check, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this huge construction company that I really like to work for; problem is, they can't raise the salary. Come on, I shouldn't have left my previous job if this is the only thing here! Deadline's until next week for me to decide and it's a HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, have I told you that I'm like a ping pong ball? Been travelling Dubai and Abu Dhabi back and forth for some interviews. I personally love Abu Dhabi. Why? Because I think there's less temptation there. Dubai got loads of beautiful place, no doubt about that but when you think of it, it's more of an outflow of money. Abu Dhabi on the other hand, is like an established province. There's no Atlantis, neither Burj Al Arab nor Burj Khalifa which is a good thing; it'll save you a lot of money. Malls are not as grand as in Dubai which is a good thing for me also. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hayyyy.. life in UAE. I wish to have some more action rather than just sitting here at home gaining weight doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;. Ugh! Speaking of weight, got to go to the gym and do some treadmill. So, toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5713094055177196819?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5713094055177196819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5713094055177196819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5713094055177196819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5713094055177196819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/06/epidose-2.html' title='Epidose 2'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6155258742289598554</id><published>2010-05-30T02:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:03:45.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a helluva long time since I last posted. Been busy searching for the right path you know. This past month was like a rollercoaster ride. There are times that I wanted to blog but there's nothing to write about... at all. I have experienced and showed every mood you could imagine. I felt like I am about to break but despite of that, I remained calm and learned to embrace anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's hard to leave everything back home but it's a choice, my choice. I personally love challenges and I guess, this is the biggest that I have to fight or to prove to myself I am worthy of this life. Sounds corny eh? What can I say? It's true. I believe that one day, I will tell myself "I've done almost everything so I am not afraid to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, am still here in a beautiful yet very hot place called Dubai. If I said UAE, I don't think my limited readers would relate. Everyone thought of Dubai as a country and if you are one, you're dead wrong. Anyway, been here for a month and a half now. And yes, my skin's now dry, got blisters in my lower lip for a week now and hair fall never ends. But it's okay, I still love UAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For the past month, I've been into numerous interviews.. one-on-one, telephone, panel, name it but I haven't seen the job that I really want. So many concerns like the salary package, the contract and even the boss itself. If I could just elaborate my experiences with a local national here, I would.. but I don't want to waste my brain thinking of that event in my life. Let's just say, there's one particular moment that made me more stronger and wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Two good reasons why I landed here: JOB and TAX. I heard some stories that it's so easy to get a job here. Like when you snap your finger, job's right there. This may be true and really false. True for those idiots who will grab anything just to say "they have a job" and false for those who act, think and choose the right&amp;nbsp;one according to what they took during college and of course their job experiences. You see, there's a LOT of jobs here but the question is, is it the right/best one for you? Tax: I assume we are all aware that this is a tax-free country, right? Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyhoo, a month has passed.. still, I am a loser jobless bitch. I can't even sleep at night, my self esteem is decreasing almost everyday. I sometimes ask myself, did I throw everything that's already in my hands? You know, I am just so lucky being sorrounded by beautiful people. They're the ones who&amp;nbsp;make sure I keep my sanity. I realised also that I&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;praying and talking to God every night/early morning before going to bed. That's a good thing, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So..... I'm now running out. More senseless stories in a few days or maybe weeks. hehe... wish me luck on my hunting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6155258742289598554?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6155258742289598554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6155258742289598554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6155258742289598554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6155258742289598554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/episode-1.html' title='Episode 1'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8787133069874722242</id><published>2010-05-06T21:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T03:22:31.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burj Khalifa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aroos Damascus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burj Al Arab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>Sandpit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been here in Dubai for a week now and still have no luck in finding a good job. There are some, yes, but the offer isn't that you know... My friends keep on telling me that that's the way it is. If you want a really nice job, you have to wait. So am waiting and hoping and wishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, t'was my first time in this country and let me tell you about my experiences. I arrived here last April 28 and I've been to numerous places. Sharjah, Deira, Karama, Sheikh Zayed and so on. I am good at places but here, am not. Buildings here aren't the same in the Philippines, you'll never know if it was a hospital, school, villa, office etc. Also, Dubai has long roads, they calculate the distance by kilometers and not hours. So if you're going to Dubai Mall and you're here at Al Qusais, it's roughly 10km. Haha just kidding. Honestly, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My first week here is so boring and happy at times. Boring when my good friend Elaine have a flight therefore I'll be left all alone at home; and happy when Elaine's home of course. When she's here, we usually go out, eat out, stroll and some sort. I was lucky to see the tallest building in the world, the Burj Khalifa. There was also this show that I saw, they call it the Dancing Water. It was in front of Burj Khalifa that starts every 6PM and continues every after 30 minutes. It was beautiful and for sure you'll be awe-struck like me when you witness that. I also saw the 7-star hotel here, the Burj Al Arab; haven't got in to that place though. Maybe next time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it comes to food, it's all cheap. You can even have a meal for like 2 to 3 persons for just 5-10 dirhams. I've tried their famous shawarma from Aroos Damascus and oh boy it was soooo gooood! It's very far from our shawarmas back home. Thanks Yatskie btw. =D I've also tried some Indian street foods. Indian foods were typically spicy and I keep on saying that I should be used to those kind of foods. And oh, nachos here at cinemas are really yummy. That, you should also try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What else? Oh yeah, I've learned that cellphone loads here don't expire, sim card does but you can renew it after like a year. Buying sim cards here requires you to show some identification. So if ever you lost your phone or someone stole it, they can easily track it; best part is you can still use the same number even if it was deactivated for so many years. How about that? hehe... And buses, buses here are way too cool. Hehe.. sorry for the ignorance, bear with me please. Anyway, you can only ride a bus if you got a bus card. They don't have bus conductors here. All you need to do is ride a bus, from a bus station (buses here don't stop to load and unload passengers anywhere else), swipe your card and viola! And mind you, bus cards can't be used by 2 or more persons, you'll be fined 200 dirhams if police officers caught you. Also, buses here got their own numbers for their respective routes so be sure that you've checked on their numbers before you board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So... I'm running out here. I'll let you know more in the future but for now, add me up on your prayers please. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8787133069874722242?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8787133069874722242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8787133069874722242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8787133069874722242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8787133069874722242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/sandpit.html' title='Sandpit'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5171300560163516223</id><published>2010-05-01T02:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T03:15:02.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emirates Airlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UAE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>DXB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never thought of stepping my feet on UAE but now here I am, trying to enjoy every second of it. It's hard to leave families and friends but that's the way life is. It's hard to explain but am pretty sure you know what am saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyhoo, I was all prepared - financially and emotionally. I've got high hopes being here. But before that drama I want to throw out everything that happened to me before arriving Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seemed pretty easy on me but that wasn't always the case, okay. I'm doing this for the sake of those people who wants to go here so they'll have an idea. Anyway, I decided to go here for better opportunities. So I fixed all my papers and within a month, I got all the results. I have a friend here who settled all my requirements like my visa and ticket. The only thing that I'll be thinking is on how to pass through those immigration officers in Manila as well as here in Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;April 28, departure date. I arrived 3 hours before my flight schedule. First thing you need to do is to have your visa scanned for authenticity then go straight to check in baggage. My tip is to go for an online check in a day before your flight; that way, you will never fall to those long lines at the airport. Oh, before I forgot, pay the terminal fees first before checking in your baggage. You need that receipt for check in. So after checking in your baggage, you will be given your boarding pass (don't forget to ask for a departure card, you'll need that at the immigration), then go straight to the immigration officer's lane. This is the last step before you board a plane. Some say go to a line which you think will let you pass easily but who can tell, right? Anyway, I picked on the most snob-looking immigration officer and when it was my turn, she asked for my passport, boarding pass and departure card. She looked at me then to my papers and asked why am I going to Dubai? What's my purpose? I calmly said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just visiting a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Then she asked for my visa and return ticket and I immediately gave it to her. She asked who is Elaine Cruz? I told her she was a friend. And that's it. She stamped my passport and gave it back to me. I exhaled deeply. I thought that wasn't hard and I'm lucky. There are some who have been back and forth in different lanes yet they've always been denied. I overheard one of the immigration officer telling the other officer, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pabayaan mo silang magpabalik balik diyan. Maghahanap lang ng trabaho yang mga yan sa ibang bansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" I felt angry over them but what can I do? I understand that it was part of their job but can't you just let them pass? I mean, most of them are on their age, it's up to that person whatever he/she will do to whatever country he'll/she'll be in. Gah! Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I waited for my plane for almost 2 hours to arrive. My flight was delayed, what's new? Btw, I boarded a Boeing 777 Emirates Airlines' plane. It was freaking huge. hehe... been inside the plane for 9 hours. When we're in Dubai, we did not land that instant. The pilot said that they're experiencing traffic. I was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Traffic on air? WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" We've been circling around the air for like 30 minutes; eventually, we landed.. safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was so stoked upon entering the Dubai airport. T'was huge and clean and very organised. Here's another tip, don't wear heels! I was wearing my new stilettos and never thought that I would take a verrrrrry long walk. Anyhow, before the immigration officer, you will take the eye scan. I dunno what the purpose is but it's their protocol here. After that, go straight to the immigration officers. I found it funny when it was my turn. The Arab national greeted me "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kamusta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" and I told him, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mabute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" He asked for my passport and visa, inputted something on his computer then stamped my passport. That was it. No questions asked. I realised Filipinos are more strict when it comes to the immigration thingy and I wonder why. When I passed through the immigration, I immediately collected my baggage. I was lucky again to see my baggage easily. When I got out of the airport, my friend was already there waiting for me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's 2AM when I arrived yet I felt the hotness of the weather. I really am in Dubai now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5171300560163516223?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5171300560163516223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5171300560163516223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5171300560163516223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5171300560163516223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/dxb.html' title='DXB'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-903503302363943526</id><published>2010-04-23T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:20:04.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As am listening to Joe Hastings' end credits, I realised that I have only five days left here in Manila. Still haven't packed my things and believe me, it's one of the hardest part in traveling. Tried it last night but I was unsuccessful. I should really accept the fact that I can't bring all my lovely stuff with me in my new venture. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As what I've said, five days. Yep you heard me. Exact date is April 28 at 18:30 and that is final. Got my ticket and visa already. If you're gonna ask me if I'm all set and ready, my answer would be yes and no. Yes, emotionally and no, literally. Go figure out why. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I'll end this writing at this state as I really don't know what to say. Uhmmm.... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-903503302363943526?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/903503302363943526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=903503302363943526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/903503302363943526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/903503302363943526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock..'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8030930570976352572</id><published>2010-04-18T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:11:49.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viatores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Razon&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cathy&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Ágætis byrjun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's my third day being unemployed and what have I done on those days? Nothing much to say really. You know am lazier than anything you would imagine. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, have I told you that I got my visa already? Yep! Got it last week though my flight schedule was still a surprise. I should say, end of this month or early May. Let's just cross our fingers that the final result will be revealed tomorrow eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I've got something to tell. Last Friday, I received an unexpected farewell party here at home. As usual, t'was my lovely Viatores and Bading's idea; they're so much addicted to surprises. Anyway, what happened is that since my last days reporting for work, Kets and I agreed on bonding for a day before I leave the company. I just didn't know that they already have an agenda behind my back. Those evil bitches! haha... At the night of their "freaking plan", Kets texted me that she's on her way here and she's just waiting for the pansit that she ordered. I even requested for a Razon's halo-halo. =) I've waited for like an hour before they finally arrived. Yes, you heard me, THEY. She's with Elena aka the anti-social bitch. So I was a bit confused but eventually, I thought maybe she just wanted to see me before I finally leave the country. That's it. So I fixed the table and told them it's time to eat. Gawd, these two had all the alibis in the world that night. That they just walked going here from there, that they needed to rest first and it's hot.. blah blah.. so in short, I waited for them to get at ease. Suddenly, our dog barked and I knew there was someone outside. To my surprise, it was the rest of the gang. Yes, they got me and it was the second time. First was during my pregnancy. Strike 2! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprises but I think I'm now getting used to it *&lt;em&gt;as long as there's always a new Cathy's bag&lt;/em&gt;*. hehe... super thanks Five and Kets for that. So we feast all night and had a couple of vodka shots. Some of my lovely friends didn't make it but I can feel them being here emotionally and ehem, financially. I know they chipped in for all the food they bought. So thank you all and I will say it again, they're the best friends in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S8nqcjIwOPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_fqElS7hiF0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153799352629490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S8nqcjIwOPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_fqElS7hiF0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my new Cathy's collection. super love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, a good beginning embraces me and am all willing. What a best way of starting my new life. Surprises, surprises, must love surprises! Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8030930570976352572?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8030930570976352572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8030930570976352572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8030930570976352572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8030930570976352572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/agtis-byrjun.html' title='Ágætis byrjun'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S8nqcjIwOPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_fqElS7hiF0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1672846092772713327</id><published>2010-04-15T06:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:19:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is my last day at GSM. I am sad to leave beautiful friends here but you know, life must move on. It was my pleasure meeting wonderful pips at the DSC. All of you will always be in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S8YKM_T1g-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/PFUOD1jCjL4/s1600/goodbye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460062816502645730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S8YKM_T1g-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/PFUOD1jCjL4/s320/goodbye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my last mail to fellow colleagues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I believe that in every beginning, there's always an ending. I'm just so blessed that I had a happy ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, until then. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1672846092772713327?