tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17839832105743777592024-03-20T02:51:04.253-05:00uh-huh...life, one step at a time.chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-17915610498385759272018-10-24T20:09:00.000-05:002018-10-24T20:09:07.957-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we were younger, my sister and I have this late night "tea party" ritual; hot chocolate instead of tea, using our mom's fine china. It was a nice sister bonding ritual. Wish I could do one with her right now. So near yet so far...chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-67210055973484226282018-02-27T23:24:00.002-06:002018-02-27T23:24:40.922-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-85057550193342989812018-02-24T19:47:00.002-06:002018-02-24T19:47:36.412-06:00Tears...of laughter<br />
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it cleanses<br />
it purifies<br />
it rejuvenates<br />
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it has a mind of its own, sometimes you cannot control it...it just...flows...<br />
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<br />chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-79834387349406929592018-02-24T19:33:00.001-06:002018-02-24T19:41:58.642-06:00Jumbled thoughts on this snowy day<a href="https://behapy.s3.amazonaws.com/73/99/917399/default.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://behapy.s3.amazonaws.com/73/99/917399/default.jpg" width="320" /></a>So, it's been roughly six years since I updated this blog. Was'nt planning to but I've been feeling a bit down lately. Free flow writing. Just putting into paper whatever comes to mind. Tears on my eyes, thoughts jumbled, music in the background. The world is round. I knew it. All good things usually come to an end. Torn between two close friends. Toxic workplace. Noone to really talk to. Faith on one's self and faith in God keeping me standing. If the world becomes unbearable and you're tired of keeping yourself upright, kneel they said. Might just do that. Why did it become so complicated? Adulting is hard. Self-realizations. I need the beach. I need to see a beautiful sunset. I need to feel that everything will be ok. It will, won't it?<br />
<br />chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0Sioux City, IA42.4999942 -96.40030689999997542.3126042 -96.723030399999971 42.687384200000004 -96.07758339999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-79057741432924056012012-11-06T19:17:00.002-06:002012-11-06T19:31:57.596-06:00i therefore name thee DONKEY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'coz you're a certified ASS!<br />
<i style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;">asshole</i><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;">The equivalent term of </span><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bitch" style="background-color: #6698cb; color: #fbffea; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px; padding: 2px 3px; text-decoration: none;">bitch</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;"> for a man. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;">An inconsiderate, arrogant, uncaring, selfish, borderline sadistic, apathetic, mean, spiteful, dishonorable, </span><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bastard" style="background-color: #6698cb; color: #fbffea; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px; padding: 2px 3px; text-decoration: none;">bastard</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 19px;"> of a man who could tempt the Pope into a fight.</span></i>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-72462384863110723872012-09-18T10:10:00.001-05:002012-09-18T10:15:23.059-05:00shiver“They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side...He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.”<br />
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― A.S. Byatt, Possession
chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-85232736983683464382011-07-29T20:13:00.001-05:002011-07-29T20:15:08.075-05:00postsecret postcard of the weeki'm glad i'm not the only one who feels the same way...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KvY4YpYifPss2UV5_yBT-fi4i6p8wafhrJJcEAjWuRXduoMROU8Jn33TEvIYc3M6YFM7ieLWzd_DEt-N51szkTr3WNdfbi4NpH_bS4APmbzjLkmwWS6gkyZHeXhmWupKrGOAuNQACSE/s400/supportingcharacter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KvY4YpYifPss2UV5_yBT-fi4i6p8wafhrJJcEAjWuRXduoMROU8Jn33TEvIYc3M6YFM7ieLWzd_DEt-N51szkTr3WNdfbi4NpH_bS4APmbzjLkmwWS6gkyZHeXhmWupKrGOAuNQACSE/s400/supportingcharacter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-47819995736923400872011-07-23T06:55:00.003-05:002011-07-29T20:08:57.201-05:00oh adele....it's perfect how you string the words together. such honest emotions.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uGwH-x4VoH8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-87454750490984538202011-01-20T08:23:00.002-06:002011-01-20T08:36:11.482-06:00hello, 2011!Finally! I got a job after four years from graduation and almost 2 years of hospital volunteer service (that's a nurse's reality in the Philippines today).<div><br /></div><div>I'm a little overwhelmed with the work and responsibilities involved, but i kinda like it. Research, database management, encoding, following-up cases, coordinating with youth orgs are just some of the things I will be involved in. It's a new "side" of nursing....more on advocacy and research on birth defects (babies+genetics).</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess my background in a science high school and my other college degree won't go to waste after all ;p</div><div><br /></div><div>*happy dance* </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-91811895138927976992010-12-02T09:04:00.003-06:002010-12-02T09:06:31.169-06:00and then there was light!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/files/imagecache/news/files/news/20090916_fingers_crossed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/files/imagecache/news/files/news/20090916_fingers_crossed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-10278161391563177962010-10-21T21:06:00.001-05:002010-10-21T21:08:26.695-05:00must.cut.umbilical.cord.chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-36009482625486164872010-09-29T10:29:00.005-05:002010-09-29T12:07:40.827-05:00white crayon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b6/TwaniODell_BackRoads.jpg/200px-TwaniODell_BackRoads.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 311px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b6/TwaniODell_BackRoads.jpg/200px-TwaniODell_BackRoads.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>My mind flashed back to a time we were fighting over my crayons. I wouldn't let her have any of them, and she went and tattled to Mom. Mom said I had to give her at least one so I gave her white.<br /><br />I waited for her to figure out what I had done while I silently busted a gut and applauded my evil genius. But she had walked off contentedly and sat down at her white piece of paper to draw me a picture of sugar, salt, and snow.</blockquote> <span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: right;">Harley Altmeyer, BACK ROADS</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I'd like to think I'm this little girl whenever someone gives me a "white crayon". </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I've read The Cement Garden before reading this book. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Sad and kinda sick. I was more entertained by this book, though.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Makes me appreciate my family more so than before. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">------</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">Dexter season 5 has started in the US. I can't wait until Fox Crime Asia airs it here in the Philippines! And and Julia Stiles joining the show, double yey!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; white-space: pre; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></div></span> <object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KzCVU0ZRCN0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KzCVU0ZRCN0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KzCVU0ZRCN0?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-2150650997688157872010-08-14T03:10:00.003-05:002010-08-14T03:12:33.742-05:00cuteness<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oT8xMp4lVLgXH9CXy-ji90rUkYwW6yh8So9vT5PntJZULbRs8fO1sLEQ4oR5Laze_cpnhEH43BB4lqOBj7sm3lHan5h2oOmAaAVY_4VPkd5Iyj_3Sp2vW65tHUTfjLaqId8ubWKVBDwO/s1600/mix-pix-023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oT8xMp4lVLgXH9CXy-ji90rUkYwW6yh8So9vT5PntJZULbRs8fO1sLEQ4oR5Laze_cpnhEH43BB4lqOBj7sm3lHan5h2oOmAaAVY_4VPkd5Iyj_3Sp2vW65tHUTfjLaqId8ubWKVBDwO/s320/mix-pix-023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505175154258231234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">miky in her lil tub</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-36420714852211038632010-07-31T11:55:00.000-05:002010-07-31T11:55:12.375-05:00Anouk - Love<div><br /></div><div>powerful voice, powerful song:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HxjUWHMCVhk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxjUWHMCVhk&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxjUWHMCVhk&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-88736111374129252702010-07-29T03:00:00.003-05:002010-07-29T16:47:21.126-05:00rantYou do all the things you're supposed to do, follow the rules, make all the adjustments, for what??