<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434</id><updated>2009-02-20T16:16:04.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Beauty</title><subtitle type='html'>I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
average every day sane psycho Super Goddess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112363590042397492</id><published>2005-08-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:05:00.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/1004/1600/00000002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/1004/320/00000002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eeew look at the pink stuff on my cheeks! Na irritate haha! Combine the sea and sun, voila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112363590042397492?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112363590042397492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112363590042397492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112363590042397492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112363590042397492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/08/eeew-look-at-pink-stuff-on-my-cheeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112363572376944309</id><published>2005-08-09T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:02:03.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/1004/1600/lost%20girl%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/1004/320/lost%20girl%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112363572376944309?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112363572376944309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112363572376944309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112363572376944309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112363572376944309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112363219768976046</id><published>2005-08-09T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:03:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend requested me to talk about my clients. Everyday I meet different kinds of people. May cute, HUNK, ewan, mabango, hmmm, polite, maangas, bata, matanda, matangkad, tama lang, pandak, payat, mataba, lean, macho, singkit, bilog, dilat, at kung anu-ano pa. May Asians, African Americans, Europeans, and of course Americans. Ang daming gwapong Europeans tapos yung accent pa nila ang sarap sa tenga. Boses pa lang ulam na harharhar. May mga Pilipino rin akong nakikilala. Minsan may nagpuntang couple kasama ang babae nilang anak. Para naman akong baliw kasi tuwang-tuwa ako't Pilipino sila kaya super smile naman ako sa kanila. Filipino ang gamit nilang salita siyemps ang lukaret masaya kasi naiintindihan ko sila pero hindi nila alam hehehe. Finally, napansin ng wife na mega ngiti ako kaya nagtanong siya kung Pinay ba ako. Proud Pinay I said. Sabi niya nagdadalawang isip siyang tanungin ako ng una kasi hindi daw ako mukhang Filipina...nyek nyek nyek. Hindi ako natuwa pero hindi nasira ang mood ko. Hindi ko naman sila masisisi. I look hispanic/latina according to people kaya naman araw-araw eh may mga bigla na lang nagsasalita ng spanish hindi nila alam I don't understand a damn word. Anyways back to the Filipino family, eh di ayun chika-chika na kami. Pagkatapos ko silang tulungan nagbayad na sila. Chika pa kami ng konti. Tinanong ko kung only child lang ba yung bata, sabi nila hindi. May dalawa daw silang binata pero hindi daw sumama sa kanila...hmmm. Tapos tinanong ako ni Carol, yung wife, kung laging ganun daw ba ang oras ko sa work. Sabi ko iba-iba po. I didn't expect the next words: "&lt;em&gt;Ah ganun ba...dadalhin ko sana ang mga binata ko para makilala ka&lt;/em&gt;". Whapak! I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga lalakeng nagpupunta naman lagi pero walang binibili. In other words, inaaksaya lang ang oras ko. Yung tipong maraming itatanong, titingnan tapos pagkalipas ng 30 mins tatanungin ko kung interesado ba sila eh biglang sasabihin na tumitingin-tingin pa lang sila. Nyek, waste of time and energy. Buti sana kung sa susunod na makita ko ang pagmumukha nila eh sold! ang sasabihin ko pero hindi pa rin. Babalik sila para guluhin lang uli ako't aksayahin ang oras ko. Kaya tuwing bumabalik sila, I go as far away as possible hehehe! Or look busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things I learned in my job is that men are helpless without women. THEY NEED US. My gas. May mga customers na pumupunta mag-isa oh di kaya kasama ang mga asawa o girlfriends nila. Mas madaling kausap yung mga walang kasamang babae kasi ako lang ang pakikinggan nila. Ako ang papipiliin at pag sinabi kong "Oh that looks good on you" o "That suit is perfect for you" chuvalens eh naniniwala naman sila. It's amazing how these men seek  my approval before they actually consider. Now, men who shops with women is another thing. Let's say with a girlfriend. Sometimes I get mean looks from women when I get a bit close with their men or if the guy seeks praise from me. The girlfriend gives the GO and if she doesn't likes it, next. Hmm. The girl picks everything and the guy just goes along. Now men with their wives. The wife chooses and picks everything. She also says what he should buy. Most men don't really shop and they only do it coz they need to like if they're going to a wedding or some formal event. Of course, us women are masters in shopping that's why men let their wives do the choosing. Minsan ayaw na ng lalake pero wala siyang magawa dahil sinabi ng babae. Kaya pag ganyan, ang dapat kausap eh ang babae.  Yung babae ang ligawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaloka ba? Minsan. Shopping pa lang yan pero lost na ang mga lalake paano pa kaya sa ibang mga bagay? Hehehe. They do need us to survive in this jungle called life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112363219768976046?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112363219768976046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112363219768976046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112363219768976046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112363219768976046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/08/friend-requested-me-to-talk-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112362870393185168</id><published>2005-08-09T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:05:03.