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1672846092772713327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1672846092772713327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1672846092772713327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1672846092772713327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S8YKM_T1g-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/PFUOD1jCjL4/s72-c/goodbye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6827639002617295908</id><published>2010-04-09T17:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:51:12.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Martens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glorietta 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luk Yuen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohrelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rustan&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days left and it felt like 4 years. I am lazy as a pig every single day because I know I will not be compensated anymore. Plus, lots of expenses nowadays. Is it really like that when you're leaving the country? Hayyyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, last Wednesday, Xioms and I went out to have our teeth cleaned. That was the only plan. Nothing more, nothing less. But when we're about to leave our home, I received a text from my mom that she's in Rustan's and she wants us to go there. I was wondering what's with Rustan's? We went there anyway. When we got there, mom told me to pick any shoes that I want and she'll buy it. I was like seriously? though I know mom was never a fan of jokes. So I fitted almost every shoes that I found. Eventually, I had the flats with a zebra-like design from Kiddo's. I was so happy but my hapiness didn't end there. And oh, mom also treated us with a scoop of Dolce ice cream. How lucky could this day be? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After Rustan's we went straight to our dentist since we had an appointment by 4pm. During my oral prophylaxis, mom told me that I would be needing one more pair of shoes, the formal one with heels. I was really grinning when I heard that. Mom was out of her mind. The last time mom bought me a pair of shoes was way back when I was in fourth year high school. It was an 8-hole Dr. Martens classic boots. The funny thing about it is that I've been asking for my own Docs since I was in grade 3. She's really "kuripot" but this time, the world just turned upside down. Anyway, we went to Glorietta 5, fitting here and there until I have grabbed on this Ohrelle's 2-inch snake skin mary jane. So we bought that. Imagine, 2 shoes in less than 3 hours. I'm in cloud nine. Shoes are my weakness! errrr... and bag as well. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S79F-XRWReI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o_lABLoRFoI/s1600/090410_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458158211097314786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S79F-XRWReI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o_lABLoRFoI/s320/090410_0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new collection &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After shoe shopping, mom lead us to Luk Yuen and we had our dinner there. At first, I told myself that I won't eat since my teeth were so clean and pearly white. Haha pearly white... but I ended up scooping every food that's on our table. Who would ignore Chinese food, eh? Especially the chicken feet. YUMMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we hailed for a cab and went home. Cab fare was shouldered by mom, as usual. What do you call me then? Title says it all. Oh well, that's the truth. Good thing I have this wonderful mother who's always been there, be it in trouble or not. I love you mom and thank you for my pretty new shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6827639002617295908?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6827639002617295908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6827639002617295908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6827639002617295908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6827639002617295908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S79F-XRWReI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o_lABLoRFoI/s72-c/090410_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3826388426190653673</id><published>2010-04-02T10:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:26:21.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Dracula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already April and am counting the days again. Days of excitement, days of parting, days of sadness, days of long days, days of agitation or whatever days I could and would get. I'm now quite sure as to why numbers are created -- to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I'm feeling convinced; I even believe there's life after death. Though thinking of positivity, gloominess prevails. I was thinking of the days that I won't be able to see her, to touch her, to wipe her tears when she cries, to laugh with her, to hug and kiss her and so on. People visualize me that I don't give a shit, that I'm a rock hard solid but in reality, am not. Just to ease the pain I'm receiving, I pretend not to care and ponder what will my life be after 2 or 3 years from now. Practicality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, am decided. Second chance is not in my dictionary. It's time and am all ready. 14 nights and 29 days. So all I'm asking is for you to bear with my recurring numbers, will you please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3826388426190653673?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3826388426190653673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3826388426190653673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3826388426190653673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3826388426190653673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/count-dracula.html' title='Count Dracula'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7203144838473917029</id><published>2010-03-27T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:32:14.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things were ready. And when i say ready, I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I knew I'm already decided, almost everyday, I've been bugging my lovely droogs just to know EVERYTHING I want to know. All questions starting with the letter W was made. There was a point that one of my friends got tired of my silliness and was like hiding and don't want to talk to me anymore. Oh well, she has her reasons and I totally understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I got a call from E and told me all the EXACT DETAILS that am longing to hear. At first I was like struck by a lightning. My brain don't seem to function but my heartbeat was so fast that if it has its own feet and hands, it would prolly rip my breast and run. I felt sick though am so stoked with the news so I deeply inhaled and exhaled as I absorbed things. Things that would change my life; hopefully, for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that it's just these past few months that I've been so dubious that turned out to be an irritating person with loads of unstoppable questions and then now, here it is. No holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, have you ever felt so anxiously excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7203144838473917029?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7203144838473917029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7203144838473917029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7203144838473917029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7203144838473917029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/malaise.html' title='Malaise'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-737116899380057836</id><published>2010-03-26T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:14:39.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myopic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='75/75'/><title type='text'>75/75</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined myself wearing spectacles until my mom decided and pushed me to buy one. Since college, I've been wearing contact lense until one of my pair got lost during my birthday last 2007, I think. Since then, I never had my eyes checked and of course, never had bought contact lenses or anything. I am quite sure with my beliefs that prescribed spectacles or contact lenses doesn't make sense. It just makes your eyes worst. But I was dead wrong so I bought one. A lot of times I'm feeling nauseated and that whenever I read, I was like an inch closer to my favorite book or the computer at the office. I went to an ophthalmoligist and found out that I'm myopic. Got a 75 grade on both eyes. So I was advised or should I say forced to buy a pair of glasses. Right. Anyway, here's a pic, what you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S6xr4kKUcJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZlMyzHrNK34/s1600/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452851868362633362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S6xr4kKUcJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZlMyzHrNK34/s320/Image029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how do I look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-737116899380057836?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/737116899380057836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=737116899380057836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/737116899380057836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/737116899380057836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/7575.html' title='75/75'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S6xr4kKUcJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZlMyzHrNK34/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4412975204012389881</id><published>2010-03-24T02:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:38:13.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xtremely Xpresso Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treetop Adventure'/><title type='text'>Tree Top Adventure - Bnx and Pogi's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was B and K's month. Another year older for them so we decided to have a celebration but not as the usual drinking and eating sessions. Someone has come up of an idea and I'm not quite sure who's to blame on this. hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S7VjAqGwmEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XLvFjBjrPBI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455375386583013442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S7VjAqGwmEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XLvFjBjrPBI/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bulag, Pipi't Bingi (me with the celebrants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, we went to Subic for the Tree Top Adventure. I brought Xioms with me as an excuse but it was Roch who used my poor kid to get herself away from the stunts. Loser. hehehe... So, we tried their tree drop, canopy ride and my favorite of all, superman ride. It was my first time though I've been wanting to try those all my life. To me, it was pretty boring until the superman ride. To tell you honestly, I never kept my mouth shut during the ride.. I was like shouting my lungs out. It was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S7VYhfXRNsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/q9FJxkcIvlg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455363856007247554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S7VYhfXRNsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/q9FJxkcIvlg/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viatores with loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the adventure, we had our dinner (this is a celebration so there must have been some FREE FOODS! heehee..) at Xtremely Xpresso Cafe. It's like an Italian resto in Subic. I was amazed with their huge pizza and was hoping that 'this must be good' -- in fairness, it was. They ordered some pastas and soups. Spinach soup, I will never forget that. It ain't good and was not really made from spinach. Good thing they replaced it with chicken macaroni soup. =) We had strawberry gelato for dessert and my, it was so yummy! Xiomai surely enjoyed that the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other day, every good thing has an end. We were sooo tired but we had a blast! I bet it was a perfect birthday celebration for deaf and mute as it was a wild and exciting experience plus we got to share the moment with some of our friends and loved ones. Until our next trip. Long live Viatores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4412975204012389881?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4412975204012389881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4412975204012389881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4412975204012389881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4412975204012389881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/tree-top-adventure-bnx-and-pogis-bday.html' title='Tree Top Adventure - Bnx and Pogi&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/S7VjAqGwmEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XLvFjBjrPBI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6885342053390372503</id><published>2010-03-15T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:52:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I've submitted my resignation. After five long years, I just felt that I need to go somewhere and prove something to myself. I hate leaving people there but we have our own lives and dreams to prioritise. Besides, people always leave; be it for personal reason, career reason, or whatever reason, that's how life goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a rollercoaster staying at DSC for half a decade. The very first time I stepped my shoes in in that company, I'm completely clueless on what to expect. The reason is I consider GSM as my first REAL job after graduation; plus, it's a law firm and I'm a Business Ad graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There, I learned loads of stuff or I must say all about the Microsoft world. I never knew then that I can view paragraph marks and tabs in a Word document. I never thought how hard it is to create such a PowerPoint presentation (but of course, it isn't now. =) ). I was exposed with different legal terms that I never heard of before. Been deaf listening to audio files for at least 6 to 8 hours a day but at no time I complained as I'm enjoying and at the same time I'm learning. Nailed a certification exam for Microsoft Word, applied for a QCA position yet failed, applied for a TL position - hugged victory... so it goes. But the most important thing is I found friends who helped me stand up and fight for my everyday quest. That cannot be replaced of anything and I am so much thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate goodbyes; there was a time that I certainly not accepted of the term as true but in life, it sinks in, you just don't know when, where and how. Goodbyes aren't made for precious things to last; thus, it is a way to make each person stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, au revoir for now and see you again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6885342053390372503?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6885342053390372503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6885342053390372503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6885342053390372503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6885342053390372503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/greener-pasture.html' title='No Goodbyes'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-961659726605429845</id><published>2010-03-15T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:11:38.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarot Card'/><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Transformation. Death of the old ways. Making way for new energy and revitalization. Time to look for a new path. Change in a relationship, job or long-standing belief. Possible new beginning or liberation. Time to let go of something and let it pass from your life. Change of mind. Outside influence will cause drastic change. Accept change or change will be thrust upon you. Grieving a loss or change. Rebirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-From my Daily Tarot Card Reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-961659726605429845?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/961659726605429845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=961659726605429845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/961659726605429845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/961659726605429845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1408194639312642474</id><published>2010-03-02T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:37:47.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redy'/><title type='text'>Redy for Foreign Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never wanted to waste any time so this morning, I send redy for a nice tattoo. I was given a week for it to heal then I'm all set. Just one more step and yeah, I'll go bounce. Still have no idea? Patience my dear. You'll be surprised in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;***Karus Patris, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;go fui no sursum meus mens quod ego ero postulo vestri succurro. Rector mihi ut vos usquequaque operor huic novus nisus ut ego sum capturus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritu Sancti, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1408194639312642474?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1408194639312642474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1408194639312642474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1408194639312642474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1408194639312642474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/redy-for-foreign-tattoo.html' title='Redy for Foreign Tattoo'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5168152654824477481</id><published>2010-03-01T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:37:11.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redy'/><title type='text'>Redy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've waited for like 2 weeks and today, redy's in my hands. Two more step then am off. Yeah, yeah, I know you don't have any clue on what the heck am talking about but I promise, soon... you'll see.. errr.. you'll hear from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, what a happy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5168152654824477481?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5168152654824477481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5168152654824477481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5168152654824477481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5168152654824477481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/03/redy.html' title='Redy'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2535944862730038390</id><published>2010-02-19T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T03:39:56.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>20s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;I'm a HUGE fan of films and I've decided to share these kick-ass ones that you should see, at least, before you die. Here's my top 20 (in no particular order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;br /&gt;No film could ever replace Nosferatu - the original vampire, except this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;How would you forget the nasty droogs? This film is one of the craziest shit I've ever seen and to my surprise, I heart it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Murder in the First&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the best movie that Kevin Bacon has ever been into. Scenes are very much realistic yet hard to absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Memento&lt;br /&gt;One of the movies that made me, at this point of time, think of having a short-term memory loss. Great elusive film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Y Tu Mama Tambien&lt;br /&gt;Never thought of how talented Mexicans are. This is a must-see joyride movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Goodfellas&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of crime films. If I could be somebody in my next life, I would want to be a girl Don or a member of powerful mobsters. Girl don eh? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boondock Saints (1999)&lt;br /&gt;People who aren't aware of MacManus twins doesn't have a life. Not to mention my all-time LOVE, Norman Reedus who stars this indie cult classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Run Lola Run&lt;br /&gt;Best indie film of all time, PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. American History X&lt;br /&gt;Very compelling and dramatic film. This would definitely change your beliefs in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;This, I believe, is the way to adapt a book to screen. The movie is full of hope and lessons in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;A classic hardboiled film. Tarantino never fails to create such masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Frankenstein (1994)&lt;br /&gt;Played by the amazing Robert DeNiro. Though critics say it was a bad film, I personally contest. Watch it yourself then you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Scarface&lt;br /&gt;Violence and profanity? Name it. But I tell you, this is powerful and shocking that you would never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Into the Wild&lt;br /&gt;Sean Penn directs this true to life film about Christopher McCandless, an American itinerant who died out of starvation. This was beautifully portrayed by Emile Hirsch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;This enchanting film was filled with soul which is very far from Tim Burton's bizarre creations. I'm not misleading you, no. I believe that the film itself was a package of creativity, talent and great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Synecdoche, New York&lt;br /&gt;This is such a rare and desirous film I've ever seen. