tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69439802622404763452024-03-26T07:03:37.999-07:00Bitter and sweet, and everything in betweenJasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-44493823286934889592009-06-29T16:15:00.000-07:002009-06-30T07:18:49.625-07:00Julia Roberts, My All-time Favorite ActressJulia Roberts is the first actress that will come to my mind when someone will ask me who my favorite actress is. Her <a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/">NOTHING HILL</a> movie will almost automatically play back at the back of my mind. This movie is the best Julia Robert film for me that I don't mind watching it all over again, and again. Of course, <span style="font-style: italic;">Pretty Woman, My Best Friend's Wedding</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Runaway Bride</span> is also on the top of my list of my favorite movies of her.<br /><br />But it is indeed Nothing Hill my most favorite. The movie made me fall in love again and again. And every time I watched the <a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/">film</a>, never minding whether it was on the hundreth time, or the thousandth(?!), it made me more interested about my favorite Julia.<br /><br />I got fascinated when the news broke that she got married at midnight(!) and in a very intimate, private affair, a very unpredictable event think how big celebrity Julia is. And even if I am not watching her in her films, I am always interested in everything about her.<br /><br />I was also having my own high of joy when she won Best Actress in her movie Erin Brockovich.<br /><br />Indeed I am a fan!<br /><br />One time, my Nothing Hill DVD broke and got frustrated when I couldn't find a copy of this. Thank heavens that somebody told me about <a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/">Direct Satellite TV</a>, a wonderful satellite TV, and I subscribed myself in no time at all. There I am able to watch my favorite films and as well as different shows. I even got to know what's happening on Julia Roberts life, behind the camera!<br /><br />I never regret subscribing at <a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/">Direct TV</a>. Even my husband and kid loved it. It has a wide variety of channel wherein we could watch our favorite movies, shows and news.<br /><br />Friends, please nominate me in the BEST OF THE BEST AWARD.<br />Thank you.Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-60515276908521255802009-05-18T11:05:00.000-07:002009-05-18T11:16:18.882-07:00Ravel Virtual studiosMy daughter is very much interested in music. That's why every opportunity she gets, she sings. At almost 4, I think that it is indeed the best time for her to hone her craft in singing. And I am thankful that a dear friend told me about this <a href="http://www.ravel-vs.com">virtual studio</a>.<br /><br />I browsed this site and found out that this will really a big help for my daughter. An original composition was given to her as a gift and through this <a href="http://www.ravel-vs.com">site</a>, we able to come up with a very good rendition of the composition. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>It seemed like we personally went to a an actual recording studio, complete with all of the things we need, including back-up singers! A state-of the art, very modern recording studio, I almost forgot it's virtual.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ravel-vs.com">Ravel Virtual Studio</a> is indeed one of the best things that happen in the Internet world. A simple song or composition made this site very exquisite to the listening ears. It sounds like very professional, very good. Indeed, like a masterpiece.<br /><br />More power!<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-68268661488171230982009-03-06T20:19:00.000-08:002009-03-06T20:51:25.951-08:00Thank you for all your prayers<span style="font-size:130%;"><br />to everyone who prayed for Althea...<br /><br />thank you all for your prayers. She successfully underwent (white) blood transfusion and after 9 days in the hospital, she is now already home.<br /><br />Praise God.</span>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-54168752070734488682009-02-24T08:11:00.000-08:002009-02-24T08:56:01.900-08:00Please pray for Althea<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SaQcwV0t2qI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YQZqiDZfCKw/s1600-h/mica+and+bebe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SaQcwV0t2qI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YQZqiDZfCKw/s320/mica+and+bebe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306397877766838946" border="0" /></a>Baby Althea and my daughter Mica<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">This is my niece Althea, who is 9 months old now. I wrote a post about her when she is almost a month old. For those who want to read my previous post, here's the <a href="http://jasmineesperanza.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-niece-althea.html">link</a>.<br /><br />We are happy that in the nine months that has passsed, though she has a few instances of having a hard time with her PDA case, she's still with us.<br /><br />but tomorrow, she will undergo a blood transfusion.<br /><br />So, I'm requesting everyone, if it's not asking too much, to please say a little pray for her.<br /><br />She's an angel to our family. she brings joy to everyone, equally the same as my daughter Mica who, at 3 years old now has a lot of tricks and never fail to bring a smile in my lips whenever she says "love you, Nanay". But that's another story.<br /><br />Althea is quite delayed in terms of locomotor development. but we perfectly understood why. The more important to us is that she's okay and never had a hard time catching her breath. And it is really a great pain to all of us whenever we see her in great physical pain.<br /><br />Her need to undergo blood transfusion is still a mystery to me. She has a congenital heart disease and I am yet to ask the doctors if it is related to her heart condition. meanwhile, I am asking everyone to please pray for her.<br /><br />As always, we believe in the power of prayer. It will do another miracle for her dear life.<br /><br />Thank you very much.<br /></span>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-79244694651971702602009-02-21T06:44:00.000-08:002009-02-24T08:00:24.807-08:00Pocketbooks for sale<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNeo%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} h2 {mso-margin-top-alt:auto; margin-right:0in; mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-outline-level:2; font-size:18.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <h2><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" >Hello to all Tagalog pocketbook lovers here and abroad!</span><o:p></o:p></span></h2> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">You can order the works of your favorite authors from this site:</span></span><b><i><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><i><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><i><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">