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yikes, sobrang tagal kong hindi nag-online. Ang dami-dami nang nangyari hindi ko na alam kung ano oh alin ang ilalagay ko dito. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nagka-crush ako kay Superfly pero mabilis ding nawala&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swim at La Jolla Shores at least once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met a hottie Chinese guy. I felt like I was zapped back to high school coz I was acting really weird. I was flushed and I couldn't stop from smiling the whole time we were talking...I bet I looked like a dork. Anyways, it was just a one time thing since he lives in LA and he's only 16 years old. Hahaha! Alam ko na iisipin niyo, corrupting a minor. Yucky ba? Harharhar. Hmmm someday na lang when the fruit is ripe. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to LA tom with people at work. Convention thingy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most wonderful thing that happened to me last week: I talked with my nephews and neice on the phone! Haay, nakakataba talaga ng puso. They were telling me all about their field trips in school, things they bought at the new mall they went to, and all the stuff we used to talk about at home. Si Darling kinuwento sa akin yung grades niya, her new shoes, teachers, and dengue. Edross was really animated about the butterflies they saw, his new toy, his next field trip (can you believe it? they have two field trips! unfair! I only had one each year when I was their age hehehe), and I almost cried when he told me they passed by my condo. He said he misses sleeping there and swimming in the pool...I miss it all too. I miss them sooo much, my "independent" life there, my friends, jeepneys, tricycles, yung mga tindahan sa bawat kanto, haaay I just miss everything. And then he told me I should go home now...I thought I heard my heart break. Sabi pa niya: "Mama Heart kelan ka uli babalik dito?", I didn't know what exactly to answer so I just said "I'm coming home soon baby and I'll buy you a new condo with a pool too." I guess he was satisfied with my answer coz he replied: "Ok, I love you Mama Heart" then he gave the phone back to Darling who continued talking about school and dengue. They also gave the phone to Peddy Boy who's turning 2 this September. I could hear him laugh like crazy on the phone! I feel terrible whenever I'm reminded of the fact that I would miss his childhood. I wouldn't be there for the kids physically but I will always be in their hearts. I love those kids so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shopped a few things but it's not for me. It's for my brother ( =&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm beginning to like San Diego more and more each day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I plan to resign and give my two weeks notice this Friday at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm on the hunt for a better job. Haay it also means going to shitty interviews again...or not. Hehehe bahala na&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not in a chronological order hehe zensya na. Until next posting. Muah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112362870393185168?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112362870393185168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112362870393185168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112362870393185168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112362870393185168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/08/yikes-sobrang-tagal-kong-hindi-nag.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112243986362771794</id><published>2005-07-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:52:37.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Kind of Life</title><content type='html'>While reading my mails and ordering something from V. Secret, this song played on the radio just a couple of seconds ago. It's one of my favorite No Doubt songs so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I was in love&lt;br /&gt;Not only in love, I was obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With a friendship that no one else could touch&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm covered in shells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanted was the simple things&lt;br /&gt;A simple kind of life&lt;br /&gt;And all I needed was a simple man&lt;br /&gt;So I could be a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;I've been so mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it got to this point&lt;br /&gt;I always was the one with all the love&lt;br /&gt;You came along, I'm hunting you down&lt;br /&gt;Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanted was the simple things&lt;br /&gt;A simple kind of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we met tomorrow for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;Would it start all over again?&lt;br /&gt;Would I try to make you mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I'd be a mom&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish for a mistake&lt;br /&gt;The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get&lt;br /&gt;You seem like you'd be a good dad&lt;br /&gt;Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life&lt;br /&gt;How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?&lt;br /&gt;A selfish kind of life&lt;br /&gt;When all I ever wanted was the simple things&lt;br /&gt;A simple kind of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112243986362771794?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112243986362771794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112243986362771794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243986362771794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243986362771794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/simple-kind-of-life.html' title='A Simple Kind of Life'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112243893677831005</id><published>2005-07-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:35:36.