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone's not aware that this do exist. Before watching this, I require you to be patient and considerate. You'll be amazed in the end, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels&lt;br /&gt;How will I describe this uber cool heist film of Guy Ritchie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;br /&gt;Three words: Simple yet powerful. And I still can't believe I'm actually adding more words than three; but yeah, Jack Nicholson - one of the GREAT actors of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Dog Day Out&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hilarious film that would blow your head - literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Alice in Wonderland (1951)&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favorite cartoon. Never felt any boredom watching this for like gazillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I wish I could add some more but you know me, am lazy as a cow to feed you everything. How about you? What's your fair share? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2535944862730038390?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2535944862730038390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2535944862730038390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2535944862730038390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2535944862730038390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/20s.html' title='20s'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7316245106457189425</id><published>2010-02-13T00:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:38:19.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Two Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. Yes, tomorrow will be but let me tell you what I know about this "special day" (for majority, I guess) or maybe not. Who cares? I wonder what made it special since everyone of us can or may give our special someone a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates almost everyday. I myself find it ridiculous whenever I was asked who's my date on Valentine's, where to date on Valentine's, what's your present to him/her on Valentine's and everything. What I'm trying to say here and I tell you, I have nothing against Valentine's, is that there's nothing too extravagant to celebrate about every February 14. I do believe that one should give his/her unconditional love to someone everyday not thinking of depleting even just for a second. It's all about love. The thing that we should give everyday without any hesitation or restitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have something to share for the romantics, like me out there. This came from Shakespeare's masterpiece which I think if I finished reading, I would be utterly insane. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,&lt;br /&gt;All in the morning betime,&lt;br /&gt;And I a maid at your window,&lt;br /&gt;To be your Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,&lt;br /&gt;And dupp'd the chamber-door;&lt;br /&gt;Let in the maid, that out a maid&lt;br /&gt;Never departed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7316245106457189425?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7316245106457189425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7316245106457189425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7316245106457189425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7316245106457189425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-fourteen.html' title='Two Fourteen'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4538674506354875202</id><published>2010-02-08T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:11:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been an expert on reading people but what's funny is that whenever there's SOMEONE talking or saying bad things about me, I would know. Even if I was just quietly sitting in a corner and trying to be alone, awful things are coming and delivered to me. Just like that, no efforts at all, which I think is good. It helps me to be more careful and gave me the privilege whom to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently told by a friend that someone's backbiting me. It wasn't completely confirmed but a friend is so sure that it was me they're talking about. I clarified this by asking and I heard the same story twice. There... no doubts that this bimbo have some serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's irritating is that I treated this asshole as a friend. I don't totally yielded my trust though I found this person okay and true. Damn, I was dead wrong. This idiot's one of his co-idiots. I'm just thankful that I found out early before my awesomeness gets ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so be it. Say whatever you want to fucking say. I have nothing to do with this kind of shit. I actually pity this moron, it just made me realise what a filthy trash this douche was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hypocrite, you can go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4538674506354875202?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4538674506354875202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4538674506354875202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4538674506354875202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4538674506354875202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-face.html' title='Two Face'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8374130977671054352</id><published>2010-02-05T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:18:26.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just a Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are gifted, everybody's weak&lt;br /&gt;lots are brave, others were afraid&lt;br /&gt;tons of wishes, dreams disregarded&lt;br /&gt;they are hallowed, we are burning&lt;br /&gt;you are beautiful, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8374130977671054352?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8374130977671054352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8374130977671054352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8374130977671054352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8374130977671054352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-just-phase.html' title='It&apos;s Just a Phase'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-521077235709582585</id><published>2010-02-02T17:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:02:48.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigur Ros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Hastings'/><title type='text'>Look Who's Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T'was a Monday morning, not a very good day for me. There I was, completely quiet, trying to stay away from everyone else except with my precious songs at the computer. Again, it's not a very good day. It was all Candy's fault. If it wasn't for her know-it-all attitude, I'll be okay. Such a trying hard bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I focused my attention to my work. Tried diminishing those previous acts and let Sigur Ros and Joe Hastings rule my head. Suddenly, I received an e-mail from someone who think of himself as the most good looking person in the world, that every person even fags would drop down to their knees and suck his... whatever. Why the heck such a loser do exist? It's not a very good day. His email was loads of shit. I can't even understand myself why am I replying to this hideous wacko. Maybe because I want to also make fun of him then shut him out. And btw, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person, I know and it doesn't mean that you have the right to accuse me or even tell me WHO I AM. If there's something you want to say, say it or might as well keep it to yourself especially if you're not part of my world. Judge me all you can but have you recently examined yourself in the mirror? Think again manwhore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told you, it wasn't a very good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-521077235709582585?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/521077235709582585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=521077235709582585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/521077235709582585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/521077235709582585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-whos-talking.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Talking'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-793560111067848472</id><published>2010-02-01T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:18:45.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dracula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marlboro'/><title type='text'>You Knew Everything? WRONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of sharing some things that's really not important about me. *drum roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. CAN live a day without Marl. (yeah, yeah, laugh all you want but seriously, I can!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Vision is 75/115 and is myopic but doesn't have or wear any eyeglasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Allergic to seafoods and native chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sleeps soundly with crossed-legs. (such a freako!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wine lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bestfriends were films and books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Very very very very very impatient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Frustrated to learn and speak Français.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Believes in draculas and vampires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Bites her fingernails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-793560111067848472?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/793560111067848472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=793560111067848472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/793560111067848472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/793560111067848472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-knew-everything-wrong.html' title='You Knew Everything? WRONG!'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8639297900514554035</id><published>2010-01-29T14:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:32:24.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cirque du Freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlaine Harris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren Shan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bram Stoker'/><title type='text'>CDF: Vampire Assistant Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of dracula and vampire books like Stoker's, Rice's, Harris', Shan's and so on. I must say that Anne Rice was my favorite as she produced a very convincing and near-to-real myths about these interesting bloodsucking creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, me and my good friend Roch watched Cirque du Freak Vampire Assistant at the big screen. This film is an adaptation of Darren O'Shaughnessy's vampire book series. A total of 12 books have been published by this great author and Vampire Assistant was the second of those. Anyhoo, the story was like a fantasy-adventure of a teenager who later on well, became a bloodthirsty and stayed with numerous cool freaks you couldn't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was really excited as hell when I found out that Shan's books will be adapted for film. I've read the books way back and started reading them again last year... I'll be needing some refresher you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict? 5/10. Why? Well, I am a film critic and I hate myself for that. I always think that adaptation especially from books to movies should be done in less and not more. I don't believe in those views that in order to create a good film, one should add spices to it even if it's really not part of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why disappointed? The film is very far from the book, actors weren't good enough portraying the characters, bad effects and what hurts me most was that everything's been revealed in this first installment rather than giving people their enthusiasm to crave for more, which was in fact what made me a fan of these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here. I'm not giving false hopes or anything. Maybe if you haven't read the book, you might enjoy watching this despite the flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I learned that sometimes you should let a book be a book. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8639297900514554035?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8639297900514554035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8639297900514554035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8639297900514554035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8639297900514554035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/cdf-vampire-assistant-movie-review.html' title='CDF: Vampire Assistant Movie Review'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2552935716094228548</id><published>2010-01-06T12:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:31:50.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenbelt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krocodile Grill'/><title type='text'>Single Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ladies asked me out last night for a drink and chat. I said "yes" of course, they're two of my closest girlfriends in the world. Anyway, we decided to meet at Krocodile Grill in Greenbelt. I was quite aware that these ladies were both taken so I assumed that their loved ones will be there too. When we got there, we ordered then ate our dinner. Their "boys" arrived later that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking about our plans for this year, having a good time exchanging life experiences, our rants to our beloved companies etc. Suddenly, I realized that in this circle, I'm alone. One. Unmarried. Bachelorette. Unengaged. Single -- whatever you call it. I facetiously told'em that I wasn't supposed to be there, that it was a double date (which leads to a triple date when my friend's brother passed by with his date and have a drink for a moment). Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it a night around 11pm. I got home safe and sound but am confused with these mixed emotions of mine. It's not that serious you know but I can't help thinking, "Why am I single?" I know for a fact that there are some guys who have serious intentions, only, I'm not ready for it. There, I've answered my query.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez Pitz, it ain't that bad being single. Actually, it's a whole lot better than being attached. No heartaches, no quarrels, no worries! Besides, I already got what I wanted. Munchkin is ENOUGH for me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life or should I say, my single life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2552935716094228548?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2552935716094228548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2552935716094228548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2552935716094228548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2552935716094228548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/single-lady.html' title='Single Lady'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6118058507550185604</id><published>2010-01-05T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:35:52.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help myself writing my hot-from-the-oven experience. I admit, I got nervous the moment I handed over the script to the little person and worst when that person called my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I can't be an angel everyday. There are things and decisions in life that I have to make, be it good or bad, in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evilness is part of life. I wasn't promoting the trait, all am saying is use it wisely. I know it's morally wrong to be one but who knows? It might just save your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6118058507550185604?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6118058507550185604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6118058507550185604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6118058507550185604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6118058507550185604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/evil-act.html' title='Evil Act'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-9033810015730352953</id><published>2010-01-01T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:54:31.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01.01.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;First entry of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten delicious foods.&lt;br /&gt;Drank French wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sisters missing.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Xioms got cough and colds.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's still ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firecrackers are evanescing.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging while chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Night's on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor's music is Poker Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th half glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;Text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind's now blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy year of the tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-9033810015730352953?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/9033810015730352953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=9033810015730352953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/9033810015730352953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/9033810015730352953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/01012010.html' title='01.01.2010'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7156864727091894578</id><published>2009-12-31T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:39:18.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love burns brighter than sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice waking up and starting your day with &lt;em&gt;a lot like love&lt;/em&gt;? Nine hours or so before the new year starts and am excited what that would bring. Probably, another year older, Xioms will turn 3, meeting new people, falling in love, and so on. Sheesh, this blog's getting mushy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9 in the morning when Xioms went in to my room and woke me up. I promised last night that we'll have a coffee tomorrow. Yes, coffee's bad for kids and it was not literally coffee drinking! One of her god parents gave my kiddo a coffee/tea set toy present. Xioms wanted to open it at an instant but t'was already her bed time -- that's when I promised. One thing I learned is that you never make a promise that you can't keep or you'll feel bad and guilty. So we did had our coffee and enjoyed every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day seems ordinary though there's a big event to celebrate. Ordinary day at home is not ordinary at all and I don't know why I keep on saying the word ordinary. Anyway, mom's preparing for our feast later tonight and am looking forward to our dessert. We planned on buying Banapple or DQ's oreo ice cream cake. I know, i know... and I never hesitate to announce that am a DQ addict. So, what would be on our table tonight? Well, so far, am seeing some pata tim (Chinese delicacy), grilled  milkfish, marinated chicken, pasta, all sorts of fruits and chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing much to say, just a happy new year and enjoy the sunshine with your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7156864727091894578?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7156864727091894578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7156864727091894578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7156864727091894578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7156864727091894578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-burns-brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Love burns brighter than sunshine'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3390960101571600043</id><published>2009-12-23T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:05:13.