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But when Sunday came, she started to get violet especially when she cried. Her blood was tested and was first thought was she was having a hypoglycemia. Oxygen was also put on her to ease her breathing.<br /><br />Monday when she was rushed to Jose Reyes Hospital in Manila because her condition was worsen. She was very critical and we couldn't do anything but to pray for her. The following day, after she underwent 2d echo, the pedia cardiologist said she has Pulmonary Valve Artresia, and that she was also critical that very moment. they even told us to pray harder.<br /><br />It was heartbreaking. Imagine a four-day old baby with lots of IV's, heartbeat monitor, oxygen, respirator and other apparatus which I do not know the term for them.<br /><br />Being an INC member, we asked for our minister to pray over her. And thank God, right after the prayer, Althea became stable and the color, from blue to pink!<br /><br />Let me borrow the term to somebody who first said the rollercoster emotion but for the next two weeks, we had a ride in that.<br /><br />May 18 when she was discharged, exactly 14 days in the ICU. We were told to bring her to the Philippine Heart Center after 3 days, which we obediently did.<br /><br />It was another pressure for all of us. Whole day at the ICU made us weak emotionally and financially. Doctors there confirmed her condition and that she had to undergo stenting, a salvaging procedure and that when she get older, she would have an open-heart surgery. and what more, they even said, she has a fifty-fifty chance.<br /><br />and when Althea's parents, my brother and my sis-in-law decided to take that chance, another doctor, the consultant, I guess, said it would be difficult for Althea to survive the stenting and that it would also do no good for her. The doctor said it would even make her condition worse.<br /><br />and so, after another river of tears, we decided to leave the hospital.<br /><br />we were left with nothing but faith and hope in God. before going home, we went to the nearest INC chapel and asked for a prayer.<br /><br />it was the only strength we had after what the doctors said.<br /><br />At home, when I finally had the chance to go online, i sent mail to my e-group asking for prayers for Althea's recovery. I am graciously happy that there are lots of people who said they are praying for Althea. Thank you to all of you!<br /><br />Two days from now, Althea will be a-month old. We believed God healed her already.<br />Praise God.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">***picture of Althea will be posted later...</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-62668376619231299422008-05-04T09:32:00.000-07:002008-12-11T10:28:21.966-08:00Ilocos Trip 2008: Hidden Treasure Resort, PagudpudThe very first time I had been to Pagudpud was in 1999. With me are fellow authors MC and RT, male friend Jose Paolo who is now an author, too, and two lovely gals Cherry Lou and Sandra.<br /><br />We stayed at the resort which at this time, I couldn't recall the name, yaiks! but that is the resort beside Villa Del Mar.<br /><br />I was very excited then. It was the first time I came too close with the fine, white sand. Very much convinced that Saud Beach is indeed the Boracay of the North.<br /><br />The second time was in September 2004 when our family had a trip before I got married. Pabalate family, our host during that time brought us to Blue Lagoon, another part of the Pagudpud beach which is also breathtakingly beautiful. there was no resort in that area, just a little hut where we could put our things while we were enjoying the water all by ourselves! It felt like we had a piece of our very own paradise.<br /><br />This year, Yzel and Tyrone brought us to the Hidden Treasure Resort. Hidden, indeed, for I never thought there would be a resort after thrity minutes of driving on the rough road similar to the road in Kapurpurawan, nyehehehe!<br /><br />But when we got to the resort, we forgot the rough road automatically. It was another surprise for me. Pagudpud really has its pride in having beautiful beaches.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3qVckqYOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ocmOCTJKVq4/s1600-h/ht+cottage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3qVckqYOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ocmOCTJKVq4/s320/ht+cottage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196567199223537890" border="0" /></a>Hidden Treasure Resort cottage... really nice<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pOMkqYJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YuT5_PJOc0Q/s1600-h/ht+104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pOMkqYJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YuT5_PJOc0Q/s320/ht+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565975157858450" border="0" /></a>Father and daughter... their first time together in beach<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ng8kqYHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QJWE1goMdqk/s1600-h/ht+102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ng8kqYHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QJWE1goMdqk/s320/ht+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564098257150066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pOskqYKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XDqGmb9P_UE/s1600-h/ht+105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pOskqYKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XDqGmb9P_UE/s320/ht+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565983747793058" border="0" /></a>Mica... in her element!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pPskqYLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uBmB1iKrCNI/s1600-h/ht+106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pPskqYLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uBmB1iKrCNI/s320/ht+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196566000927662258" border="0" /></a>Mica and Ashtie Mela<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ngMkqYEI/AAAAAAAAATs/VSV22Mo6IFI/s1600-h/hidden+treasure+resort.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ngMkqYEI/AAAAAAAAATs/VSV22Mo6IFI/s320/hidden+treasure+resort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564085372248130" border="0" /></a>Lola Pining<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ngskqYFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vK0NoQtvqbE/s1600-h/hidden+treasure+resort,+pagudpud.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ngskqYFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vK0NoQtvqbE/s320/hidden+treasure+resort,+pagudpud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564093962182738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ngskqYGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-p8xKwosafg/s1600-h/htr+101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ngskqYGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-p8xKwosafg/s320/htr+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564093962182754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3nhskqYII/AAAAAAAAAUM/DOp5Pe7_1K8/s1600-h/ht+103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3nhskqYII/AAAAAAAAAUM/DOp5Pe7_1K8/s320/ht+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564111142051970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pQMkqYNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lz0kka_vly8/s1600-h/ht+108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pQMkqYNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lz0kka_vly8/s320/ht+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196566009517596882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pP8kqYMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ES2-OSIB9q8/s1600-h/ht+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3pP8kqYMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ES2-OSIB9q8/s320/ht+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196566005222629570" border="0" /></a><br />Yzel: "Let's go to our next stop!"<br /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-34058673862606319882008-05-04T08:59:00.000-07:002008-12-11T10:28:23.647-08:00Ilocos Trip 2008: Patapat BridgeThis is the Patapat Bridge. The road that joins the Ilocos Norte and Cagayan Valley Province.