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea, Sand, and Sushi</title><content type='html'>I had an almost perfect day. Woke up late, had brunch with mommy and surfed the shows on t.v. while munching a chocolate bar after. Around 4 p.m. I dragged my sister off the bed to the beach! The road was really busy, yeah may traffic din dito hehehe, we had to take an alternative route to La Jolla Shores. When I smelled the salty sea breeze I got so excited it's amazing I didn't run straight to the water! The seashore isn't as beautiful as the ones we have in Romblon or at other beaches in the Phil but it doesn't matter, I missed swimming in the sea so much! The sun is gray mixed with mud. There were lots of people too playing in the water and just soaking under the sun. We just dropped our bags and then went to the water. I wish I had a surfing board with me (as if naman marunong haha!) coz the waves were quite strong. My sister and I had so much fun in the water and in the sand even if we barely stayed for an hour. Natatakot kasing mangitim ang lukaret kaya nagyaya kaagad. Ok lang, babalik uli kami next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the shops near the beach and checked out their stuffs. After that we went to the Japanese Restaurant across the street. We were soaked but who cares; we sat in front of the sushi cheffs coz they were calling us ( cute yung isang cheff) and I was also hoping that I could watch them do their thing. The chairs were too low, their table was high, and I'm petite, in other words I didn't see a thing. Anyways, since it's a Jap Resto we assumed they were Japanese. My sister spoke to them in Japanese but to our surprise the guy didn't understand her. It turned out they're Koreans...hehehe. We talked to the cheffs while eating. The food was really, really good. One of the cheffs told us that he'll make us sushi next time so we promised that we're coming back. Bummer I was beginning to shiver so we had to rush off. Before getting inside the car I took off my skirt coz I didn't want to get the seat wet so I drove home in my bikini ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112243893677831005?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112243893677831005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112243893677831005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243893677831005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243893677831005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/sea-sand-and-sushi.html' title='Sea, Sand, and Sushi'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112243770348503603</id><published>2005-07-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:15:03.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm beginning to develop a crush on Mr.Superfly guy. Whenever we talk, I just keep on staring at his eyes and his long lashes. I don't like his perfume but it's not bad either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112243770348503603?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112243770348503603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112243770348503603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243770348503603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243770348503603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-im-beginning-to-develop-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112243756370580936</id><published>2005-07-26T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:12:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You want to know something weird? I'm afraid of cops. Whenever I'm driving and I see a police car I get so anxious that I end up committing mistakes sometimes! Grrr! Just like last Saturday night, my sister asked me if we could drop by this Korean store where they sell original Dior &amp; LV bags for very, very low prices. I told her it's dark in that area and I really don't know the place that well we might get lost. Eventually I gave in so at 10 p.m. we were driving along the dark road of Convoy St. while my sister was giving directions how to get there. My sister has a terrible sense of direction I'm telling you. She was confusing me and to make matters worse the car dipped and bumped on pavement coz I didn't see the deep part of the road since it was dark. Darn. I was already mad coz we still couldn't find the store when I saw a police car to the right. The light turned red. At first I didn't catch his attention. When it was time to go I drove ahead of him, not fast, but I kinda freaked out when I saw him behind me and then his lights signalled me. Uh-oh. What did I do wrong??? He went out of his car and approached me. He asked for my driver's license and then I said, "We're lost officer. Could you please help us find what we're looking for?" He said I was driving along the lane for left turns only. Hehehe stupid mistake. I told him I was looking to my left because we were looking for this Asian store and that I didn't notice I was in the wrong lane. My heart was beating so fast! Luckily the officer didn't give me a ticket and he even gave the CORRECT directions! At the parking lot I screamed at my sister. I know I'm bad but I was really furious and relieved at the same time. I stayed in the car while I waited for her and when she returned she didn't have the bag with her coz the store was already closed. When we got home I went straight to the bathroom and took a long, hot bath to cool me down. I felt so much better after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like cops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112243756370580936?