<div><br /></div><div>Sometimes things just doesn't work the way you like/plan it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Universe, please cooperate.</div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-63174778703894303682010-07-24T22:03:00.010-05:002010-07-25T00:36:09.492-05:00daba-daba<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What a way to start the morning.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I woke up due to the (</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">lo</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)commotion outside the street. When I looked over the window, people were running and shouting and there was black smoke everywhere. At first I thought it was just my mom's backyard fire gone wild! She usually piles up dry leaves and trash in the backyard then burn them (</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">tigul-it na, indi gd magpati nga indi na pwede gnahimo nya</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">). But no, she was downstairs shouting and asking my niece to find her anti-hypertensive meds. In short, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ga sala-sala</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. My father, in true blue </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ususero mode, </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">was out in the street asking the what/where/why of the commotion. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I, on the other hand, am frantically trying to find the contact number for the police/fire station. FAIL! I discovered 166 </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">does not work.</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> It's supposed to be the local emergency hotline. Next, I tried Lapaz PD but the line was busy. The telephone directory cover where the emergency numbers are listed was torn. *shrug* I'm sure one of the neighbors have called the fire department by now. *cue fire alarm*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Going back to my mom. If she had the power to be in two places at once, she would have used that power earlier. One to find her meds and the other gathering her important documents, jewelries and maybe the oven and refrigerator, too. But since she needed a little help, I found her meds IN HER BAG, calmed her down a bit, and almost tripped on the pile of folders/envelopes on the floor. At least she achieved one of her goals hehe</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyhoo, the fire was two houses away from us. The usual </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">faulty electrical wiring </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">was the culprit. The fire was contained after about 30 minutes. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The upside to all these was when I saw two chinoy volunteer firemen park beside our house and gear up in their uniform. HOT! I'm one of those women who find men in uniform sexy ;p</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So after all the hoolala, I'm trying to find the emergency numbers that actually work, save them in my phone and thanking God (and the firemen) for our safety.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Update:</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> 117 is the current 3-digit hotline for criminal reports and local government agencies in Iloilo City. It's working, I tried.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i></i> </span></span></div><div><br /></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-10665462863548715912010-07-23T22:14:00.003-05:002010-07-23T22:22:16.956-05:003-0<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I should be happy, but i'm not.<br /><br />I don't want to celebrate. I don't feel like it.<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p8IVTcOpTfIcmyNb6r3ETRsxg2agVMfxkZlZ1pZPMCzjz3_2HUAq342zB7q0h9VIDJuMkxVkEcA2rQI1Ki8WeWtMRi1Yp4BJK5vXD4DCMXDBchw_s0Aj1bAKRv0HTOR32KXjPWI6bZ9C/s320/party+pooper.