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hJskqYBI/AAAAAAAAATU/jGtwFuPKIBw/s1600-h/patapat+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hJskqYBI/AAAAAAAAATU/jGtwFuPKIBw/s320/patapat+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196557101755424786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ieckqYDI/AAAAAAAAATk/AoNo3DH9kfo/s1600-h/patapat+7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ieckqYDI/AAAAAAAAATk/AoNo3DH9kfo/s320/patapat+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196558557749338162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ieMkqYCI/AAAAAAAAATc/RuiQUe9IuAU/s1600-h/patapat+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3ieMkqYCI/AAAAAAAAATc/RuiQUe9IuAU/s320/patapat+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196558553454370850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hIMkqX9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8XTFuWm4xWE/s1600-h/patapat+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hIMkqX9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8XTFuWm4xWE/s320/patapat+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196557075985620946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hI8kqX-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/eTEYV1LKz14/s1600-h/patapat+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hI8kqX-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/eTEYV1LKz14/s320/patapat+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196557088870522850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hJMkqX_I/AAAAAAAAATE/Vn5o9Gx9yM8/s1600-h/patapat+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hJMkqX_I/AAAAAAAAATE/Vn5o9Gx9yM8/s320/patapat+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196557093165490162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hJckqYAI/AAAAAAAAATM/LIA9-SI47XI/s1600-h/patapat+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3hJckqYAI/AAAAAAAAATM/LIA9-SI47XI/s320/patapat+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196557097460457474" border="0" /></a>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-43697968430308103012008-05-04T07:49:00.001-07:002008-12-11T10:28:25.440-08:00Ilocos Trip 2008: Where is Kapurpurawan?On our way to Pagudpud, we saw this sign: KAPURPURAWAN, white rock formation.<br /><br />We all got curious, so Tyrone immediately took a turn following the signage.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PzckqX5I/AAAAAAAAASU/g4HKa1P2fY4/s1600-h/kp+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PzckqX5I/AAAAAAAAASU/g4HKa1P2fY4/s320/kp+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538027805663122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For the next minutes, we were amazed with the trees and grass that we saw.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PyMkqX1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/yw3VuerLIZA/s1600-h/kp+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PyMkqX1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/yw3VuerLIZA/s320/kp+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538006330826578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3Py8kqX3I/AAAAAAAAASE/qHVUm7-40LY/s1600-h/kp+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3Py8kqX3I/AAAAAAAAASE/qHVUm7-40LY/s320/kp+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538019215728498" border="0" /></a><br />We even joked, this is the road less traveled...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3TTskqX6I/AAAAAAAAASc/L7nJCKoTuXg/s1600-h/kp+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3TTskqX6I/AAAAAAAAASc/L7nJCKoTuXg/s320/kp+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541880391327650" border="0" /></a>The road seemed endless...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3TUMkqX7I/AAAAAAAAASk/ZVa7Rt853bg/s1600-h/kp+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3TUMkqX7I/AAAAAAAAASk/ZVa7Rt853bg/s320/kp+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541888981262258" border="0" /></a><br />We didn't see any human being. Just a group of goats that we had mistaken as a man riding in a bike from afar. but when we got near, we found out they were goats. Or ghost? that night, we discussed our trip there. We got goosebumps while arguing whether they were goats or man riding on a bike, nyay!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3TUckqX8I/AAAAAAAAASs/-QIp_BhVBgs/s1600-h/kp+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3TUckqX8I/AAAAAAAAASs/-QIp_BhVBgs/s320/kp+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541893276229570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, where is Kapurpurawan? We were looking for it for more than ten minutes and we hardly have an idea where we were heading to?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PyskqX2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/WExub1yz5vw/s1600-h/kp+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PyskqX2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/WExub1yz5vw/s320/kp+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538014920761186" border="0" /></a><br />Is this the Kapurpurawan?<br /><br />We really couldn't tell. Tyrone made a U-turn and we all decided to leave the place. It was getting scary.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PzMkqX4I/AAAAAAAAASM/HHTj3I7XFto/s1600-h/kp+7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB3PzMkqX4I/AAAAAAAAASM/HHTj3I7XFto/s320/kp+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196538023510695810" border="0" /></a>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-66776855664198018652008-05-03T22:09:00.001-07:002008-12-11T10:28:26.171-08:00Ilocos Trip 2008: Aqua Paradiso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1GSskqXwI/AAAAAAAAARM/KZ7PPd-NEAs/s1600-h/aqua+paradiso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1GSskqXwI/AAAAAAAAARM/KZ7PPd-NEAs/s320/aqua+paradiso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196386832071941890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We took a brief stop at Aqua Paradiso Resort, the place I more know as Paraiso ni Anton. I have been here some years back with my fellow writers Mc and RT, Jose Paolo, Cherrylou and Sandra. There was no resort then. Just the breathtaking view of rocks and sea water that remind me of little rapids.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1Hc8kqXzI/AAAAAAAAARk/HzeiMRjROiI/s1600-h/paraiso+ni+anton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1Hc8kqXzI/AAAAAAAAARk/HzeiMRjROiI/s320/paraiso+ni+anton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196388107677228850" border="0" /></a>Paraiso ni Anton<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1GS8kqXxI/AAAAAAAAARU/eaMGM_hb9Gc/s1600-h/aqua+paradiso+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1GS8kqXxI/AAAAAAAAARU/eaMGM_hb9Gc/s320/aqua+paradiso+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196386836366909202" border="0" /></a><br />Jordan & me and Y & Ty<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1GTMkqXyI/AAAAAAAAARc/SeUaT8SZ0nw/s1600-h/aqua+paradiso+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1GTMkqXyI/AAAAAAAAARc/SeUaT8SZ0nw/s320/aqua+paradiso+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196386840661876514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mica was not yet in the mood for picture-taking, but, Mommy and Mela were!<br /><br /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-58356320544057200442008-05-03T21:13:00.000-07:002008-12-11T10:28:28.763-08:00Ilocos Trip 2008: Cape Bojeador<span style="font-size:130%;">Our first stop was at the Cape Bojeador Lighthouse.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB07DskqXlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OVrgMB39XeE/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB07DskqXlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OVrgMB39XeE/s320/cape+bojeador+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196374479745998418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB07DskqXmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WZ_RKQhhwtI/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB07DskqXmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WZ_RKQhhwtI/s320/cape+bojeador+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196374479745998434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09e8kqXoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QADHvISvglI/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09e8kqXoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QADHvISvglI/s320/cape+bojeador+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196377146920689282" border="0" /></a>Mica and Lola Pining<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1ARMkqXvI/AAAAAAAAARE/z8qrikJoYVg/s1600-h/mica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1ARMkqXvI/AAAAAAAAARE/z8qrikJoYVg/s320/mica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196380209232371442" border="0" /></a><br />This was my second time to be in this place. And I was very excited because the first time I was there, we just pose for some souvenir pictures at the view deck and that wa sit. This time we got the chance to come inside and even took the stairs to reach the top of the lighthouse.