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenbelt 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viatores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glorietta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><title type='text'>Viatores' Xmas 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My lovely Vs and I had our xmas dinner at Mr Jones, Greenbelt 5 recently. It was planned since we will be having a huge surprise for our good friend Keti. As you know, Keti went through a very tragic event (Ondoy) so we (Five, Karla, Bnx, F and me) decided to give her a little something that would help her start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we all arrived late as usual except for Five. hehe... Karla didn't make it as she needed to attend on to something really important. Food was all yummy in their huge servings. I was thrilled that they had chardonnay and yes, I ordered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After consuming all the carbos infront of us, we exchanged gifts. Then we handed Keti our presents! We were all excited to see Keti's reaction. She never cried though I felt she wanted to -- lots of people around, she can never afford to humuliate herself again in public. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's inside the bag? Well, Five and Bnx bought lots of stuff and I should commend those two - they performed a great job! Kets got everything, from head to toe AND it all fits perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We ended up waving goodbye as I needed to rush to Glorietta for the Avatar. I promised Achi that we'll watch this on 3D. Keti's in the night shift so she needed to go as well. F was like, "It's Midnight Madness for gawd's sake!" hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion, we had a blast. We always have. I love you ladies! Till our next Xmas Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SzeK6N8tflI/AAAAAAAAAWY/y9m3xYqSpYU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419953409345027666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SzeK6N8tflI/AAAAAAAAAWY/y9m3xYqSpYU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vs almost complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishing Pogi was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3390960101571600043?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3390960101571600043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3390960101571600043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3390960101571600043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3390960101571600043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/viatores-xmas-09.html' title='Viatores&apos; Xmas 09'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SzeK6N8tflI/AAAAAAAAAWY/y9m3xYqSpYU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4635773582428276948</id><published>2009-12-20T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:42:47.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaldereta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Goodbye For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always leave. That's one thing I believe in. It sounds negative but it isn't. A very recent example is about my good friend Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really that surprised when I found out about his migration to the US; actually, I felt happy for him. It's an opportunity that was not experienced by all. Plus, he waited many years for that, comes to a point of seizing his expectations but you know, some things are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he invited us (some of his good friends) to go and hang out with him for the very last time. We had dinner at his sister's home and I sure did enjoy the kaldereta. It was my favorite. I knew it was in the menu, t'was one of his sister's specialty. We were all bloated but the best thing is that we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part was saying goodbye. But looking on the bright side, we might bump on each other in the future. So I thought, "Goodbye for now and see you again soon my good friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4635773582428276948?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4635773582428276948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4635773582428276948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4635773582428276948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4635773582428276948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye For Now'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1548783451119848466</id><published>2009-12-13T23:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:28:28.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clockwork Orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Leaf'/><title type='text'>Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect myself staying in a company for almost five years. Apparently, I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I attended our company's Christmas party in Blue Leaf at Taguig. It was my fourth time to attend such an event with the same company. Our theme is Better Together and the funny thing is I went there all by me self. I have a very hectic schedule you know... lots of chores to do before I can go, relax and do whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my colleagues decided to achieve a group of instrumentalists or what we call the orchestra. I wasn't so sure if I can make it to the party then so I never joined but I do have a contingency plan though. What I planned was to wear my good old Docs, skinny jeans and a loose classy black top - I sounded like a real rockstar eh? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there oh so late, starving for food and some wine. Ate some pasta and some beef dish then went to find where the liquor is. Saw some group of crayolas, rockstars and vampires, pirates and toiletries, sweet white angels AND Clockwork Orange impersonators! Sheesh... my favorite droogs were there and I cannot believe that someone else in the company knows such great film! That made me happy as I remember "my Alex". hehe... Today's party was great. We never run out of alcohol and good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never won anything on the raffle but who cares? I'm happy and full and drunk. That's all that matters. Until next Christmas party and by that time, I'll be on the service awardee list! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS T'was my good friend Oliver's last Christmas party with us. He's leaving for the US. We will miss you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1548783451119848466?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1548783451119848466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1548783451119848466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1548783451119848466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1548783451119848466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/fourth.html' title='Fourth'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6863979063992545061</id><published>2009-12-09T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:23:58.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Munchkin's Vocabulary 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiomai is already 2 years and 5 months and yeah, she knew lots of words now. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a bath&lt;/strong&gt; - the former "ikat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comeer&lt;/strong&gt; - come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;les pyay&lt;/strong&gt; - let's play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dow want &lt;/strong&gt;- i don't want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more time&lt;/strong&gt; - means again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kitos&lt;/strong&gt; - mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pingcey&lt;/strong&gt; - Pitzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ustairs&lt;/strong&gt; - upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tabiber&lt;/strong&gt; - teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heeyam&lt;/strong&gt; - here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jamamas &lt;/strong&gt;- pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waymbow&lt;/strong&gt; - rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chichiya &lt;/strong&gt;- chichirya or chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choleyt&lt;/strong&gt; - chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She perfectly counts 1 to 10 in Spanish. Thank you Dora for that.&lt;br /&gt;A bit confused with &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mine &lt;/strong&gt;i.e., Barbie is mine toy. Mine only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot some of it.... you see, she's been good with words. She's like a parrot who copies everything you say so we, at home always watch our mouths with total care. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6863979063992545061?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6863979063992545061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6863979063992545061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6863979063992545061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6863979063992545061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/munchkins-vocabulary-2.html' title='Munchkin&apos;s Vocabulary 2'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2380444031005106354</id><published>2009-12-02T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:53:48.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Market Market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortal load'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Globe Telecom'/><title type='text'>Globe Telecom - Money Sucking Worthless Piece of Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I so fucking hate Globe right now especially their stupid moronic call center agents. The only reason I'm still keeping their sim card is because of my one year supply of Immortal load since I purchased a Modu phone. Once I no longer need their service, I'll get rid of their sim from my phone and gonna switch to another network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nov 26, I am expecting a load from them and haven't received anything that day. Usually, I receive the load early morning during Tuesdays and Thursdays. That was the set up. Actually, this is the second time I experienced not receiving the load on time (but mind you, this is the worst) so I called Globe's hotline that night. I explained my situation and was in the middle of the actual concern then I was cut off. So I had to call back again, get through the whole dialing process before I can actually speak to their agent. Every time I got in, they tediously ask for my mobile number, my name and my concern which I find quite stupid. I had to explain them from the beginning as if they didn't have notes from my previous calls. Upon addressing my concern for the second time, they put me on hold to gather some "data" and poofed! Line was cut AGAIN. Tried the third time, got in and before anything else, I told the operator to make sure I will not be disconnected because I've been calling them numerous times. On this third call, the agent told me to monitor it within the day and I was like, it's already 9:45PM, should I expect to receive it within this day? She said yes so I told her that you guys have 2 hours and 15 minutes left to work on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nov 27, I called again to tell them that I still haven't receive the load. They apologised and said they're going to file a report and the matter will be dealt with their support team, which I doubt if that team do exist, and the monitoring time is 3-5 days. It wasn't really okay for me, but I said fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nov 28, still no load so I called again to make sure someone is working on it. They told me the same old shitty spiel and added that they're putting my concern on top priority. Duh? Giving another false hope. What a dipshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nov 29, Nov 30 - still, nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dec 1, I received a load which is intended for this day. My load for the 26th of November - squadouche! So I was urged to call back again for the nth time. The agent was stating the old stupid shit to me. I was like, do you have any plans of giving me my load because if you don't I'll be returning back this fucking phone. That's one of the main reason I bought it and I was pissed beyond imagination so I asked for a supervisor. She told me that their supervisor was taking another call and will call me as soon he/she is done with it. Are you fucking kidding me? Here I am, full of rage and that's all you can say to me. I cursed and hung up. Good thing I was not there because if I was, I may have killed her. And guess what, I received a text from them saying "Globe Advisory: You have already received all of your free Immortaltxt for the Modu promo." What the hell? That night, still no load received, I went to Market Market's Globe hub. I was entertained yes; same old shit, yes; blah blah blah.. then they told me they're gonna call me tomorrow as they need to check on my account with Modu since it was "Modu's" side who's gonna answer all my concern. Hello? as if I wasn't using a Globe sim card. Now, they're blaming their ridiculous job to another. So I asked them if I can return the unit since it was only purchased last month and I'm not receiving the privelege that I should receive. I was told, I can... but there's no money back guarantee. Fucking unbelievable! Fuck you Globe, you're a big mistake! Such a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, and it's been a week, I still haven't received anything. I'm done calling them. I already look pathetic like begging for a lousy load. As soon as this one year free load is finished, I am switching to a different network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2380444031005106354?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2380444031005106354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2380444031005106354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2380444031005106354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2380444031005106354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/globe-telecom-money-sucking-worthless.html' title='Globe Telecom - Money Sucking Worthless Piece of Crap'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7837825533604656928</id><published>2009-12-02T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:04:39.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December Fuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's already December. We only have 23 days to go before Christmas. Still, I'm not so sure of what to feel - maybe because I had a bad week. Anyway, the whole point of me logging in here is to rant and rave about something but I won't right now since this was my first post for December. hehe.... Oh well, my page title says it all, not on the first word though. It's a metaphoric paradox thingy you know... whatever. I better be doing my draft or my angry momentum will fade. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey btw, let me be the first to greet you all a Happy early Xmas! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7837825533604656928?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7837825533604656928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7837825533604656928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7837825533604656928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7837825533604656928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-fuss.html' title='December Fuss'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-252056300993164147</id><published>2009-11-29T11:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:49:33.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viatores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badings'/><title type='text'>Kerengkeng Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was Louie's birthday! Our most kerengkeng friend ever. hehe... She usually gets mad whenever we say that especially with me and I don't understand why - am totally clueless and naive. Maybe she's some sort of jealous with my real beauty. Haha.. Anyway, we celebrated it at her own home and we sure had a blast! We were a bit sad though because it was Chie's last 2 days here in Manila. Reality bites! But of course we never showed that to her. We want her to remember every happy things happened during her stay. Memories are treasured forever, remember? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt53KuOhnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8Wq6fDbV4Wo/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412053365893793394" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt53KuOhnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8Wq6fDbV4Wo/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five aka Kerengkeng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So where was I? Oh about the birthday. So, we feast on yummy foodies (esp Pogi who's really crying for more Bopis) and we drained ourselves with alcohol. I admit I'm a bit tipsy eh but I'm not drunk; I've never been drunk when I'm out of my place, I better kill myself than doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the party, we felt like we're being chased by paparazzis. Flashing lights left and right. hehe... Hey, I'm not saying I'm gonna post all the pics here; just my favorite ones, okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt6bUHtJWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LpWITWY34NM/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412053986891867490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt6bUHtJWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LpWITWY34NM/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Badings almost complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt7DInQLWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XbOmZ6RuXyY/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412054670997728610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt7DInQLWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XbOmZ6RuXyY/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Badings minus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt6MrKaGxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6vYNDb9sYOQ/s1600-h/bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412053735379180306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt6MrKaGxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6vYNDb9sYOQ/s320/bike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Pipi and Bingi &lt;-- fav pic of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home past 5 in the morning. Imagine that. I felt like a humongous egoistic alcoholic mom. Haha... Well, that ain't true. This was like a once in a lifetime event, so I made the most out of it.. besides, Xioms was sure asleep when I left her with her Mommy Lola. Being with your lovely Viatores and through-thick-and-thin Badings in a night -- really worth it! I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Happy Birthday again Louie, Rose, Rosa, Cinco, Five, Madam Rosa, Alligator, Kerengkeng! I'm pretty sure you had a great time more than I do. Lablab *__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-252056300993164147?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/252056300993164147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=252056300993164147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/252056300993164147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/252056300993164147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/kerengkeng-day.html' title='Kerengkeng Day'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt53KuOhnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8Wq6fDbV4Wo/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-285326131613554979</id><published>2009-11-22T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:08:26.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Training Day ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I lost counting. Anyway, this week is about London templates. Though I'm quite confused where am I right now, I still prepare myself everyday with what the future holds. So I tried very hard to feel and accept this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll start on believing with these words - "Patience is a virtue." You know exactly this is one of the qualities I lack but you know, I've changed. Don't want to elaborate on that, you'll just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. I've got some assignments that I needed to work on. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-285326131613554979?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/285326131613554979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=285326131613554979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/285326131613554979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/285326131613554979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/training-day.html' title='Training Day ?'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7274661674115069960</id><published>2009-11-21T02:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:30:14.