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112243756370580936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112243756370580936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243756370580936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112243756370580936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-want-to-know-something-weird-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112209215481248388</id><published>2005-07-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:21:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang ganda ng buwan kagabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako tuwing may nakikita ako't nakakausap na Pinoy dito. Iba ang pakiramdam kung may nakikita akong kababayan, parang malapit na rin ako sa Pinas. Namimiss ko na talaga ang Pilipinas kahit saksakan ng init at gulo ngayon doon. Kung pwede lang umuwi ginawa ko na. Haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami kong cute na mga kliyente kanina. Yung pinaka huli kong client mukhang model at ang tamis ng ngiti kaya kahit pinahirapan niya ako ng kaunti eh keribelles na rin. Medyo magulo kasing kausap at pabagu-bago ang isip, gusto pa yata eh binobola at nginingitian ng husto...charot hehehe. Haay nakakaaliw minsan ang mga kliyente, may mga nakakasuya rin. Nagsasawa na ako sa mga pagmumukha nila. Wehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112209215481248388?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112209215481248388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112209215481248388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112209215481248388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112209215481248388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/ang-ganda-ng-buwan-kagabi.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112191553005455779</id><published>2005-07-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:12:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin B Sent Me This:</title><content type='html'>1. I can see your point, but I still think you'refull of sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll betit's hard to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;3. How about never? Is never good for you?&lt;br /&gt;4. I see you've set aside this special time tohumiliate yourself in public.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm really easy to get along with once youpeople learn to see it my way.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave amessage&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.&lt;br /&gt;9. It sounds like English, but I can't understanda word you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited usagain...&lt;br /&gt;11. I like you. You remind me of myself when I wasyoung and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;12. You are validating my inherent mistrust ofstrangers.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have plenty of talent and vision; I justdon't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape overyour mouth.&lt;br /&gt;15. I will always cherish the initialmisconceptions I had about you.&lt;br /&gt;16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challengedby your unique point of view.&lt;br /&gt;17. The fact that no one understands you doesn'tmean you're an artist.&lt;br /&gt;18. Any connection between your reality and mineis purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;19. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;21. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot ofKarma to burn off.&lt;br /&gt;22. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?&lt;br /&gt;23. Do I look like a people person?&lt;br /&gt;24. This isn't an office. It's hell withfluorescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;25. I started out with nothing &amp; still have mostof it left.&lt;br /&gt;26. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.&lt;br /&gt;27. If I throw a stick, will you leave?&lt;br /&gt;28. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;29. Whatever kind of look you were going for, youmissed.&lt;br /&gt;30. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;31. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.&lt;br /&gt;32. Can I trade this job for what's behind door #1?&lt;br /&gt;33. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.&lt;br /&gt;34. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?&lt;br /&gt;35. Chaos, panic, &amp;amp; disorder! My work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;36. How do I set a laser printer to stun?&lt;br /&gt;37. I thought I wanted a career; turns out I justwanted a salary.&lt;br /&gt;38. Who lit the fuse on your tampon?&lt;br /&gt;39. Oh I get it... like humor... but different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112191553005455779?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112191553005455779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112191553005455779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112191553005455779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112191553005455779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/twin-b-sent-me-this.html' title='Twin B Sent Me This:'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112190520058055161</id><published>2005-07-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:20:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kainis. Sobrang init kanina bago ako umalis ng bahay! Pakiramdam ko unti-unti akong natutunaw kaya naman ang suot ko eh flowing pink tube top at naka mini skirt pa ako. After two hours nang pagliliwaliw dito sa tabi-tabi, aba biglang nagdilim ang langit at medyo umaambon pa. Lumalamig na rin ang ihip ng hangin at mukhang mangangatog na ako sa lamig maya-maya. Buhay nga naman oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos isang linggo kong hindi nabasa ang mga e-mails ko at hindi rin ako nakapag blog. Lagi kasi akong pagod tsaka kung anik-anik naman ang pinaggagagawa namin ni Pye at Mommy pag free ako. Pansamantalang nagbalik sa dati ang relasyon naming tatlo. Masaya naman ako kasi nagagawa uli namin ang kulitan, tuksuhan, tsismisan, at marami pang iba na matagal naming hindi nagawa. I just wonder how long this will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened since last week. I was driving with my mom last Saturday at 9:30 p.m., we were going to pick up my sister when the car suddenly skidded to the right side and it was so hard to control the car. Thank God there were no cars behind me and there were no pedestrians too. I had to stop at somebody's driveway to check what was wrong. I drove back home slowly. Buti na lang hindi pa kami nakakalayo. Nang pinaayos ko, nyek ang brake pala ang problema. Wala na yung brake patch kaya pumapalya na. Jaske, it terrified me when I realized that I could have been in an accident and what tears me apart is that my mom was with me. I don't think I could forgive myself if I hurt anybody especially a family member. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post again, I forgot what I really wanted to say. Tumawag na kasi ang kapatid ko't nagpapasundo. Nagpapasama sa akin ang lukaret hindi ko alam kung saan. Kung wala ako sa work, driver naman ako. I'm not complaining ha...not yet. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112190520058055161?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112190520058055161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112190520058055161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112190520058055161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112190520058055161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/kainis.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112138237414791124</id><published>2005-07-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:06:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept with a smile on my lips last night and feeling very, very thankful to God, my friends and Pye. When I woke up at 8:30 a.m. I even caught myself chuckling softly. I was laughing so much in my dream at a class project that has gone berserk. I was still smiling when I opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream. I haven't been like this for some time. I felt so light, happy, and still very thankful. Before snuggling between the sheets at 3 a.m. this morning (after scribbling a few things in my organizer which took me two hours to do), I texted three people to spread the good news. The shadow has passed and I'm walking on sunshine again. I don't know how it happened, I just snapped out of it. That's why I am very, very, very thankful to God who never fails me in anything; to my friends who walked me through the fire; and to my sister who backs me up at all times and loves even the crappy me ( = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll always end and start a day this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112138237414791124?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112138237414791124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112138237414791124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112138237414791124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112138237414791124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/slept-with-smile-on-my-lips-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112130636052965498</id><published>2005-07-13T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:59:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my hair done today. I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home right now. I'm just hanging out with Pye and fooling around with her here at Kinko's where I am also checking my Friendster account since I can't open that site at home. Darn pc. Anyways I got to go, I'm picking up my mom from work in thirty minutes. Besides, using the internet here is quite expensive. 20 cents a minute! Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I don't feel good. I feel great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112130636052965498?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112130636052965498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112130636052965498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112130636052965498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112130636052965498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-my-hair-done-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112130554634591297</id><published>2005-07-13T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:45:46.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS 2</title><content type='html'>Here's another song that's played for a couple of times in a day at work. The words are just playing in my mind, might was well post it here ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Where the Story Ends&lt;br /&gt;by the Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;I can see how people look down, they're on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;People I see, weary of me showing my good side&lt;br /&gt;I can see how people look down&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;Ooh here's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that little souvenir of a terrible year&lt;br /&gt;Which makes my eyes feel sore&lt;br /&gt;Oh I never should have said, the books that you read&lt;br /&gt;Were all I loved you for&lt;br /&gt;It's that little souvenir of a terrible year&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder why&lt;br /&gt;And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy I know, places I go&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;I can see how people look down&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;Ooh here's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that little souvenir of a terrible year&lt;br /&gt;Which makes my eyes feel sore&lt;br /&gt;And who ever would've thought the books that you brought&lt;br /&gt;Were all I loved you for&lt;br /&gt;Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed&lt;br /&gt;I know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing I ever really wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that little souvenir of a colourful year&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me smile inside&lt;br /&gt;So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;Ooh here's where the story ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112130554634591297?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112130554634591297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112130554634591297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112130554634591297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112130554634591297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/lss-2.html' title='LSS 2'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112124469111231252</id><published>2005-07-13T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:04:57.