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fMkqXpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/05r3GFvR0_0/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+group.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fMkqXpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/05r3GFvR0_0/s320/cape+bojeador+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196377151215656594" border="0" /></a>Yzel and Ty, my sis Mela (in blue), Mica and Lola<br />if you could see that gorgeous man in red, he's Jordan :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fckqXqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vActWAR3y5g/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fckqXqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vActWAR3y5g/s320/cape+bojeador+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196377155510623906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1ARMkqXuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ygQha9IY6g/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1ARMkqXuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ygQha9IY6g/s320/cape+bojeador+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196380209232371426" border="0" /></a><br />Yzel was very afraid. She stopped in the middle of the stairs and caught her breath. Jordan took Mica in his arms and continued to go up. Tyrone was the very first in line, excited like a little boy to find out what's on top.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1AQskqXtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6mkS_k-PeJQ/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1AQskqXtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6mkS_k-PeJQ/s320/cape+bojeador+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196380200642436818" border="0" /></a><br />I was giggling. My tummy was shaking becuase my cellulite has to work out involuntarily. He-he. I could not allow myself to miss the chance of seeing everything below while I was on top. And sorry, pardon my precious cellulites, I took flight and never stopped until I reached the peak.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fskqXsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VbT3o5OKtuQ/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fskqXsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VbT3o5OKtuQ/s320/cape+bojeador+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196377159805591234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fckqXrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pKMcPTE950I/s1600-h/cape+bojeador+109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB09fckqXrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/pKMcPTE950I/s320/cape+bojeador+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196377155510623922" border="0" /></a><br />the breathtaking view from the lighthouse. too bad, my lens got some dirt. :(<br /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-75176487519467264662008-04-24T06:01:00.000-07:002008-12-11T10:28:29.716-08:00Yzel, my cousin, my friendI met my cousin Yzelie in 2004, when we stayed at their hotel in Laoag for our honeymoon. And I'm glad that she was very warm and accomodating to us, because I first worried that she was otherwise.<br /><br />Well, she <span style="font-style: italic;">is </span>definitely NOT.<br /><br />She and her boyfriend then, Tyrone John, now her husband were very hospitable. They treated us iced coffee and then brought us to their favorite stall which sells the famous empanada.<br /><br />It was quite "bitin" because she had a duty then, working as a nurse in Mariano Marcos Medical Center in Batac. But we kept in touch through SMS and Internet chat. Once in a while we saw each other when she was in Manila.<br /><br />Sometime in 2006, she left for US and just came back for a short vacation in March this year, in time for her birthday. And this time, she and Tyrone treated us big time!<br /><br />We met again the following day she arrived in Manila. It was a short date for we had a plan of having a short stay in Ilocos before the end of March. And indeed, after the much awaited, date, we came to Laoag in March 26 at around 7 in the morning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB020MkqXeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9F9gGqAb2jI/s1600-h/rcj+mica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB020MkqXeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9F9gGqAb2jI/s320/rcj+mica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196369815411514850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1LPskqX0I/AAAAAAAAARs/I7kgWy8BeKk/s1600-h/nvh+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB1LPskqX0I/AAAAAAAAARs/I7kgWy8BeKk/s320/nvh+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196392278090473282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yzel and Tyrone had barely slept for they monitored our trip. And we were welcomed with a warm and sweet smile.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB021MkqXfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z0nazkoxPhY/s1600-h/nvh+shen%27s+cafe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SB021MkqXfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z0nazkoxPhY/s320/nvh+shen%27s+cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196369832591384050" border="0" /></a>Our first breakfast.<br />fried rice, daing na bangus, sunny side up eggs, longganisang Laoag and tomatoes<br />yummy!<br /><br /><br /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-18700398310881987342008-04-23T05:53:00.001-07:002008-12-11T10:28:33.373-08:00Subic Escapade 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83VckqXPI/AAAAAAAAANE/sBqIObwnhXQ/s1600-h/horizon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83VckqXPI/AAAAAAAAANE/sBqIObwnhXQ/s320/horizon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429736968215794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We spent the Holy Week in Subic for the second time around. The first time was in 2006 but that's another story, hehe. I can say we enjoyed it better this time. Mica is almost three years old and very excited to go swimming. In fact, she was not interested to play with her pail and sand molds. All she wanted to do was be in the water. The deeper, the better, more enjoyable for her, ohmigod!!!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83U8kqXNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XqbpgC_5cWs/s1600-h/getting+ready.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83U8kqXNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XqbpgC_5cWs/s320/getting+ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429728378281170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA87TskqXYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aMY4N-HOeGU/s1600-h/015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA87TskqXYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aMY4N-HOeGU/s320/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192434104949955970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She even went night swimming, ten pm till midnight!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80VskqXHI/AAAAAAAAAME/ySY4okLnFb4/s1600-h/006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80VskqXHI/AAAAAAAAAME/ySY4okLnFb4/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192426442728299634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA861MkqXVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aihLXmf7ivg/s1600-h/trip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA861MkqXVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aihLXmf7ivg/s320/trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192433580963945810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80WMkqXII/AAAAAAAAAMM/-hG4IXUMn30/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80WMkqXII/AAAAAAAAAMM/-hG4IXUMn30/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192426451318234242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And gets up at five in the morning, changed to her bikini and goes straight to the beach, again. (sigh)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA860ckqXSI/AAAAAAAAANc/0aPDC2IB1E0/s1600-h/so+excited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA860ckqXSI/AAAAAAAAANc/0aPDC2IB1E0/s320/so+excited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192433568079043874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83UckqXMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Llcd4WwjTRk/s1600-h/energetic+at+dawn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83UckqXMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Llcd4WwjTRk/s320/energetic+at+dawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429719788346562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm lost for words so I just uploaded more pictures for everyone to see.