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jupiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Movie and KTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my droogs and I went out for a movie and KTV. We have planned this since Chie arrived from Dubai. Watched the New Moon and I tell you, it's just a waste of money. Movie was really boring with all the talkings and very long phasing but what made it interesting is when the wolves and vampires show off their yummy bodies. I myself drool over Taylor Lautner's sexy abs though i still prefer Rob's since I'm not really into those hulky guys. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after the movie we went to a KTV bar somewhere in Jupiter Makati and realised that watching New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; was actually a bad idea. I warn you, don't watch New Moon... you'll totally crave for food. hehe... As we went inside the room, we immediately ordered and as soon as the food was placed in the table -- man, this was really embarrassing -- it was like a swoosh and the food was totally wiped out. Oh, of course the sizzling sisig was still there. We mind touching it since the waiter haven't served us the utensils. Imagine hungry scavengers -- that's what we are! What's funny is that when the waiter returned for our utensils, he was so shocked and couldn't believe that it's only a matter of 5 minutes and we start ordering some food again. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a great time. It was once in a lifetime that we, the Badings, hang out almost complete. We ended up at Starbucks to sip some coffee and laugh out all the things that happened that day. Love you guys. Cheers for our neverending friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt_OWHr29I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b_43aG12NLk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412059261648493522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt_OWHr29I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b_43aG12NLk/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Badings minus 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishing Yatz was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7274661674115069960?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7274661674115069960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7274661674115069960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7274661674115069960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7274661674115069960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-and-ktv.html' title='Movie and KTV'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sxt_OWHr29I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b_43aG12NLk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-119444617992801565</id><published>2009-11-15T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T04:02:36.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Inn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mom's Sweet 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Mom recently turned 60. It's been our plan to celebrate it fabulously so we stayed in Holiday Inn like tourists for 4 days and 3 nights. =) T'was a bit expensive, yeah but that was nothing compared to the extreme happiness being with your loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SwbXX3vroII/AAAAAAAAAVY/EgpWgQ6nyUI/s1600/mama+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245207805763714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SwbXX3vroII/AAAAAAAAAVY/EgpWgQ6nyUI/s320/mama+(2).jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;My mom was always there for me and my sisters that's why she deserves to be the "queen" on this very special day of hers. Anyway, we had a blast and we look forward for her 61st! I wish her to blow more candles and slice lots of cakes in the future. Happy birthday Mom and I love you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-119444617992801565?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/119444617992801565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=119444617992801565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/119444617992801565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/119444617992801565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/moms-sweet-60.html' title='Mom&apos;s Sweet 60'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SwbXX3vroII/AAAAAAAAAVY/EgpWgQ6nyUI/s72-c/mama+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-976847162898137156</id><published>2009-11-13T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:45:45.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeney Todd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ticketworld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repertory Philippines'/><title type='text'>Repertory Philippines' Sweeney Todd Musical Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Attended this production with Cha, Kets and Chie and sure it was awesome. Watching it on its first showing and having a free ticket is like winning the jackpot at lottery. I felt so damn lucky! I commend Menchu Lauchengco-Yulo's potrayal of Mrs. Lovett -- it's a role to kill for and she made an outstanding performance. Though Audie Gemora is not as handsome as Johnny Depp, I guess being a veteran theatre performer is a perfect choice for Philippines' Benjamin Barker/Sweeney Todd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys should see it. It's one of my favorite dark musical play. I assure you that it's worth every penny. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sweeney Todd" play dates are from November 14 to December 13, 2009 with additional matinees on Saturdays and Sundays at Onstage, 2/F Greenbelt 1, Ayala Center Makati City. For ticket inquiries and other information, call Repertory Philippines at 8870710, 8880887 of Ticketworld at 8919999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS thanks Kets for inviting me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-976847162898137156?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/976847162898137156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=976847162898137156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/976847162898137156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/976847162898137156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/repertory-philippines-sweeney-todd.html' title='Repertory Philippines&apos; Sweeney Todd Musical Play'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2866043859968605342</id><published>2009-11-09T02:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:50:20.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badings'/><title type='text'>Chie's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time really flies so fast. Though it was only for a vacation, I'm glad that we're able to meet Chie again. You can't tell how much we missed her though it was like yesterday when she left for work abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to her place, reminisced all afternoon, talked about what we've been through and what we're up to, laughed, pigged out, had coffee - name it. We had a great time and upon leaving, we promised that we will meet again soon. A day isn't really enough with all our stories, especially for Melo. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SwbCkwa00HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yZGUGGEWmJQ/s1600/chie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406222339433353330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SwbCkwa00HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yZGUGGEWmJQ/s320/chie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 minus 1 Badings at Starbucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How I wish that Yatz was also here, that will make the Badings complete. Anyhoo, there's always next time. Lotsa lotsa time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you Badings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2866043859968605342?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2866043859968605342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2866043859968605342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2866043859968605342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2866043859968605342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/chies-back.html' title='Chie&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SwbCkwa00HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yZGUGGEWmJQ/s72-c/chie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8117009826557554825</id><published>2009-11-08T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:34:03.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just watched a classic movie called "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" then felt the need of a Marl. Puffed and inhaled the freaking smoke as my mind ponders on Mr. Nicholson's death on the film and tries to remember why the director had come up of such title. Saw this fav flick of mine for.. i dunno 100 times, but hell, still asking the same questions after. Suddenly realised what a brilliant man Milos Forman was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gas range downstairs then enters like a bullet in my mind. Did I closed it or just left it as it is? Finished the cigar while looking directly at my favorite star -- he's not there again. For christ sake, move away you stupid cloud. Closed the gate and have it locked, waste 5 minutes in doing so... damn those fucking precious lock. Went inside my room, dropped the handy Cricket, checked on my celphone - still isn't fully charged. Stormed out of the room, walked down the stairs, double-checked on the range - yeah, it's closed. Climb up 15 steps, went inside the room, felt a little dumb, sipped on a water in a Moo plastic cup above my dresser then checked again on my celphone - still not fully-charged! Thought of blogging of what just happened to stay awake. Grabbed the laptop beside my bed, turned it on - one.. two... 11 fucking minutes, shoot how much longer? Opened the Word, typed up what needed to be typed, eyes start to itch but ignored it. Got tired of thinking, don't have any clue what else to type... unaware, now scratching the right half-closed eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Published this piece of crap, turned the computer off, picked up the not-fully-charged celphone, turned on the alarm - i only got less than 3 hours to sleep. Fine. Laid down on bed, fingers feeling numb then finally I stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8117009826557554825?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8117009826557554825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8117009826557554825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8117009826557554825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8117009826557554825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/stopped.html' title='Stopped'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3797549296076668002</id><published>2009-10-25T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:11:14.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and it feels so good! Indeed, yes. I'm so happy that finally, we met face-to-face though we always chat and text -- it's still different you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I went out with Laine, a very good friend of mine who's working in Dubai. It's been 10 years or so since we last saw each other so we did a lot of cathing up about our own lives. First stop, dinner at Outback. We pigged out as if it was our last meal. hehe.. Anyway, our convo just didn't end there. We went to Starbucks, our second stop, and continued our chat. She told me the things that she had gone through during her application at Emirates, everything about her family and her plans for the future. She always say that she's very lucky and up until now, she couldn't believe that things are happening all in a good way. So I slapped her. haha... did not, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, we became friends during our Dunkin and KR days. We worked as crewmates and even though I've decided to choose another path, we remain good friends. I can say that Laine was one of my trusted friends. She knew almost everything about me, esp my fraudulent acts and I'm thankful that until now, I've never been caught. Hah! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We ended up in the cinema. We watched 500 Days of Summer and sure, we did enjoy the film. The hardest part is saying goodbye. As much as we want to not end the day, well, we have our own priorities in life and for sure we have lots of days to do anything we want. So goodbye for now and see you again soon! Alabyu dear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Swa_UM-OWjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qS-e3_gUmP4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406218756505360946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Swa_UM-OWjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qS-e3_gUmP4/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS Thank you Laine for the pasalubongs! Did I ever say that I sooo love the wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo, P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3797549296076668002?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3797549296076668002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3797549296076668002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3797549296076668002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3797549296076668002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/reunited.html' title='Reunited...'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Swa_UM-OWjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qS-e3_gUmP4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1520162881869077068</id><published>2009-10-21T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:20:32.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Training Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, indeed and I have to mark it. I need to know if I'm learning something though I feel like I'm a complete moron doing this. Anyhoo, what's in it for me not to? Besides, I'm gonna skip listening to those fucking conference calls from London plus I'm gonna learn something from it (hopefully). MacPac for today so I better be going. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo, P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1520162881869077068?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1520162881869077068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1520162881869077068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1520162881869077068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1520162881869077068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/training-day-1.html' title='Training Day 1'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4707550362883780644</id><published>2009-10-18T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:37:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/StrgavvTjbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uML8QtLObjg/s1600-h/Francoise+Nielly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393870253825691058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/StrgavvTjbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uML8QtLObjg/s320/Francoise+Nielly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love this art of Francoise Nielly -- it's incredible. She's one of my fav aside from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jkpotter.com/"&gt;JK Potter&lt;/a&gt;. On her &lt;a href="http://www.francoise-nielly.com/"&gt;homepage&lt;/a&gt;, she shows in a video how her pictures evolved.... pretty impressive! Go check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo, P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4707550362883780644?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4707550362883780644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4707550362883780644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4707550362883780644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4707550362883780644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-love-of-art.html' title='For the Love of Art'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/StrgavvTjbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uML8QtLObjg/s72-c/Francoise+Nielly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2333818717127502402</id><published>2009-10-18T16:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:53:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... a while since I last posted. Been very busy you know. Well, a lot of things happened in the past 2 months??? Wait what?! I haven't posted anything for the last 2 months? Oh well... blame it on Ebay! When I was in the grave yard shift, i never knew any websites aside from Facebook, Twitter and Ebay. That's where my life revolves in the past couple of months. I've even been convicted as an addict -- addicted to Ebay but I proved them all wrong. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aside from Ebay, typhoon striked my beloved country and left a disastrous flood which killed lots of people. Up until now, though it's been 2 weeks or so, fellow Filipinos in grieving for their own loss; may it be a person, an animal or belongings. I, myself have a friend who experienced this; she's still suffering from that traumatic event. I felt so lucky that my family and I were safe in those times. For me, that's a perfect example of loving and treasuring your own life. Being thankful, I patiently help my friend, contacting all others who can help -- that's what friends do right? I had a chance to visit her after all the incident had happened. I never believed in natural disasters and all those shit but when I came across the place where the flood reached its high, I was shocked, really shocked. I even remembered the movie I Am Legend. It was total dark and you will never see any signs of people living there anymore, I guess some are still there but I've never seen one since there was no electricity. Cars and garbage sits on each side of the road; cars covered in mud -- these were the cars floating on that day of the incident. It was like an abandoned place... no, more like being quarantined, and any moment later zombies will appear. Yay! It was the scariest place I've ever been to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We finally arived.. alive at the place where my friend and her family stays. I can feel their sadness and compassion but I really am happy that there's hope. I don't know but Filipinos are like this - it's easy for us to accept things and finally move on; those are just material things anyway, what's more important is we are still breathing so thank you God for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I'm even more alert and I finally found the time to watch local news. There's this report that 4 more typhoons are coming to hit us, I'm pretty sure that we are ready by then. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS I confess, I'm an addict... but not to Ebay! I am to Twitter. So give me a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/pitzcamba"&gt;tweet&lt;/a&gt;! Tweets may somehow help us with what's happening to the world. Until then, be all safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo, P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2333818717127502402?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2333818717127502402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2333818717127502402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2333818717127502402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2333818717127502402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been.html' title='It&apos;s been...'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8733408097297101917</id><published>2009-07-27T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:18:58.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polu Kai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Spaghetti House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timezone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26'/><title type='text'>Exhaustion = Happiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Thursday and Friday morning.&lt;/strong&gt; I am widely awake 30 hours or so before my birthday. It's Friday when I had a nice dinner at Old Spaghetti House with Sissy and Partner. Yep, t'was a pre-celebration. It's been discussed and approved long time ago that we should at least meet, chat and dine during our birthdays -- so yeah. I brought Xioms with me and fortunately, Kets brought Lana. After munching, we went to Timezone for the kids to enjoy. Restaurants are pretty boring for them, is it not? We then went home by 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2klNJaQuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/c0D1oBlAk84/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363123690359374562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2klNJaQuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/c0D1oBlAk84/s320/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;with sissy and partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2kOniM_qI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8PKVrhx_iG8/s1600-h/ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363123302305693346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2kOniM_qI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8PKVrhx_iG8/s320/ww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thumbs up with Munchkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night.