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>This song's video is played over and over again at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven bent to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And lead me through the fire&lt;br /&gt;Be the long awaited answer&lt;br /&gt;To a long and painful fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I've tried my best&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;I got caught up in all there was to offer&lt;br /&gt;And the cost was so much more than I could bear.&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen&lt;br /&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;br /&gt;I am messed up&lt;br /&gt;Better I should know&lt;br /&gt;So don't come round here&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all begin with good intent&lt;br /&gt;Love was raw and young&lt;br /&gt;We believed that we could change ourselves&lt;br /&gt;The past could be undone&lt;br /&gt;But we carry on our backs the burden&lt;br /&gt;Time always reveals&lt;br /&gt;The lonely light of morning&lt;br /&gt;The wound that would not heal&lt;br /&gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything&lt;br /&gt;That I have held so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen&lt;br /&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;br /&gt;I am messed up&lt;br /&gt;Better I should know&lt;br /&gt;So don't come round here&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112124469111231252?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112124469111231252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112124469111231252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112124469111231252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112124469111231252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112114823229985659</id><published>2005-07-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:03:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pinaglalaruan yata ako ng tadhana...( =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112114823229985659?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112114823229985659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112114823229985659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112114823229985659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112114823229985659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/pinaglalaruan-yata-ako-ng-tadhana.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112114680435980002</id><published>2005-07-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:06:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of my friends are probably waiting to see pictures of me bulging at all the wrong places. Sorry to disappoint you guys but it's the opposite. I'm losing weigth so fast that I'm a little bit scared myself coz it isn't healthy and I might get myself sick. For your information I am not doing this on purpose. Ever since I started working my eating habits became worse. I don't have breakfast and when I'm at work I can't eat lunch. I'm always in a rush every morning so I wont be late for my darn work which leaves me no time to eat breakfast. I usually have lunch late in the afternoon and by the time I'm free to grab a bite I already lost my appetite. Besides (the true reason), I hate eating all by myself. Any food when eaten alone isn't good for me. Mas pipiliin ko ang daing at kamatis basta may kasama akong kumain. Hinda ba mas masarap naman talagang ngumuya kapag may kakwentuhan at katawanan ka sa hapag kainan? Pag uwi ng bahay tsaka na lang ako kumakain kung saan minsan kakulitan ko pa ang kapatid ko na nang-aagaw ng ulam o si Reina na nagpapapansin sa ilalim ng lamesa; o di kaya'y kakwentuhan si Mommy o Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do during lunch? I go up at the top most deck and sit under the sun near the flowers. For an hour I would just stare at nothing and think, think, and think. Sometimes I call my sister and chat with her for a little while. It's also my time to text my friends who are in the Philippines. Tomorrow I might bring a notepad and pen with me so I could scribble some of my thoughts and probably draw a figure or two ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be a lovely evening. The moon looks beautiful. Ang tagal ko ring hindi napagmasdan ang buwan. Maybe I would think of Luna tomorrow. Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112114680435980002?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112114680435980002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112114680435980002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112114680435980002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112114680435980002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-of-my-friends-are-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112103569350286634</id><published>2005-07-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:48:13.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Isang Kaibigan</title><content type='html'>Maraming salamat. Pagbalik ko, magtatawanan at magkukwentuhan muli tayo. Ihanda mo na ang adobo ( =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112103569350286634?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112103569350286634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112103569350286634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112103569350286634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112103569350286634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/sa-isang-kaibigan.html' title='Sa Isang Kaibigan'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112089187546701091</id><published>2005-07-08T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:44:00.