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA87TMkqXXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-HmmtHy1sdw/s1600-h/with+lolo,+lola+and+ashtie+mela.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA87TMkqXXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-HmmtHy1sdw/s320/with+lolo,+lola+and+ashtie+mela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192434096360021362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA87TMkqXWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/puWXbERiCGw/s1600-h/where+to.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA87TMkqXWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/puWXbERiCGw/s320/where+to.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192434096360021346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA860MkqXRI/AAAAAAAAANU/A_yIwHlHhCo/s1600-h/in+search+of+the+most+precious+ring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA860MkqXRI/AAAAAAAAANU/A_yIwHlHhCo/s320/in+search+of+the+most+precious+ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192433563784076562" border="0" /></a>Gem was looking for his ring... at one in the afternoon!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA8608kqXTI/AAAAAAAAANk/nrXr6aqbQ9g/s1600-h/still+searching.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA8608kqXTI/AAAAAAAAANk/nrXr6aqbQ9g/s320/still+searching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192433576668978482" border="0" /></a>Indeed, looking for that ring which, I guess, has monumental sentimental value! After two hours, he found it, at last.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA8608kqXUI/AAAAAAAAANs/wupKxsNvPXQ/s1600-h/trees+everywhere.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA8608kqXUI/AAAAAAAAANs/wupKxsNvPXQ/s320/trees+everywhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192433576668978498" border="0" /></a><br />Somewhere in Morong, inside SBMA<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83VckqXOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wX_Ah3uVvSs/s1600-h/go+cart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83VckqXOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wX_Ah3uVvSs/s320/go+cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429736968215778" border="0" /></a>the big boys went go-karting<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83VskqXQI/AAAAAAAAANM/4mUQHTjiuKI/s1600-h/horsie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA83VskqXQI/AAAAAAAAANM/4mUQHTjiuKI/s320/horsie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429741263183106" border="0" /></a>Mica was afriad to ride the horsie...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80WckqXLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YHai__B2e4U/s1600-h/cottage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80WckqXLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YHai__B2e4U/s320/cottage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192426455613201586" border="0" /></a>Nanay, Mica and Lolo Pabling<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80WckqXKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IVZT2IuKnGs/s1600-h/candid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA80WckqXKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IVZT2IuKnGs/s320/candid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192426455613201570" border="0" /></a>I'm very satisfied with our picture here. I think we're cute, he-he.<br /><br /><br /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-19289270360937589132008-04-22T20:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T10:28:33.802-08:00FILIPINOS, let us all vote to this!<span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Just yesterday, I heard in the radio, and later last night, I saw on TV about the <a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://www.new7wonders.com/">new seven wonders of the world.</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />I was amazed (and became proud, eventually) that there are places in the Philippines that became nominees in this worldwide search for the new</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> natural wonders. and why not? We indeed have lots of beautiful places we can always be proud of, especially if we learn how to preserve and take care the natural beauty of our nature.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />These are the Philippine wonders that now included in the ranking, as of April 23, 2008:<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA6z3ckqXFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HWsagbR2CZw/s1600-h/reef.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA6z3ckqXFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HWsagbR2CZw/s320/reef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285185548901458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/nature/en/nominees/asia/c/TubbatahaReefReef/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Tubbataha Reef</span></a> is an atoll coral reef in the Sulu Sea that belongs to the Philippines. It is a marine sanctuary protected as Tubbataha Reef National Marine Park. The reef is composed of two atolls, North and South Reefs. Each reef has a single small islet that protrudes from the water. The atolls are separated by a deep channel 8 kilometers wide. Over one thousand species, including many that are endangered, can be found at on the reef. These include manta rays, lionfish, tortoises, clownfish</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> and sharks.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA6z3skqXGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9ENYBPAa9I0/s1600-h/undergroud+river.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/SA6z3skqXGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9ENYBPAa9I0/s320/undergroud+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285189843868770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> <a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/nature/en/nominees/asia/c/PuertoPrincesa/">Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park</a> </span>is located about 50 km north of the city of Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Philippines. It features a limestone karst mountain landscape with an 8.2 km. navigable underground river. A distinguishing feature of the river is that it winds through a cave before flowing directly into the South China Sea. It includes major formations of stalactites and stalagmites, and several large chambers. The lower portion of the river is subject to tidal influences. The underground river is reputed to be the world's longest. At the mouth of the cave, a clear lagoon is framed by ancient trees growing right to the water's edge. Monkeys, large monitor lizards, and squirrels find their niche on the beach near the cave.<br /><br /><br />I guess the Mayon Volcano in Bicol and the Chocolate Hills in Bohol are also nominees.<br /><br />Fellow Filipinos, our vote on this will make us famous in the world again, on the positive side, he-he. And I believe it will make a big boost in our Tourism industry as well. Boto na tayo!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*pictures and descriptions of the sites are from the new7wonders website.