&lt;/strong&gt; 11pm and still I'm walking around at home like a zombie picking up Xioms' stuff and cleaning. I know I haven't been sleeping or at least resting since I went home Friday morning (from work, Thursday evening). I just feel I needed to clear things up very badly before I go to bed. I even managed to change my stat at Facebook before actually dozing! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next morning, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; Xioms woke me up and I was clearly familiar that it is my 26th year of existence. I just can't believe I made it that far, so thank you Father. Anyway, I don't have any huge plan for that special day. I just want to celebrate it with my munchkin, family and some trusted friends. Xioms was singing a happy birthday song and thought it was her birthday.... again! hehe... We went downstairs to fill up our empty stomach. Mom and Achi was there and they both greeted me. Achi handed me some monies for my hairspa treatment. I was like wow, this was getting better! =) By lunch time, my family and I feast on Mom's famous fried chix and my Fusilli specialty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late afternoon, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; Did I told you that that day was a very tiring one? Anyhow, my droogs planned a birthday party for me. I decided to do it in Polu Kai for them to experience some good affordable cocktails. I was quite excited because this will be the time that we'll all meet again. It's been like 5 or 6 months since we last met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Smxdy99AYnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z3bGRw7Nci8/s1600-h/Pitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362764386496701042" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Smxdy99AYnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z3bGRw7Nci8/s320/Pitz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pogi made this artistic invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SmxUWHd7iUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tvMgYIxnKxM/s1600-h/P"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2kAx8YK6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9eCfCK64lT0/s1600-h/www.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363123064581663650" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2kAx8YK6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9eCfCK64lT0/s320/www.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;blowing of candle with my mini P cake by Martha's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday morning.&lt;/strong&gt; We had a blast and fortunately, the party didn't end there. We went to WG Diner in Makati Ave for the extended occassion. We were caught by the rain but we can't resist the amber fluid that we're seeing on our table so we stayed, drink, chat, laugh, drink, eat, drink, laugh, drink again and again and again. We went home 3am the next morning.... happy ang fulfilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt; I am glad I have shared and enjoyed this important day with my loved ones despite of my strength and energy and stamina and and and... hehe.. Looking forward to another year of happiness, completeness and prettiness of course! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS thanks guys for your fabolous gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8733408097297101917?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8733408097297101917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8733408097297101917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8733408097297101917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8733408097297101917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/07/exhaustion-happiness.html' title='Exhaustion = Happiness!'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sm2klNJaQuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/c0D1oBlAk84/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6138688225464562358</id><published>2009-07-25T03:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:24:26.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qoute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26'/><title type='text'>26th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't surprised waking up one day finding myself in this age. All the adventures that I've been through... nah! I'm always in a state of awareness that I will grow up and get old gracefully... I hope! I remember a quote that I read somewhere: &lt;em&gt;Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.&lt;/em&gt; True, in the sense that not all of us grow up even if we are the the oldest living person in the world. I myself don't know if I'm a grown up person. I sometimes found myself confused of things but accept them as it was and never regret every inch of it. I do believe that I will not be the way I am now if I never felt all the things that you can imagine a person can feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I only had a list, it will be a long one since there's a lot of people I wanted to thank my life for. I won't elaborate them here but am sure they know who they are. I am very lucky having Xiomai in my life -- she's the best gift ever! Everyday is turning out great with her beside me. I am learning things.. things you'll never thought of learning; patience (for example), one of the attitudes that I lack is quite improving. She's the one who thought me to fight not just because you have an enemy but fight because you believe there's something or someone's worth fighting for. She thought me to love unconditionally regardless of tears and explicatives... things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not hoping for a car or a house on this special day of mine... though if it's all been given, why not??? =) rather I am hoping for more happiness and long life for me to witness my kiddo growing up. I would be a hypocrite if I say that my life's perfect but I am blessed that it's almost -- having an understanding and supportive family, true and trusted friends and best of all an angel who gives a reason for my daily survival. I love you all and happy birthday to mi self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6138688225464562358?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6138688225464562358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6138688225464562358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6138688225464562358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6138688225464562358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/07/26th.html' title='26th'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8091504082345159390</id><published>2009-07-12T22:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:49:23.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polu Kai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serendra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Munchkin's 2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;July 9, 2007 when I gave birth to an angel who changed my life completely. I wasn't ready that time but I should say, I am coping up. =) It feels like it was just yesterday. It's strange how time flies soooo fast. My munchkin is now 2 years old -- "the terrible two" as what they always say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have planned for a lunch or dinner out with my family on her special day but you know... not all of our schedules matched so I decided to held it on the 11th. It wasn't that grand -- oh come on I'm not into that! As long as am with my family and some good friends (with good food of course), I'm fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom won't let Xioms' REAL birthday pass without anything. So she bought a Barney (Xiomai's love of her life) cake and cooked pansit puti and some fried chix to feast for our lunch last July 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloNAwo1UOI/AAAAAAAAASs/LH2y7f6sgi4/s1600-h/xiomai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357609013417955554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloNAwo1UOI/AAAAAAAAASs/LH2y7f6sgi4/s320/xiomai1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Munchkin wasn't really feeling well that day, she had measles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloM92x_0MI/AAAAAAAAASk/xoBNP3-gfTM/s1600-h/xiomai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357608963527397570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloM92x_0MI/AAAAAAAAASk/xoBNP3-gfTM/s320/xiomai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But of course she felt good when she saw Barney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;June 11th. We had our lunch at Polu Kai - an American/Hawaian Restaurant in Serendra. The food was good and the service was even better! We enjoyed dining here not to mention their 50% off cocktails. I got tipsy because I tried all of their liqueurs -- STILL, frozen margarita was my fav! Luckily, mom didn't bother bringing Xiomai home. Thank you mom and I love you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloMvlWhojI/AAAAAAAAASc/VvSmzfMwJSk/s1600-h/xiomai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357608718330602034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloMvlWhojI/AAAAAAAAASc/VvSmzfMwJSk/s320/xiomai3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My happy family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloMse1-utI/AAAAAAAAASU/nudMQCofJ7E/s1600-h/xiomai4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357608665043876562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloMse1-utI/AAAAAAAAASU/nudMQCofJ7E/s320/xiomai4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The blowing AGAIN of candles. Yep, Xioms was quite afraid of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloMlpsCQkI/AAAAAAAAASE/nELjnSrCZx4/s1600-h/xiomai5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357608547695870530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloMlpsCQkI/AAAAAAAAASE/nELjnSrCZx4/s320/xiomai5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And was never afraid of sweets! Yummy cupcakes are from Martha's btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there. Even though Munchkin doesn't appreciate things like this by now, I am positive that she will in the coming years. Happy 2nd Birthday my angel. Mama LOVES you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8091504082345159390?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8091504082345159390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8091504082345159390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8091504082345159390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8091504082345159390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchkins-2nd.html' title='Munchkin&apos;s 2nd'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SloNAwo1UOI/AAAAAAAAASs/LH2y7f6sgi4/s72-c/xiomai1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5826037113594267676</id><published>2009-07-06T04:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:35:13.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitseleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was actually a busy day when my good friend Karla send me this mushy song. I have heard it long long time ago and I hate it. I hate it because it is disgustingly beautiful. I dunno if I can relate to this but Karla insists that I do. Oh well, whatever it is... I've never been bitter and I have &lt;strong&gt;no regrets&lt;/strong&gt; with my past. I'm happy that Elliot picked this title as it rhymes my name. It felt like it was made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitseleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll tell you why I don't want to know where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a joke I've been dying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The silent kid is looking down the barrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To make the noise that I kept so quiet&lt;br /&gt;I kept it from you, Pitseleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not what's missing from your life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could never be the puzzle pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say that god makes problems just to see what you can stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you do as the devil pleases&lt;br /&gt;And give up the thing you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But no one deserves it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I saw you, I knew it would never last&lt;br /&gt;I'm not half what I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry, I don't think it'll ever pass&lt;br /&gt;And I was bad news for you, just because&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5826037113594267676?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5826037113594267676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5826037113594267676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5826037113594267676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5826037113594267676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/07/pitseleh.html' title='Pitseleh'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8226422410650676716</id><published>2009-06-30T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:28:57.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Vampirism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's my first night of being a vampire.... again. I'm not happy about it but looking on the bright side, my long wait is finally over. Am happy that I improved this year.  It seems that all my efforts are commended and recognized.  Chiching for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh... am totally blank!  I can't find my thoughts and I've really got nothing to say. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three months? That would only be three days... I hope. Happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-8226422410650676716?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8226422410650676716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=8226422410650676716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8226422410650676716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/8226422410650676716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/06/experiencing-vampirism.html' title='Experiencing Vampirism'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5924219825061845715</id><published>2009-06-21T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:46:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreplaceable Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally finished reading the Cirque du Freak Saga. I have to say pareng Shan did an amazing job. I was actually craving for more but I'm afraid every book has its own ending. I just can't wait to see it on film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking on the bright side, I'll be able to continue the Slaughterhouse-Five and The Man Without a Country. Lolo Bonks was actually pissed saying that I have already replaced Kurt. hehe.. You're quite wrong with that lolo, I've always been in love with his senseful quotes... and his looks of course. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5924219825061845715?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5924219825061845715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5924219825061845715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5924219825061845715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5924219825061845715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finally-finished-reading-cirque-du.html' title='Irreplaceable Love'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7794812659125541049</id><published>2009-06-16T17:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:39:07.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darren Shan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Little People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It wasn't my intention to write but I really can't help myself besides there's not much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was on the 9th book of Darren Shan's Saga. It was pretty obvious that I was really hooked. If there's a possibility of reading the 12 books in a night, I would! I kind of love fast-paced, spooky and vampiric type of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, there was this character in the book that I found so special and I realized that it's my favorite. =) The name was Harkat Mulds and he was one of the little people. He was actually a ghost who asked Desmod Tiny (the annoying asshole who creates the Little People) to bring him back to life. It was possible but there are some consequences. When back to life, he will be totally clueless of his past and his appearance won't be the same again. The feature as I read the book was a short stitched face and body (imagine Frankenstein) with two large green eyes having no eyelids. He has no hair, no nose, no ears present and was wearing a mask to cover his mouth. He wears a blue hooded robes to cover his greyish skin and he doesn't speak at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was later announced that Harkat has ears and it was stitched under his large green eyes. He also speaks and the mask he's wearing was specially made for them as a protection. He will die if he breathes the air for 12 or 13 hours straight... I think? Anyway, he has sharp yellowish teeth and can eat almost anything. He doesn't have taste buds so everything tastes the same. He hardly sleeps but it's fine and when he do, he sleeps with his eyes wide open. How weird is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What made this character special is that it was really original. I haven't imagine such a creature like that but it exist in Darren O'Shaughnessy's book. I have a feeling that Harkat is one of the heroes though he was only like a sidekick to the boy named Darren Shan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So that was it. Still haven't got work to do... meaning -- time to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7794812659125541049?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7794812659125541049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7794812659125541049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7794812659125541049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7794812659125541049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-people.html' title='Little People'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4104447545801079752</id><published>2009-06-01T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:42:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;July is very near and I only have a month to go then I'll be a vampire again.... at least not a vampaneze. Anyway, I've been longing to be in the GY shift and it was absolutely my favorite shift of all. No bosses around (well, at least one or two), I can wear whatever I want meaning no business attire bullshit and everything seems peaceful and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the contrary, sleepless days will be on by that time. Imagine arriving home and Xioms was already up and alive? Wooohooo... well, cest la vie! We have to be flexible sometimes and am thankful it's already rainy season. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I'll just be looking forward on that and make things more easy then. I better start doing my agenda. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4104447545801079752?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4104447545801079752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4104447545801079752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4104447545801079752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4104447545801079752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/06/month-to-go.html' title='A Month To Go'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3575062942079915643</id><published>2009-05-31T13:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:04:00.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Munchkin's Vocabulary 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were supposed to teach our kids to speak but to my surprise, me and my family at home learned so much from Xiomai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninin&lt;/strong&gt; - milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eths &lt;/strong&gt;- (sounds like S) meaning to sleep or nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arney &lt;/strong&gt;- Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pits &lt;/strong&gt;- pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pilet &lt;/strong&gt;- Piglet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theddy &lt;/strong&gt;- teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er ries &lt;/strong&gt;- Mr. Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi hi haus &lt;/strong&gt;- Mickey Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cokowtch &lt;/strong&gt;- cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erm &lt;/strong&gt;- worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya-eeh &lt;/strong&gt;- yuckie or yuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hanchba &lt;/strong&gt;- Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yight &lt;/strong&gt;- light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;le go &lt;/strong&gt;- let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sta&lt;/strong&gt; - stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papa &lt;/strong&gt;- eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeyi is &lt;/strong&gt;- jelly ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joos &lt;/strong&gt;- juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nonot &lt;/strong&gt;- pacifier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninaw &lt;/strong&gt;- ninang/ninong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ey &lt;/strong&gt;- play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opis &lt;/strong&gt;- office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arket &lt;/strong&gt;- Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wice &lt;/strong&gt;- rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;su &lt;/strong&gt;- soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ay seam&lt;/strong&gt; - ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyk &lt;/strong&gt;- cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haaa dohhh &lt;/strong&gt;- hotdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eeken &lt;/strong&gt;- chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eezard &lt;/strong&gt;- lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bodart &lt;/strong&gt;- Bogart (our dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pity &lt;/strong&gt;- pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sowi &lt;/strong&gt;- sorry i.e., "Sowi Mama, sowi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayayu &lt;/strong&gt;- I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uhn nite &lt;/strong&gt;- good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moning &lt;/strong&gt;- good morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyow &lt;/strong&gt;- hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shush &lt;/strong&gt;- shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ippers &lt;/strong&gt;- slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pope pis &lt;/strong&gt;- poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wats &lt;/strong&gt;- watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyeth &lt;/strong&gt;- eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nus &lt;/strong&gt;- nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;- hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hans &lt;/strong&gt;- hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iyi iyi&lt;/strong&gt; - armpit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pipi&lt;/strong&gt; - flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didi&lt;/strong&gt; - boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aths&lt;/strong&gt; - ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sower &lt;/strong&gt;- shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ikat &lt;/strong&gt;- take a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tahhwel &lt;/strong&gt;- towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuths &lt;/strong&gt;- nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mahhhneeee &lt;/strong&gt;- money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poo poo &lt;/strong&gt;- take a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wee wee &lt;/strong&gt;- urinate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Acts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you ask her name - she's like "ay nim iths ..mara yel yenyo" - my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you say count - she's like "two, tee, thix"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you ask where's the worm or the cockroach - she'll do this kiccckk sound while making a split line over her neck... which means it's dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary eyes&lt;/strong&gt; - rolling of eyeballs, more like what The Undertaker was doing just before the wrestling match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny face&lt;/strong&gt; - makes fun of her face like pinching her cheeks or poking her tongue out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devil laugh&lt;/strong&gt; - she's like "muhahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't remember all but hey, am still learning you know! Kids may be bossy sometimes. Will post some more in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3575062942079915643?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3575062942079915643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3575062942079915643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3575062942079915643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3575062942079915643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/05/munchkins-vocabulary-1.html' title='Munchkin&apos;s Vocabulary 1'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1845013938244373605</id><published>2009-05-31T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:39:11.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Should I Stay or Should I Go'/><title type='text'>SIS or SIG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since lolo is bossing me around to come up with this, I'm now writing and... I've been bullied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the answer is &lt;strong&gt;YES, I went&lt;/strong&gt;. It was only a short travel and the place plus food was a bit okay (when I say "a bit" that means, not really). So when we got there, I immediately checked the room and good thing it was airconditioned. What really made my day was the bathroom with an exhaust fan... thank goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was never in my plan to swim so I didn't even bother to bring stuff for those. I don't even plan to associate with the earthlings because the reason why I'm here is I want to relax and do nothing... and so I stayed in the room most of the time. I brought my book btw and some chips that I can munch whenever I feel the boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I was thankful though because Missy was there who is very passive and didn't expressed any complaints with my world. We had our pics taken, wandered the cheap looking resort and had some girl talk. I found this girl full of sense but she's the war-freak type. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, am so happy I made a friend in this event. I'm not really sure to say that I enjoyed this shit but one thing for sure, I peceived and have seen lots of bitches and whores' demeanor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS If you're wondering what happened to the person am referring to my previous post; well, he's still a douchebag (that'll never change) who is really NOTHING to this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1845013938244373605?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1845013938244373605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1845013938244373605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1845013938244373605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1845013938244373605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/05/sis-or-sig.html' title='SIS or SIG?'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4972881808605799239</id><published>2009-05-12T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:37:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Darren Shan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been awhile since I last posted. I was so busy this past few days... busy of work, my kid and searching for books. Last week, I finally found the time to start reading Darren Shan's saga (and I still got unfinished slaughterhouse-five, clockwork orange and a man without a country by my side). My department had a teambuilding at Laguna and I was able to come. I brought this first book of the saga and read it the whole time I was there. I got hooked with the book's characters and indeed t'was so fast-paced that you'll end up craving for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was Tuesday night I think when I went to Fullybooked to grab the second and the third one. I was about to get disappointed when I can't find the third of the saga. I rushed to the customer service to ask for a copy of it. They called each of their branches here in Metro Manila and lucky me, they have one at Rockwell so I immediately signed for reservation. I went straight to the cashier, paid for the second book and rush out of the bookstore. I was surprised when I got outside... it was raining cats and dogs! I felt happy inside out although I needed to get really angry because (1) I don't have any jacket or umbrella; (2) my bag was like a cloth and even if I slid my precious book in there, it will still get soaked; and (3) I see no cabs around and even if there was, I've got loads of adversary. So I decided to go find a coffee shop, order a coffee and read the book I just bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sgj_3lmMt7I/AAAAAAAAARc/Zns5dr62U1A/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334795089070569394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sgj_3lmMt7I/AAAAAAAAARc/Zns5dr62U1A/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee Bean was near the bookstore so I went there. I ordered for a hot latte and sit outside to have a smoke as well. I didn't actually noticed the time as am enjoying reading while am actually hearing and seeing the rain pouring. When I checked my watch it's already freakin' 12mn. Deeeeemmmnnn! I've been here for 4 hours! And so I hurried home. Good thing I hailed for a cab easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I got home, I noticed that am just maybe 30 pages or so away and I'm finished with the second. And yes of course, I continued reading while I am now sipping red wine. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wahhh... can't wait for the third one. Maybe I'll try to drop by at Fullybooked later. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS anyone here got the Cirque du Freak saga? I'm willing to buy books 4-12. Second-hand?... no worries as long as it's still in good condition. I prefer paperback btw. Just message me here. Thanks!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4972881808605799239?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4972881808605799239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4972881808605799239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4972881808605799239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4972881808605799239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/05/addicted-to-darren-shan.html' title='Addicted to Darren Shan'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sgj_3lmMt7I/AAAAAAAAARc/Zns5dr62U1A/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4216291026015268729</id><published>2009-04-29T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:38:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Stay or Should I Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darling you gotta let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I stay or should I go now?&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go now?&lt;br /&gt;If I go there will be trouble&lt;br /&gt;And if I stay it will be double&lt;br /&gt;So come on and let me know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question... Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always get myself in these kinds of crrraaazzzyyyy situations? Arrgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was intended to go... yet another part of me wants to JUST stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't bother to explain why I don't want to join this shittiness... I have numerous reasons!!! I was sooo decided already.. but then, this effing douchebag will... uhm... Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about the other earthlings I will be with... am used to that.  It was the fact that I want to enjoy, relax and chill -- away from the harsh reality and away from being an amanuensis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay... Pitz... Be strong and firm... You've decided already. Don't start having doubts now. Focus. Focus. And according to Yaleyna, consider the 785 pesoses. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment... I got a period.  Why do you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4216291026015268729?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4216291026015268729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4216291026015268729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4216291026015268729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4216291026015268729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I Stay or Should I Go'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1767061872844718945</id><published>2009-04-28T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:31:47.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Borgy and Joy were two of my closest friends in highschool; actually, they are my best friends. I've known Joy since grade school and Borgy in secondary. I was shocked when Borgy sent me a message at FB. It's been like... years since we last talked. So we planned of get-together thingy. I immediately informed Joy and it was all set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;April 25 indeed. I wasn't so surprised when I got to High Street early. Those guys were always late. Joy finally arrived and we started chatting -- I have last seen her in about 2 or 3 years. We have decided to wait for Borgy who's blaming the weather as the cause of his delay. Finally, after 1.5 hours of waiting, he arrived. Tssss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After we had our dinner at Abe, we went to Starbucks to have some coffee and well... of course to chill and to chew some fat. We reminisced, ridiculed our teachers way back, thought of our enemies -- if they're still alive, tried remembering the names of the bullied ones and all those kind of stuff. Then we shifted to our personal lives, our work, our family... our kids. It was so much fun. It's like there's no tomorrow for our own stories. Talk about 8 or 10 years??? -- that would be A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was hard to end the day but we have to, we've got our own priorities now and for goodness sake, it's almost 2am. But we promised that we'll meet often just to make ourselves updated with each other. And I like that... I would love that because those 2 freakazoids were true, proven and tested friends. I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfcE20cJHsI/AAAAAAAAARU/chY-0RDzq6s/s1600-h/2806_1126561530243_1413321344_30355864_7083376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329734023852400322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfcE20cJHsI/AAAAAAAAARU/chY-0RDzq6s/s320/2806_1126561530243_1413321344_30355864_7083376_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at Abe while waiting for our dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1767061872844718945?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1767061872844718945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1767061872844718945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1767061872844718945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1767061872844718945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-ol-days.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Days'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfcE20cJHsI/AAAAAAAAARU/chY-0RDzq6s/s72-c/2806_1126561530243_1413321344_30355864_7083376_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-5696370696038623563</id><published>2009-04-26T12:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:20:14.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Galera Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T'was my niece's 15th birthday and since it was still summer, she wanted to celebrate it at the beach.  She chose Puerto Galera because (1) she's never been there; (2) she's tired of Batanggas, Laguna and Quezon beaches; and (3) she's very inquisitive about the henna thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was pretty excited for Xioms because most of the experiences were her FIRSTs.  First time to ride a bus, first time to ride a boat, first at Mindoro, first time to chew Bonamine, first time to have a henna tatt... etc. -- like I said FIRSTs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we woke up so early to avoid heavy sea waves.  I wasn't really excited now that I got my period.  Very nice!  We got to Batanggas pier so fast that it makes me a bit paranoid during the travel thinking Xioms might throw up.  Thank goodness she didn't!  When we jumped in to the boat, everyone was now super excited... well, except me.  Don't get me wrong here, I know how to swim but the fact that Xioms is with me, thalassophobic Pitz, my lovely stuff.... ugh torture!  I looked on the bright side though.  It'll be just 30 minutes and I saw kiddo enjoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am close to a nervous breakdown when we finally arrived.  The beach was so crowded -- what would you expect?  At first I was like, there's nothing so special about this place.  But it made me realize that the place was interesting as I am seeing new faces, different ones and of course the thing I'm looking forward: "the night life" and oh... the famous henna tatts and Mindoro Sling.  Things I should say. Ayayay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPlRvT_ofI/AAAAAAAAARM/x_CDcyctF5g/s1600-h/GEDC0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328854877030294002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPlRvT_ofI/AAAAAAAAARM/x_CDcyctF5g/s320/GEDC0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sey, Nicole, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPlAyPxoWI/AAAAAAAAARE/w-FUVT-kdUE/s1600-h/GEDC0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328854585760129378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPlAyPxoWI/AAAAAAAAARE/w-FUVT-kdUE/s320/GEDC0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my odd henna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPkwPtxCDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wJ1PbnzmmBY/s1600-h/GEDC0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328854301612771378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPkwPtxCDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wJ1PbnzmmBY/s320/GEDC0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink ladies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPknMqKoUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y7lU8WbBiq0/s1600-h/GEDC0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328854146173542722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPknMqKoUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y7lU8WbBiq0/s320/GEDC0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;family pic -- wacky one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPkfB8NDxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RynmZB5wojQ/s1600-h/GEDC0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328854005857455890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPkfB8NDxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RynmZB5wojQ/s320/GEDC0785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bday girl - Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPkVIl7yvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/g9SDXxgjjRw/s1600-h/GEDC0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328853835844406002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPkVIl7yvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/g9SDXxgjjRw/s320/GEDC0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that would be Shiloh and Angelina Jolie-Pitt.. demmmmnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing I learned from this trip -- enjoyment overpowers fear (of course with lots of prayers in between). =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-5696370696038623563?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5696370696038623563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=5696370696038623563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5696370696038623563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/5696370696038623563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/04/puerto-galera-escapade.html' title='Puerto Galera Escapade'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SfPlRvT_ofI/AAAAAAAAARM/x_CDcyctF5g/s72-c/GEDC0778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-3882002138510437577</id><published>2009-04-13T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:28:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is very deadening. Come to think of it: we've got no work, I feel like I'm in a fridge because it's fucking cold, I keep on forcing myself to do the measure up rather all I do is surf the Facebook and reply to Elena's mails though we're a feet away. Such a boring day... uggghhh. Yes it is but this chosen state of mind brought Elena to create her masterpiece. And here it goes... *ehem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking to Myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting in the office, got no work to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decided to write something out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, "hey gotta finish this evaluation thing"&lt;br /&gt;Then, I said to myself, "Lena, there's always tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;"Do nothing just go with the flow…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, tomorrow is the operative word of fools&lt;br /&gt;Who loves to procrastinate and say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow a new day! Hurraayy...