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers Insurance</title><content type='html'>At last, no more sneaking! I can officially drive. Wehehe. Yesterday I got my insurance that's why they are not that afraid anymore. Mga tayaw hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the only guy I haven't seen yet at work, his name is Al and he's like a grandfather to me. I am the youngest in the group, baby? Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112089187546701091?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112089187546701091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112089187546701091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112089187546701091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112089187546701091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/farmers-insurance.html' title='Farmers Insurance'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112089111039494714</id><published>2005-07-08T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:38:30.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You may laugh out loud in the future at something you're eating your heart out over today. We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations."&lt;br /&gt;-Charles R. Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who the guy is but I so, so agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not want to tell me what I need to know and you may be causing me pain right now but it'll soon be over. This will only make me stronger and wiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday my friends and I might talk about this experience over a cup of coffee or a glass of coke and Mcdo fries. I can already imagine the loud laughter we'll create. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112089111039494714?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112089111039494714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112089111039494714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112089111039494714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112089111039494714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-may-laugh-out-loud-in-future-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112076163453260083</id><published>2005-07-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:40:34.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of Your Life</title><content type='html'>I was talking with a friend a couple of hours ago when this video played. I like this song and if I'm not mistaken my friend Ann loves this too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Greenday - Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. &lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. &lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. &lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. &lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. &lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, it was worth all the while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have the time of my life. Live life to the fullest ( =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112076163453260083?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112076163453260083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112076163453260083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112076163453260083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112076163453260083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-of-your-life.html' title='Time of Your Life'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112072640105694706</id><published>2005-07-07T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:48:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was "us" even real? I am so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112072640105694706?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112072640105694706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112072640105694706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112072640105694706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112072640105694706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/was-us-even-real-i-am-so-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112072461594907179</id><published>2005-07-07T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:23:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51% Sweetheart 49% Bitch</title><content type='html'>I'm 51% Sweetheart 49% Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Don't Push It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this last Sunday at the back of an old woman's pink shirt. Made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt the people I love and I still love people who hurt me. I guess that's just the way it goes crazy it might seem. I never intended to hurt them but sometimes it's just inevitable. Although there are times I could have prevented it but chose not to because I'm stubborn and moody. Haay I guess my mom's right. Sabi niya masyado daw akong malambing pero pag tinotopak...tsk tsk tsk. I'm 51% Sweetheart 49% Bitch so don't push it.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough day. I took the bus at 11:55 a.m. to get to my 1 p.m. appointment. We weren't that far from my place yet when another passenger informed the bus driver that there was a leak and that water was gushing somewhere. The bus stopped and the driver called for back up. After ten minutes I couldn't wait any longer so I asked him if there's another bus coming. He said after fifteen to twenty minutes so I took off and walked at the side of the road. Darn was it scary! Cars were so fast and I was scared that someone might grab me (paranoid hehe) or throw a stone at me. Just so you know, a woman died a month ago while she and her husband were driving in the freeway. She was on the passenger's seat and her husband was driving when somebody threw a stone at them and hit the woman. There are other vehicular accidents here caused by maniacs and that's all I could think of while I was walking (more like running) back home to get the car. I called my mom so I would feel better while watching out for the coming vehicles. Talking to my mom did make me feel stronger. I told her to get me water and to meet me at the parking lot so I wouldn't have to go inside and