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497307696378133602" /><i><br /></i></div><div><i>nega</i>.</div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-61614079318259953422010-07-21T09:01:00.012-05:002010-07-22T11:41:18.842-05:00turtlesI'm fascinated by turtles.<br /><br /><div>1999 was the year I bought my very own pet. A red-eared slider, 3 inches long. Cost me 150 bucks. I named him after my favorite musician, Ludwig (never knowing the turtle's sex at that time). Good thing it's a HE.</div><div><br />You can't go wrong with having a pet turtle. Provide some space, a little water, food, interaction and that's it. <br /><br />I always thought turtles were herbivores. Well, they're not. Ludwig ate the tails of 75% of his aquarium-mates, the angel fishes, during his growing years.<br /><br />He was a year old when our helper gave me two more turtles(local ones, brown and ordinary). I named them "daku" and "gamay".<br /><br />So there they were. Three turtles imprisoned in a small aquarium. For three years I kept them there, playing(turtle marathon) with them once in a while. Most of the time forgetting about them.<br /><br />Then one morning I decided to set them free. Free to roam the backyard, that is. They were everywhere. Near the well, under the "dapug", all over the grass, floating when the backyard is flooded. It's quite fun to watch them crawl and snap at the dogs during mealtimes. One time, Ludwig (he's the more adventurous of the three) crawled out and crossed the street. Good thing our neighbor saw him and gave him back to us. He was quite grumpy after that (Ludwig, not our neighbor).<br /><br />Turtles are useful too. I brought Ludwig during our zoology class' show-and-tell as our group project. He was quite large after 4 years, about the size of my palm. Everybody was gushing on how cute he is (second only to the other group's baby goat, but i digress). He responded by nipping and cutting my classmate's finger. The class then learned that turtles do not carry RABIES. The discussion was funny actually. Stupid but funny. My classmates never forgot Ludwig.<br /><br />Last month, I bought another turtle. It was an unplanned purchase. We were on our way down from Mambukal resort's "7 Falls" when this child came up to me asking if I wanted a turtle. I asked the child what he'd do to the turtle if it wasn't sold. He answered in a matter-of-fact way "I-adobohon kag kan-on magdaku sya e." *gulp* So that's how I went home with another turtle. A small, malnourished turtle worth P20. I keep telling myself the deal was a steal plus I "saved" a turtle's life. His name's Mambu, btw.<br /><br />So what's the point to all these stories? Nothing. I just felt like writing about my growing pet turtle collection.<br /><br /><div><br />Here's a photo of Ludwig taken last year when he graced me with his presence. He needed a bath.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal86V-Ja3b_WVbtjiMhEaJcIduwi1PxPLGnBS93hg1FXLshyphenhyphena2KZJFrZKB16bJ2VgyPRME93mRgf_IZzgjXxpSuTaaYZQUQhOUnGGw7Wo8OZuBEErd0inoMFzb_csljoZ1SYIgjAXmg3d/s1600/Ludwig+vs+my+hand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal86V-Ja3b_WVbtjiMhEaJcIduwi1PxPLGnBS93hg1FXLshyphenhyphena2KZJFrZKB16bJ2VgyPRME93mRgf_IZzgjXxpSuTaaYZQUQhOUnGGw7Wo8OZuBEErd0inoMFzb_csljoZ1SYIgjAXmg3d/s320/Ludwig+vs+my+hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496370109312508770" /></a></div></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-17182361959059132562010-07-21T07:19:00.006-05:002010-07-21T10:10:42.567-05:00return of the comebackOh blogspot, how i missed you so!<br /><br />I was browsing my previous blog entries and I kinda missed writing again. Too many things have happened but it felt too little in the grand scheme of things. <i>ah basta</i><br /><br />Plus, I felt disappointed with my posts. Maybe because I felt self-conscious about every post in the latter years(since more people knew about it. more = greater than 2 persons) that my writing style became awkward and became more of a <i>will-this-please-them</i> blog entry.<br /><br />So, I'll just write. Write what I feel. Write whatever idea comes to mind. Right? Right.<br /><br />In other news:<br /><br />Rafa won the Wimbledon and all clay court championships.<br />La Furia Roja won the 2010 World Cup.<br />What a year for Spain.<br />What a year for all fan girls all over the world.