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding, i don’t even know what tommorow might bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i said to myself, "Do it!"&lt;br /&gt;I just can't start it.&lt;br /&gt;Just type something - anything!&lt;br /&gt;And click finish, that's it…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the best blog of a person lacking in interest as to cause mental weariness? Hey, hey, hey, I have permission here so don't get me wrong! I love you dear Lena, you made my day but still am bored. Got to puff Marl now, as in NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-3882002138510437577?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3882002138510437577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=3882002138510437577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3882002138510437577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/3882002138510437577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-world.html' title='Fuck the World'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-1954633692806721751</id><published>2009-04-08T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:28:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience, Pitz... Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, was a very horrifying day.  I'm afraid that he got it all wrong.  It was never my intention to screw him but it turned out I did.  I almost lose my temper.  I never get angry easily but this incident, this very fucking incident, I'm very close.  It felt like I'm in fury and intense rage.  I felt abused with his stoned hyper lucid stare. And damn, his facial expressions curved from blank indifference to supreme paranoia.  I even cried shakily because I hold back my anger... which in the end, I'm happy I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't jot down what really happened but for me, it was a nightmare.  I am not cleaning up my ass here or anything but obviously and unmistakably, I did nothing wrong.  I honestly think that he's such a stupid jealous bastard trying to ruin and drag me down.  It's sad for me to say that I am utterly disappointed in him... thought he was a friend -- a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fighting back was a perfectly idiotic idea and besides it's holy week, I should acknowledge repentance.  Thank you Lord for giving me more patience, I owe you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-1954633692806721751?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1954633692806721751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=1954633692806721751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1954633692806721751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/1954633692806721751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience-pitz-patience.html' title='Patience, Pitz... Patience'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-4038424585425737044</id><published>2009-04-06T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:33:54.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday and Sunday my family went to Baguio while Xioms and my ass were stucked at home.  Yeah... sad to say we're home alone.  I really wanted to go but I don't think Xioms will be comfy travelling 6-7 hours.  So I decided we'll stay and bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday's itenerary was nothing.  We just enjoyed the quiet house, ordered some food to eat at fastfood chains through phone and watched the stupid purple dinausor show iteration -- what's funny is that even if it's been watched by Xioms by a hundredth time, she still managed to have the same reaction AND cried whenever Barney's gonna leave and say goodbye (an episode end) hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, Sunday indeed!  I promised Xioms that I'll take her to a movie.  Since she loved B.O.B. of Monsters vs. Aliens, we watched that.  At first, she was hesitant to enter the cinema...  I was thinking it wasn't her first time to enter a movie house ...but when I told her that B.O.B. was inside, she finally said um-um which means yes.  Whew!  I thought she's gonna cry hard and we will end up going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie was very funny esp those stupid aliens and of course B.O.B. which has Seth Rogen's voice.  I'm a fan of his because he always plays a moronic character which really suites him. hehe...  Anyway, Xioms enjoyed the film as she keeps on saying Bahh (Bob) and Coroach (Dr. Cockroach) on our way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went home quarter to 9 and kiddo was sooo sleepy.  I immediately changed her and put her into sleep.  As for me:  I went downstairs, sip on half a goblet of red wine, puff Marl and turned the TV on while waiting for my family's arrival.  So that's it, one of the precious weekend of mine. =)  Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-4038424585425737044?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4038424585425737044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=4038424585425737044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4038424585425737044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/4038424585425737044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-6391152139441375496</id><published>2009-03-31T18:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:49:10.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Three Stooges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatlong Itlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='See'/><title type='text'>Making Mute and Deaf Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last March 27 we celebrated Bnx and Karlota's BEERday at A-venue... oooopsie, beside A-venue I mean. Celebrants were a bit small-time but we, as true friends understands. hahahaha... Two days before the event and since I super loooovveeee these ladies, I decided to buy them some stuff -- a birthday gift actually, that will make them remember me ALWAYS. And I came up with these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SdHuBFiwsNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xxVV-NxpGLE/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319294337336520914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SdHuBFiwsNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xxVV-NxpGLE/s320/DSC02146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They sooo effing loved it! Karla even told me that she had better sleep now and Bnx... of course, she made this pic her primary one. =) Happy Birthday Mute and Deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-6391152139441375496?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6391152139441375496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=6391152139441375496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6391152139441375496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/6391152139441375496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-mute-and-deaf-blind.html' title='Making Mute and Deaf Blind'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SdHuBFiwsNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xxVV-NxpGLE/s72-c/DSC02146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-2030410741030158002</id><published>2009-03-25T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:52:03.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder Length</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to have a long hair but not anymore. I don't know what made me reached to a decision to cut if off but I did. Xioms didn't even recognize me the next day. But you know, it made me feel more comfortable and young and gorgeous... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was actually the second day when I went to David's Salon and up until now i still can't get over it. I'm sooo pleased with the outcome because I've been receiving lots of compliments. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My colleagues keep on asking what kind of style it is and my reply was like, "The length is Jessica Simpson, The bangs is Nicole Ritchie and overall, Anne Hathaway." ahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I f*ckin' LOVE my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-2030410741030158002?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2030410741030158002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=2030410741030158002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2030410741030158002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/2030410741030158002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoulder-length.html' title='Shoulder Length'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-7722540628934580142</id><published>2009-03-23T17:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:30:16.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subic Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My family planned for an overnight escapade somewhere in Batanggas.  Since the heat is on, all resorts there were fully-booked.  So we ended up in Subic.  Actually it's a bit fine with me because I really want to go to Duty Free.  This was held last March 21-22 by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was Xiomai's first long travel and vacation at the beach so I'm pretty excited... not to mention that I'm with my family. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On our way there, Ji's car overheats.  We presumed that there's a leak in the vehicle's cooling system.  What's irritating is we paid the bogus mechanic in Pampangga and waited 2 hours for nothing because when we got to Subic, the radiator sucks and the car overheats again.  The police officer was so helpful and assured us that we can make it to the nearest available garage shop which is the Yokohama.  We left the car there so the "true mechanic" can fix it and squeezed ourselves into the Avanza.  We were 9 (including the baby) aside from our bulky bags.  Ughh.. hassle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At last we reached our destination after long minutes of hotness.  Arizona Hotel and resort was okay.  They do have swimming pools, Mai Tai and a restaurant.  What I really enjoyed in this hotel/resort is their bath tub... so relaxing.  They have this hot/cold shower.  And oh the free WiFi! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pix....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiQr5kXJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MHZKDfL-0RU/s1600-h/2594_1109168175040_1401900447_30329979_4527552_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607398912482450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiQr5kXJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MHZKDfL-0RU/s320/2594_1109168175040_1401900447_30329979_4527552_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in Pampangga. PHRONE huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Schh85-ohWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7dd4jcpM7cc/s1600-h/2594_1109155254717_1401900447_30329935_3853385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607059094439266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Schh85-ohWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7dd4jcpM7cc/s320/2594_1109155254717_1401900447_30329935_3853385_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole, Me, Sey and Achi Maru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchicgLT3PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1tOSi6eaYJE/s1600-h/2594_1109160134839_1401900447_30329952_6987675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607601924103410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchicgLT3PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1tOSi6eaYJE/s320/2594_1109160134839_1401900447_30329952_6987675_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;busted car!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Schiu1Z9SnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mr2QcBG-fb4/s1600-h/2594_1109159974835_1401900447_30329948_2506162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607916860328562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Schiu1Z9SnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mr2QcBG-fb4/s320/2594_1109159974835_1401900447_30329948_2506162_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mag-ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiqxPr4CI/AAAAAAAAAPc/H6XIG4AQC-g/s1600-h/2594_1109160054837_1401900447_30329950_7680662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607847024025634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiqxPr4CI/AAAAAAAAAPc/H6XIG4AQC-g/s320/2594_1109160054837_1401900447_30329950_7680662_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my super HOT kid!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiZIGyliI/AAAAAAAAAPE/eks-H8TL_uQ/s1600-h/2594_1109160254842_1401900447_30329955_6652137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607543923086882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiZIGyliI/AAAAAAAAAPE/eks-H8TL_uQ/s320/2594_1109160254842_1401900447_30329955_6652137_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;weee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiWWeTGkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FwLbk33-mAw/s1600-h/2594_1109160534849_1401900447_30329962_6845810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607496240175682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiWWeTGkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FwLbk33-mAw/s320/2594_1109160534849_1401900447_30329962_6845810_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiomai hating the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiTi1O56I/AAAAAAAAAO0/xQkk7y2YOKs/s1600-h/2594_1109160654852_1401900447_30329965_3239788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607448017987490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiTi1O56I/AAAAAAAAAO0/xQkk7y2YOKs/s320/2594_1109160654852_1401900447_30329965_3239788_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiNSWdonI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VQikYP3k794/s1600-h/2594_1109168375045_1401900447_30329984_4047511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607340514746994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiNSWdonI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VQikYP3k794/s320/2594_1109168375045_1401900447_30329984_4047511_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchkdElFJcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JKvnAA0q7s0/s1600-h/sexy+mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316609810719122882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchkdElFJcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JKvnAA0q7s0/s320/sexy+mama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my sexy mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiyLuTpJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z004MquPrBQ/s1600-h/2594_1109156974760_1401900447_30329943_1472963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607974390867090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiyLuTpJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z004MquPrBQ/s320/2594_1109156974760_1401900447_30329943_1472963_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here is where we had our steak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiCUkflnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5a7FAv1Xb6o/s1600-h/2594_1109666387495_1401900447_30331698_6503887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607152131905138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiCUkflnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5a7FAv1Xb6o/s320/2594_1109666387495_1401900447_30331698_6503887_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xioms before nap time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There it is. My fussy yet happy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3833875828841320127-7722540628934580142?l=stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7722540628934580142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3833875828841320127&amp;postID=7722540628934580142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7722540628934580142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833875828841320127/posts/default/7722540628934580142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stitchesxandxburns.blogspot.com/2009/03/subic-escapade.html' title='Subic Escapade'/><author><name>pitzcamba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917832526764617724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/TQkkRrlquzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mK1HQ6yd5tc/S220/ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SchiQr5kXJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MHZKDfL-0RU/s72-c/2594_1109168175040_1401900447_30329979_4527552_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833875828841320127.post-8451256596155313510</id><published>2009-03-23T13:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:23:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, me and my friends went on a Wolfgang concert at Music Museum. We arrived early, so we decided to eat first. We ate at Shakey's. We were so bloated because we never imagined that the food we ordered is good for i dunno... maybe 4-5 persons. We ate like fucking construction boys! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Razorback did the front act and I should say that they're really monsters! Kevin's voice still never fades. Wolfgang of course is one helluva band! Basti belted out my favorite songs... Yipee! Kudos to my forever crush Manuel Legarda who had a very long night playing his guitar with both bands. I hope that these bands will never get tired giving us great music. Rock and roll mga pare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pixxxxx....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccidjNB-xI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jzh4l0M81Z0/s1600-h/n1432566637_307316_6492932.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316255776195607314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccidjNB-xI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jzh4l0M81Z0/s320/n1432566637_307316_6492932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sccij_3-fpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FApQEAQ2uTA/s1600-h/n1432566637_307315_163403.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316255886971141778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sccij_3-fpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FApQEAQ2uTA/s320/n1432566637_307315_163403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idols&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccirVMWWiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gq3tfcWpIeY/s1600-h/n1432566637_307308_3421578.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256012952820258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccirVMWWiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gq3tfcWpIeY/s320/n1432566637_307308_3421578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;partner and I anxiously waiting for the concert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Scciy824XOI/AAAAAAAAANE/PvneNat7lF8/s1600-h/n1432566637_307313_6002167.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256143859277026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Scciy824XOI/AAAAAAAAANE/PvneNat7lF8/s320/n1432566637_307313_6002167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my monkey man... hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Scci5txyIyI/AAAAAAAAANM/rNWK2A2dwFE/s1600-h/n1432566637_307318_2412486.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256260070449954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Scci5txyIyI/AAAAAAAAANM/rNWK2A2dwFE/s320/n1432566637_307318_2412486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;treo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sccjy14-jTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CI1mFVo8ddI/s1600-h/n1432566637_307341_1309221.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316257241500650802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/Sccjy14-jTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CI1mFVo8ddI/s320/n1432566637_307341_1309221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;solo pix.. bwahahaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjFQea33I/AAAAAAAAANU/yQ2WoX7MBCM/s1600-h/n1432566637_307319_4680103.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256458363035506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjFQea33I/AAAAAAAAANU/yQ2WoX7MBCM/s320/n1432566637_307319_4680103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Razorback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjNL0VtgI/AAAAAAAAANc/jZcRNXR-dr8/s1600-h/n1432566637_307325_6927654.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256594551748098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjNL0VtgI/AAAAAAAAANc/jZcRNXR-dr8/s320/n1432566637_307325_6927654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wolfgang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjYinmguI/AAAAAAAAANk/4FO5dHsLIJM/s1600-h/n1432566637_307326_7195923.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256789650899682" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjYinmguI/AAAAAAAAANk/4FO5dHsLIJM/s320/n1432566637_307326_7195923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basti -- The Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Sn-5ZpeWOM/SccjfVkoOTI/AAAAAAAAANs/DHOU4XGFkFU/s1600-h/n1432566637_307334_4130826.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256906407852338" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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