leave asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the car again (yeah, dinekwat ko dati ang kotse nang nanood kami ng sine ni Pye gabi na kasi tsaka katamad maglakad) but this time my mom and sister were with me. I'm not supposed to drive on the freeway because I don't have a car insurance yet and my dad &amp; aunties are afraid of what might happen if I get into an accident (and of course the bills!). So just in case they'll find out, they wont go crazy on me as much as if I went out alone. Sama nandamay pa ano? Hindi naman. Pampalakas lang ng loob si mommy and Pipoy ( = We arrived at 12:50 and I was glad no cops were trailing behind me. My sister said I was driving so fast she couldn't retouch her make-up. I didn't endanger their lives coz I do drive safely and defensively; I would rather go down alone than harm anybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman ako na late sa appointment ko pero during the meeting my stomach was growling kahiya hehehe I forgot to eat again. I don't know if the guy beside me heard it...sana hindi hehehe wa poise! Enough adrenaline rush for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112072461594907179?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112072461594907179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112072461594907179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112072461594907179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112072461594907179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/51-sweetheart-49-bitch.html' title='51% Sweetheart 49% Bitch'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112055303125330688</id><published>2005-07-05T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:43:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Toy and Pye picked me up after work around 6:30 p.m. and we went straight to La Jolla Cove. The place was packed! Lots of people pitched their tents; others sat on the picnic tables; while some brought their own portable chairs and blankets. We brought a banig and blanket para madali lang bitbitin hehehe. Barbecue grills everywhere, kids running around, girls in their bikinis and boys in board shorts, the weather was perfect, and the ocean was just beautiful. There were flags everywhere and families having picnic together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was already in the area to save a spot for us beneath a couple of short trees. I ate so much because I haven't eaten anything . I'm gonna get myself sick...anyways, we took a short walk by the beach and then around 8:45 p.m. we went back to our spot to watch the fireworks display at 9 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks display started at exactly 9:00. It was so quiet and everybody was just looking up at the sky. It was really, really beautiful. It was like the stars were exploding above us. The sky was filled with the colors of red, blue, orange, yellow, green, purple, and pink. The fireworks formed various shapes like hearts, sperm cells (believe me dear), fireflies, and circles. It was all breath taking. All we could say was: wow, Ooh, and whoa. Everybody clapped and cheered after the last fireworks went off and then just left. We parked twenty minutes away from La Jolla Cove so we had to walk--it was more like a hike because it's a steep hill--to the car. It's like a fiesta because the streets were filled with people headed towards different directions. The show was really wonderful but while watching I can't help thinking about the pollution it caused. It's a give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wala naman talaga akong pakialam sa Independence Day ng mga Kano pero gusto kong makisaya lang, pampatanggal ng stress sa katawan. Plus I wanted to watch the fireworks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy and tired now. I woke very early, kainis talaga. I met two other guys at work they are ok there's just one left that I haven't seen yet. I don't know if I really like my job...waah ano ba yan. I guess I'll just have to think of the money. Ewan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should have taken Spanish in College. Napagkakamalan kasi akong Spanish dito ng ibang clients. Nagugulat na lang ako biglang hindi ko naiintindihan ang pinagsasabi nila surprise surprise. Of course I always correct them and say I'm a Filipino. Proud Pinay wehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'll try to learn to speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of people right now. I miss my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antok lang siguro toh. See you people in my dreams. Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112055303125330688?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112055303125330688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112055303125330688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112055303125330688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112055303125330688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05211962316549492639'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112036091390855590</id><published>2005-07-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:21:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It</title><content type='html'>Tired, tired, and tired. But I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During college I was wondering how I'll earn money with my course, Speech Communication. Today, I realized my years in UP were not wasted. At long last there are no more questions in my mind. I'm quite happy, happy, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I met a few people at work today and one of the guys in the team is Josef. He kinda reminds me of a friend back in UP. Hehehe. So far, people at work are ok. Josef guided me and he was a great help to me this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at Poway yesterday but I guess it's Reina who enjoyed the run and the hike the most. My cousin brought his friend with us and her mom also came along. It was already dark when we headed back home. I just enjoyed the ride and kept quiet in my seat. 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