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-2487336423533461552008-03-07T05:51:00.000-08:002008-03-07T06:12:20.175-08:00Maging Sino Ka Man, Book 2Exactly this moment, Maging Sino Ka Man Book 2 is airing in the Philippines. And I am bracing myself not to put the channel on 2. It's been a week since I stopped watching my most favorite TV show. I just couldn't take the scenes anymore. I hate that Monique (Bing Pimentel) died. And I hate it even more that Celine (Ann Curtis) is going to die. Or maybe, at this moment, she's dying on that show, geez...<br /><br />I know, I know, I might regret not watching the show. But my heart simply couldn't take it. I might have a heart attack. I am so attached with the show since Book 1 but I don't want to be next in line resting six feet below the ground.<br /><br />So I will just wait for the coming episodes where scenes will be lighter and I will be back watching it again.<br /><br />Sorry, Eli, Jackie, JB and Celine. I love you, guys.<br /><br />But I need to take care of my heart, too.Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-31238063754637788492008-03-01T20:41:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:28:34.882-08:00Wedding at Sto.Domingo, NE<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890492671252914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R81Z_Zpw2bI/AAAAAAAAALc/H_B6FBfAaYw/s320/aldine%26erelyn3+283.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />We covered a wedding at Sto. Domingo, NE last week, Sunday, February 24, 2008.<br /><br />It was a different wedding from the usual weddings we cover in Pampanga and nearby towns in our own town Cabiao.<br /><br />Although it was the usual barrio wedding, i was amazed at the their cultures in wedding which is very new to me.<br /><br />Their very own version of Kinasal Na Manok really amused me. I couldn't help took lots of pictures at those two chicken who were tied up with wire, necks strangled to make them look like this:<br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890501261187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R81Z_5pw2cI/AAAAAAAAALk/gWdNZzs8a6Y/s320/aldine%26erelyn3+195.jpg" border="0" /><br />It was sweet!<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890509851122130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R81aAZpw2dI/AAAAAAAAALs/MM0zHTKYyhs/s320/aldine%26erelyn3+191.jpg" border="0" /><br />but we joked: Kinasal na Manok or Sinakal na Manok???<br /><br />Whatever.<br /><br />These very sweet and romantic looking chickens have their royal place at the presidential table. They stood as the centerpiece, which they really deserved.<br /><br />The money dance was fun. I wish I had a money dance during my wedding, hehe. My mind became an instant calculator, watching those pieces of "Ninoy" and "Trio" (five hundred and one thousand pesos bill, respectively) pinned at their wedding dress one by one. The long line of "Etneb" (twenty pesos) brought large applause from the crowd when one of the ninangs wrapped the money at the newly weds. <p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890484081318306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R81Z-5pw2aI/AAAAAAAAALU/R1hybx709AA/s320/aldine%26erelyn2+080.jpg" border="0" /><br />It was a really fun wedding. And after my almost four years of marriage, I also got to meet Haidee again. My wedding emcee who was also the emcee of the said wedding.<br /><br />My only downside was I always become an emotional during weddings. sometimes I forgot that I have a work to do and got attached to the sermon. While taking pictures, my eyes became wet especially at the moment when parents give messages to their children. I really can't help it. I just dry my eyes discreetly. </p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890471196416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R81Z-Jpw2ZI/AAAAAAAAALM/NZ0RlnGs8YE/s320/aldine%26erelyn1+398.jpg" border="0" /><br />Otherwise, my co-photographers would laugh at me!<br /><br />To Aldine and Erelyn, congratulations and best wishes!</p><p> </p>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-25781008941707123772008-03-01T19:39:00.001-08:002008-03-01T19:50:42.787-08:00Salvador Men - AldrinFinally, my second installment for the Salvador Men is now approved. I cannot tell you the final title yet and even the date of its release. I will just keep you posted, guys.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Anyway, I can share you a part of the manuscript....</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Everything in her life was ordinary. Even her name. Anna dela Cruz. She thought she would be living her life that simple forever until she met Richmond Salvador. Pangalan pa lang nito ay mayaman na. And he was indeed rich. Extremely rich, extremely handsome, extremely arrogant. At dahil hindi niya masakyan ang pagiging arogante nito, sa unang engkuwentro nila ay hinampas niya ito ng malansang isda!</em><br /><br /><em>To his hometown, he was more popularly known as Aldrin Salvador. Pero sa isang pagkakataon kung saan siya naka-engkuwentro niya ang pinakamagandang tindera ng isda sa tanang buhay niya, ipinakilala niya ang sarili bilang Richmond Salvador, after all, his full name was Richmond Aldrin Salvador. At sa palagay niya, kakaiba ang engkuwentrong iyon. Bakit hindi, ngayon lang nangyari sa kanya na may babaeng naglakas ng loob na salubungin ang topak niya. At hinampas pa siya nito ng malansang isda!</em>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-38759384588181950682008-02-16T05:59:00.001-08:002008-02-16T06:26:42.441-08:00The 99 Club<em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is a forwarded email to me. I decided to post this to share to all of you.</span></strong></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> It's really ironic how people turn out this way... hope we could learn to'get out' of the "99 Club"... </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ARE YOU PART OF THE "99 CLUB"?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope not... But most of us, not knowingit,is a member of the Club!!Still wondering what I'm talking about?? Well, here's the story that goes along with the question above....... here's how it goes...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Long ago, there lived a King. This King should have been content withhislife, given all the riches and luxuries he had. However, this was not the case! The King always found himself wondering why he just neverseemed content with his life. Sure, he had the attention of everyonewherever he went, attended fancy dinners and parties, but somehow, he still felt something was lacking and he couldn't put his finger on it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">One day, the King had waken up earlier than usual and decided to stroll around his palace. He entered his huge living room and came to a stop when he heard someone happily singing away... following this singing... he saw that one of the servants was singing and had a very content look on his face.This fascinated the King and he summoned this man to his chambers. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The man, his servant, entered the King's chambers as ordered. The King askedwhy he was so happy. To this the man replied: "Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but I make enough of a living to keep my wife and children happy. We don't need too much, a roof over our head and warm foodto fill our tummy. My wife and children are my inspiration, they are content with whatever little I bring home. I am happy because my family is happy". </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hearing this, the King dismissed the servant and summoned his PersonalAssistant to his chambers. The King related his personal anguish abouthis feelings and then related the story of the servant to his PersonalAssistant, hoping that somehow, he will be able to come up with somereasoning that here was a King who could have anything he wished for at a snap of his fingers and yet was not contented, whereas, his servant, having so little was extremely contented. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Personal Assistant listened attentively and came to a conclusion. Hes aid "Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made partof The 99 Club". </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"The 99 Club? and what exactly is that?" the King inquired. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To which the Assistant replied, "Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, you will have to do the following:... .place 99 GoldCoins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep, you will then understand what The 99 Club is". </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">That very same evening, the King arranged for 99 Gold coins to be placed in bag at the servants doorstep. Although he was slightly hesitant and he thought he should have put100 Gold Coins in the bag, but since his assistant had advised him to put 99,that was what he did. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The servant was just stepping out of his house when he saw the bag at his doorstep. Wondering about its contents, he took it into his houseand opened the bag. When he opened the bag he let out a great big shout of joy.....Gold Coins.....so many of them. He could hardly believe it and he called his wife to show her the coins. He then took the bag to a table, emptied it out and began to count the coins. Doing so, he realized that there were 99 coins and he thought it was odd number so he counted again, and again and again only to come to the same conclusion.. .99 GoldCoins. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He began to wonder, what could have happened to that last 1 coin?For no one would leave 99 coins. He began to search his entire house, looked around his backyard for hours, not wanting to lose out on that one coin. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to make up for that 1 Gold coin to make his entire collection, an even 100 Gold Coins. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He got up the next morning, in an extremelyhorrible mood, shouting at the children and his wife for his bad mood, not realizing that he had spent most of the previous night conjuring ways of working hard so that he had enough money to buy himself that gold coin. He went to work as usual, only, not in his usual best mood, singing happily and whistling all day. He didn't even seem to notice that the King was watching him as he grumpily did his daily errands. Seeing the man's attitude change so drastically, the King was puzzled. He promptly summoned his assistant to his chambers. The King related his thoughts about the servant and once again, his assistant listened. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The King could not believe that the servant who until yesterday had been singing away and was happyand content with his life had taken a sudden change of attitude, eventhough he should have been happier after receiving the gold coins.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To this the assistant replied "Ah but your Majesty, the servanthas now officially joined The 99 Club." He explained: "The 99 Club is just a name given to those people who have everything but yet are never content, therefore they are always working hard and striving for thatextra1 to round it out to 100!We have so much to be thankful for and we can live with verylittlein our lives, but the minute we are given something bigger andbetter,we want even more! We are not the same happy contented person we used to be, we want more, and by wanting more, we don't realize the price we haveto pay for it. We lose our sleep, our happiness, we hurt the people around us, just as the price to pay for our growing needs and desires.That is what joining The 99 Club is all about."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hearing this, the King decided that from that day onwards, he was going to start appreciating all the little things in life. Striving for more is always good, but lets not strive so hard and for so much that we lose all those near and dear to our heart, we shouldn'tcompromise our happiness for moments of luxuries!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">By - Reshma Sakhrani </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your path straight." (Proverb 3:5-6)</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-77268256735105241462008-02-13T07:54:00.000-08:002008-02-16T04:34:57.894-08:00KC Concepcion in MMKWednesday night when I first watched MMK's teaser for this week's episode featuring KC Concepcion. And I was amazed watching KC's acting. Indeed, talent is in her blood. It was just a teaser but I was deeply touched and couldn't believe my eyes got wet with tears.<br /><br />Came Friday night, I sat in front of TV and eagerly waited for the said show. And I was really entertained, even cried again!<br /><br />The story was really touching and heartwarming.<br /><br />Plus, KC proved her self to be a genuine talent. I adrmired her ever since and now i became an instant fan.<br /><br />Congratulations! And to my favorite long-time drama series Maalaala Mo Kaya, more power!Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-40896421573396704672008-02-11T19:00:00.000-08:002008-02-11T19:18:30.305-08:00Salvador Men - Adrian<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Last month, I got depressed due to the negative feedback of the manuscript I passed at PHR. But I feel better now. I got a check, need to say more???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I cannot tell you the title yet but it’s about Adrian Salvador, the character frequently mentioned at my novel “the Wedding Gown Magic” and “Vicki”.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Adrian’s story also debuts the collection of stories of Salvador Men. I initially called them Salvador Brothers, although they are not literraly brothers but cousins, they are bonded closer than true blooded brothers.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> And since I’m already through with Adrian’s story, I’m now into my own mind debate as to which character would be in the next story. Maybe it will be Vince, Adrian’s older brother. Or maybe, it will be Aldrin. Well, I got six more gorgeous men who can be in the lead. So it could also be Zeke, Quiel, Ephraim or even Jethro.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I would like to mention my fellow writer Vanessa for helping me in her most special way. Hey, Van! Clock is ticking… I saved the date.</span> </div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-88368693826220599442008-02-10T06:24:00.000-08:002008-02-11T04:53:23.576-08:00Earn money online<span style="font-family:verdana;">Lately I became interested in joining the money maker online. And this one, the </span><a href="http://hits4pay.com/members/login.cgi?jasmineesperanza"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">hits4pay</span></strong></span></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">seemed the most realiable site. Come and join me. let's make money with minimal effort.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you, Weng. As always, you help me in this online earning opportunity.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-37893287072347091202008-02-02T04:32:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:28:35.811-08:00Precious Fans Day<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Precious Hearts Romances</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fans Day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">March 17, 2007</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Activity Center</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">SM San Lazaro</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160506320264474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53NKCCFr8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cq-8aZeT_kw/s320/695996412l.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160507054703882210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53N0yCFr-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/sPWyWHE33t4/s320/253368657l.