<br /><br />I know, the 2010 World Cup deserves a separate post. *giggle giggle*chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-52119390728965585122009-07-10T04:17:00.016-05:002009-07-11T03:35:22.764-05:00oh no!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivA7ig5yvLfjJpYEU-JyJvZJPsdWakPUOF15ATmJuk4lovu__gGdN7fYlGHMY189jzVASwIBmtDjNVCtLFfQEoIGnNW4GYCuZejaSlFGbVmTZsp71qTq4FFpzbx49Ztll2uc-90gBkwQvz/s1600-h/mom+to+daughter.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/3600784581_898c9053b4_o.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">since my sister gave birth last month, my mom has been asking me to teach her how to use the computer and log-in to skype so she could video chat with my sis and new niece. big uh-oh!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">it's only a matter of time before she discovers the wonders of facebook, youtube, etc. *cringe*</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://myparentsjoinedfacebook.com/">what happens when you're facebook "friends" with your mom/dad/tita??</a> i mean, my sis, BIL, and i are friends in FB, but parents??</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivA7ig5yvLfjJpYEU-JyJvZJPsdWakPUOF15ATmJuk4lovu__gGdN7fYlGHMY189jzVASwIBmtDjNVCtLFfQEoIGnNW4GYCuZejaSlFGbVmTZsp71qTq4FFpzbx49Ztll2uc-90gBkwQvz/s400/mom+to+daughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357118291280535058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkaStx-J4S4mJomw0d56U_nQNmyv_lPtMaa4ARo7WBFICGMWDZCWIU02JOxWo5mLSzkhSPUfHREeA9q_9IBO1rL5nR5hbSpiuzaHU51S4u-vXM4myZHWOS6FL7gHTDpDBvRUNpAluXfTg/s1600-h/mom+pray.jpg"></a>==============</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4up1MGAN5oweaSLm6T4q83Oi57gyK2A9GE993QixsF701CqR6782L33kFobQQTKzNkCJ0_LFdbHEA1NMQ2zlMd_0DXveU2h2OYHDA9ZJto4pMHIucbw3r0PVF5EPsZ6V4kDIENVXMdDO-/s400/gossip+dad.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 116px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356764568167485650" /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">==============</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL4nCjKemS1tjL-O7YxCF2vsQOo5AiCjXpFSbJkT1Hp7PRGissZSGP2IYkym-De9OXIXJ2cHsKi4YUevFtLraON7WxDNpqYAJ1Xghd4Tx4LW4mPFU6iVVDrzWQBCfwm4-xgZLUmp5WIc9f/s400/man+slave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356764743507577778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">==============</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkaStx-J4S4mJomw0d56U_nQNmyv_lPtMaa4ARo7WBFICGMWDZCWIU02JOxWo5mLSzkhSPUfHREeA9q_9IBO1rL5nR5hbSpiuzaHU51S4u-vXM4myZHWOS6FL7gHTDpDBvRUNpAluXfTg/s1600-h/mom+pray.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkaStx-J4S4mJomw0d56U_nQNmyv_lPtMaa4ARo7WBFICGMWDZCWIU02JOxWo5mLSzkhSPUfHREeA9q_9IBO1rL5nR5hbSpiuzaHU51S4u-vXM4myZHWOS6FL7gHTDpDBvRUNpAluXfTg/s400/mom+pray.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356764904632427074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">i can totally see my mom doing this but in hiligaynon LOL</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">yay for the internet!</div></div><div> </div></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-52146809464771207382009-07-09T23:16:00.002-05:002009-07-09T23:20:01.926-05:00awww<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiu5umqbsxqCU11bkwWXuVvgpYcpbEkaPeH6Vy6mktwQzt58shL4znydzRXEJG0TMQnuexxZvSyEuc02lLDI2NIA6WUqFA27G-x3f7v6M1lv5J6Zd1Uwb92JO4b2_jckFYv9ZqwfbonEN/s400/miky.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356680626171280562" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">isn't she cute?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexfH9r3MYU69F6vwsDkQACZXB0GjEn-Vu1s3S8LRXkE3EmCDaNbbmHufu4hA_p95Kke-FYJ4N1P0h9lIzP_vTJVNtyDHKIN-KxH8BFK01MQFgENYea-0m1SMdcLhzZpzG3-O4emSgMnDa/s400/miky+palm.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356681029202442482" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i can't wait to hold and hug you mikaela marie! x0x0</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-60841331097043471892009-05-29T11:24:00.008-05:002009-05-30T12:34:16.736-05:00revolutionary facebooksaw these at http://noypi.me<br /><br />so hilarious! remember you have to start from the bottom comment up for each pic<br /><br />1st<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbh06i0P6fBPIxJnAfGa4GMcjOGby46w_V2-8q0wmm3PPgK-BGQeQWYbdGtboEoI89bOL0EycdKS_luVjyw_mQhVDGYRbNNSujSGMtqnE1cXl8kA3ZPaZTNbHX29eDC_T6k3lhiLufvbp/s400/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283167584800706" /><br />2nd<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEoH8YKy4Dy9jMX1wOnx8R0iDXD90yoVSM8df_h2lNVtN3vyLpLaLXkTtLM0T3dWioIVQc_L1o2TNGB0urCNCoUQCTZK3KL53Eqy88sYamLdrLDnw2SpPAG-GtkMGbB55YPNrReJ51fII/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEoH8YKy4Dy9jMX1wOnx8R0iDXD90yoVSM8df_h2lNVtN3vyLpLaLXkTtLM0T3dWioIVQc_L1o2TNGB0urCNCoUQCTZK3KL53Eqy88sYamLdrLDnw2SpPAG-GtkMGbB55YPNrReJ51fII/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283580679106194" /></a><br /><br />final<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgSQUZaI2ZGEnCMCqfTzNgdZujzkqdK63xnB6xsfDG7HsJAzNr5cbooHnIJRsMkKoKVzvOsydu-3-GTuqUOBISSxyr8evYS3FLui8vlozQ_SS1iOM2sJvPyxBEXy95wcxUd-H5eyzMn_J/s1600-h/padre+damaso+sandal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgSQUZaI2ZGEnCMCqfTzNgdZujzkqdK63xnB6xsfDG7HsJAzNr5cbooHnIJRsMkKoKVzvOsydu-3-GTuqUOBISSxyr8evYS3FLui8vlozQ_SS1iOM2sJvPyxBEXy95wcxUd-H5eyzMn_J/s400/padre+damaso+sandal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341284108572153058" /></a><br /><br />gotta love maria clara and sisa, they're so gurly in FB hahahachocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-66490128133816085022009-05-04T05:12:00.001-05:002009-05-04T05:14:12.165-05:00so cute!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"Charlie, that really hurt!" LOLchocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-42718871536007673942009-04-26T08:21:00.005-05:002009-04-26T08:32:14.129-05:00jackpot!best ukay-ukay find: PhP 5.00 <span style="font-weight: bold;">7 for all mankind</span> jeans<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeh0-FAU40gfN339Mzx3tM32S79TwuBVb9XcN8aauZTJ8RstlAD1qognbPegmf8z8qDCCxJblKuZ2GqJZveJetN23g9Bm908Uopb7sK6IaHGmkmeWsHmewRqvAYSiXxc90DIbM1A6tjRe/s1600-h/IMG_7555.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeh0-FAU40gfN339Mzx3tM32S79TwuBVb9XcN8aauZTJ8RstlAD1qognbPegmf8z8qDCCxJblKuZ2GqJZveJetN23g9Bm908Uopb7sK6IaHGmkmeWsHmewRqvAYSiXxc90DIbM1A6tjRe/s200/IMG_7555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328990395288279362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IAWs3YHMkG9rqgDVVn7zoP311zkpsAmE4P6G2kSka7x0Zl4GRz_8kR5ybj77j-X-mfvuqlKXYt7nP5z-1niX4NcT8umnJUQ6deisxdlScD0A_9XMwMut91Ozyauvq3HqPKCuPdLXZ3Iy/s1600-h/IMG_7556.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrqPWvuRGK27ua1aooNpIsPe6E0Ek-Vy4ah4YdjeIbHZB-Tmq8LIeLX5fcZcC_BfHWHvonaFW_wFRRgffM5vDnWxoefFQz3iGAGBRUoaXEs3B2gtPMA-SgpD8mVsZxRli3c1jzJeU5xBW/s200/IMG_7558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328991939659517970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />excuse the mess and the <span style="font-style: italic;">buy-on </span>;p<br /><br />i love the comfortable, not so tight/loose fit...low waist pa, yey!chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783983210574377759.post-54311930308711081072009-04-25T10:55:00.003-05:002009-04-25T11:37:05.430-05:00where the girls aremy mom is a retired public school teacher. since she's standing and writing most of the time during work, twice a month, she treats herself to a mani/pedi and depending on her mood she would let the stylist color/curl/cut her hair, too. <br /><br />i'd be sitting in a corner listening to the "girls" gossip and interact while being intoxicated with the smell of nail polish and hair products. i couldn't understand why my mom loved to go to the beauty parlor. for me a beauty parlor = teachers/senior citizens=BORING. she has this "suki" beauty parlor whose clientele are mostly teachers(both retired and not-retired) not the modern parlors in/beside the mall. i think the name of that parlor was "COEDS" and terok was the name of the gay stylist hehehe<br /><br />over the years, my mom and i tried the modern parlors inside the mall but she didn't like the environment. she feels they're too transactional, too many ka-ekekan with no warmth at all. i, too, missed the old-parlor-feel. <br /><br />we're happy we found tita norms. she's the owner of this little beauty parlor at the side of the street. the place's small size does not deter customers from coming in and enjoying the company of other customers while waiting for their turn. tita norms is the ringleader, telling funny stories and introducing customers left and right, building a connection with everyone. there's always laughter, smiles, and a relaxed atmosphere. <br /><br />twice a month, my mom and i now go to tita norms, greeting other "suki" customers by their first names, having our hands and feet pampered, and generally having bonding moments with the girls.chocoliyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670851374785972207noreply@blogger.com0