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">PHR writers Sheena Rose, Claudia Santiago,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vanessa, me, Elizabeth McBride, Almira Jose,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Bernadette Licarte, Rose Tan and Laurice del Rio</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160506599437348818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53NaSCFr9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/v1dPb1HgF5k/s320/211520104l.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">with our Publisher Jun Matias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160510559397195762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53RAyCFr_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Qy0BF9nWC0k/s320/741515593l.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">with my friend Katrina, finally, we've met!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p></p>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-30588572453236354252008-02-01T08:05:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:28:35.989-08:00I Am A Writer<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><span style="font-size:0;">How I Started Writing?</span></i></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;">I attended the Precio</span><span style="font-size:130%;">us workshop bu</span><span style="font-size:130%;">t after the wo</span><span style="font-size:130%;">rkshop, I didn’t concentrate on writing. I was busy in other things. When I wrote my first book, it was out of desperation and vengeance. I resigned from my eight-to-five work and wanted to prove to some people that they are other ways of earning and they are not the only company in</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> this side of the world. I wanted to prove to few people that they can never put me down.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;">My first book was a disaster. The result was “for revision” but the three-page comment simply meant that it was as good as “reject”. I wrote another. It was for revision again but she told me I made a lot of improvements. My third book was finally approved in the first reading. That was <i>Just Mine</i>.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R5tdCSCFrfI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/i868cf_M_Is/s1600-h/justmine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159820091864755698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R5tdCSCFrfI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/i868cf_M_Is/s320/justmine.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)">After my book </span><i style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)">Just Mine, </i><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)">I felt a little confidence</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"> that I can really write. I wrote </span><i style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)">Sometimes You Just Know, </i><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)">which eventually became a series, my very first series. It was not intended to become a series but having a series that time was a fad and I thought of giving it a try.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;">But writing was never easy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)">For me, it is a work that I really need to exert lots of effort. And that was the time that I was still studying to earn a college degree while I was also working in another eight-to-five job. I had a little time for writing but it was also the time that I feel my “calling” in writing was so strong. So no matter how much little time left for me, I found time to sit down and touch my typewriter. Oh, yes, computer was only for rich people during that time.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Three manuscripts and alas, I able to save bucks to buy my very first, 386 PC. I quit my job in the office and made my writing support my last year in college. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)">After graduation, I was told to find a job related to my course. But I prefered to write. So I didn’t even take a glance on the ads paper but did long hours of sitting down and jumbling letters in the keyboard to produce manuscripts.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span>After a year of doing nothing but writing, I decided to give it a try. Applying in an office job, I mean. But it made me so bored that while I was waiting for my turn to be interviewed, my mind was wandering on what plot I was going to write the next minute I get back on my computer.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)">So I wrote again. Summer is the best time for me. Rainy days makes me so lazy that all I wanna do is sit down and read</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span>Ideas came from anything and everything. It could come from eavesdropping, hehe! Or from watching a movie or reading another book. Sometimes, even a one line from someone I was talking with could give me an idea on what to write.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)">But mental block also hits me, from time to time.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)">This time, yes, I’m into mental block.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span>For the meantime, through this blog, I share with you bits and pieces of every manuscript I wrote.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">Blogging, let’s rock and roll!</span><o:p style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"></o:p></span></p>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943980262240476345.post-12595446910867322102008-01-28T04:06:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:28:36.928-08:00Ask Me...<div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Ask Me…<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">What is Love?</span><br />Love isn’t something that needs permission to happen. It’s a feeling too strong and powerful to ignore. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">Why do we fall in love?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The experience makes us feel completely alive where every senses is heightened, every emotions is magnified, every reality is shattered and we are all flying in the heavens. It may only last for a moment, an hour or an afternoon but that doesn’t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we will treasure for the rest of our lives. <em>(The Mirror Has Two Faces)</em> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160521932470595698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53bWyCFsHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dhLiGGbp3Bg/s320/3353213299.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;">Cried during a Movie?<br /></span>Yes, in the movie A League of Their Own starring Tom Hanks, Ginna Davis and Madonna. The reunion scene made me cry…<br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">Own a car?</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes. Red Ferrari, Silver BMW, Black Jaguar. In my dreams...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">Do I believe in long engagement?<br /></span>My answer goes like this. I met my husband in December 2003. We were officially on in Feb 1 the following year. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160520158649102402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53ZviCFsEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QgSyPwvaJ9g/s320/16263028941402l.jpg" border="0" />We got married in November 2004, less than a year after we met. We don’t regret it. We ARE happy. Especially now that we have in our lives the most precious little one. Jamaica Pablita, our honeymoon baby.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160520167239037026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53ZwCCFsGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iRfcAIvnZQQ/s320/436977171l.jpg" width="269" border="0" /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160520167239037010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPtkUfo6Pgo/R53ZwCCFsFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N04L16GHDn8/s320/28595432749328l.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14504895735646116250noreply@blogger.com1