<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:41.509-07:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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 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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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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. Till the next hike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112036091390855590?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112036091390855590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112036091390855590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112036091390855590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112036091390855590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-it.html' title='Work It'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112025269464036348</id><published>2005-07-01T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:18:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>I did my first laundry ever. I'm not talking about underwear or hankies, ok? I'm talking about real clothes. Madali lang pala...wehehe. I washed two black slacks and one black and white stripes top. Of course I used the washing machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also nice if nobody takes care of me all the time. I learn new things on my own like doing laundry ( = At least now they don't treat me like a baby anymore. I lose and gain something at the same time. Haay, buhay-buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pulling through. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a big deal, just be happy with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go hiking in Poway again later at three p.m. w/ my cousin, Pipoy, and Reina. Then tom, I start work. I'll keep my fingers crossed and of course I'll dress for the kill d =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112025269464036348?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112025269464036348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112025269464036348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112025269464036348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112025269464036348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/07/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112021467010030825</id><published>2005-06-29T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T03:44:30.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Bday</title><content type='html'>Today is my mom's bday. I took her downtown and we had lunch together. I asked her where she wanted to eat and she chose Mcdo. We had cheeseburger, fries, and coke yum yum yum. Nowadays we seldom have fun together that's why I'm glad she came with me. We talked and laughed over fries and coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to cook pasta and chicken and bake her a bday cake but my Aunt Thessa called and said she's going to treat us out. We drove to the Chinese Restaurant we used to go to but it was closed so we went to another one. What an awkward dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's bday fun (we didn't have a bit of fun during dinner!) didn't end when we got home. Around 10pm me, mommy, and Pye took the car and we went to a 24 hours store to pick up Pipoy's pictures and my mom bought a bottle of white wine. While leaving the parking lot I saw a police car and I started to feel a bit uncomfortable. I don't have a car insurance yet and the car's not on my name yet so I didn't want to get into trouble. Anyway I drove slowly but the police car was still trailing behind me. My heart begun to beat faster and then the police man signalled to lower the window so I did exactly what he said. I was nervous but I wasn't sure what I did wrong. So when he told me that my headlights weren't turned on, whoa I breathed deeply and sighed. Hahaha akala ko he's gonna give me a ticket coz I signalled later than I'm supposed to that I was turning left! Darn headlights! I'm gonna give myself a heart attack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't give me a ticket. Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good laugh. Happy Birthday Mumsy! Love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112021467010030825?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112021467010030825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112021467010030825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112021467010030825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112021467010030825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/06/mommys-bday.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112021341481602828</id><published>2005-06-28T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T03:23:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poway</title><content type='html'>I'm here in California now and my last post was more than two months ago. Haha sipag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm ok here. Striving to be someone who I want to be. Wish me luck ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went hiking with my cousin, sister, and Reina a couple of hours ago. It has been awhile since I've been to the wild since I got here. The mountain wasn't really beautiful. There were barely any trees around and all I saw were bushes and wild flowers but the sky was breath taking. The sky was so blue and the clouds looked like cotton candy drifting above me. I could have looked up at the sky for hours but darkness started to creep in and that means we had to go back. But for two hours, I felt so calm. I wasn't even tired. Back in the car we were all dusty and a bit quiet. The only sound heard inside the car was the techno music we're playing, the occasional conversation, and the heavy breathing of Reina. I guess she was really, really tired because her tongue was drooping from her mouth. The drive was also splendid. We saw beautiful houses whose owners chose to live in seclusion, away from neighbors and the city but still close from everything, if you know what I mean. They had their own drive ways, barns, and ranches! One house even had his own pond! But there's this one house I really admired. It was on top of a mountain bathed in the soft glow of the sun setting on the horizon. Wow. I would die for that view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112021341481602828?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112021341481602828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112021341481602828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112021341481602828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112021341481602828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/06/poway.html' title='Poway'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-112021597954465609</id><published>2005-06-27T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:06:19.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown</title><content type='html'>I missed number 20 and so I had to wait for the next one in the bus stop. It was beginning to get dark but there were still a lot of people walking in the streets downtown. There wasn't much to do while waiting so I just observed people inside their cars who happened to stop infront of me and those who were strolling on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was cold and my clothes weren't keeping me warm. I didn't want to run and buy coffee at the nearest Sturbucks because I might miss the bus so I stayed put. I wasn't comfortable at all in my seat when I saw a small family walking on the other side. The young couple were walking their dog and their baby in a stroller together. I watched them until they crossed and I couldn't see them anymore. I forgot all about the cold, hunger, old men trying to catch my attention beside me, and even the bus I was waiting for. All I could think of was the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold the leash of our dog while my husband pushes the stroller of our baby someday while having an evening stroll. We'd enjoy the night together and our dog would dump somewhere hehe. &lt;br /&gt;I want a family of my own so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No number 20 came. They had to pick me up after an hour. I was freaking cold and hungry but calm deep down. What a lovely evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-112021597954465609?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/112021597954465609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=112021597954465609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112021597954465609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/112021597954465609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/06/downtown.html' title='Downtown'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111390561256495734</id><published>2005-04-19T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:44:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raptors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I had a great weekend. My friends and I went to Los Baños, Laguna and we stayed at the City of Springs Hotel. Well, the pictures I saw were much pretty than the actual place. And the slides?! A big let down. The hotel might not be what I expected but, what the hell, WE HAD LOTS OF FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy and I met at the Gateway mall to buy a few things for the outing and we took a quick stop at the food court to have brunch. We told Joyce we will meet her at the bus station in Buendia at 11am but we left Cubao at 11:30. Kaye (Kathy) and I took the MRT to Buendia and a cab to the bus station. We arrived past 12 and Joycee was already there waiting for us. I was quite worried at first because of the weather. I didn't want the weather to spoil our weekend of course! The whole trip was filled with laughter and chika. We didn't see each other for a long time so we bonded on our way to Los Baños. It was a long trip and we kinda got lost a bit so we actually arrived at the hotel and checked in at 4 p.m. then after that we went to UPLB to look around. Elmi and Ken were still in Manila so the three of us went sight seeing while waiting for them...anyway that was our purpose that's why we went ahead. Una naglakad-lakad muna kami sa streets until we got to a church but we weren't able to get inside coz it's closed so we decided to go to UP instead since it's the only place we know aside from the small shopping centers around. Our aim was to experience things we don't usually see, do, feel in the city and I guess we were kinda successful in that area. Feeling turista kaming tatlo. Nagkaligaw-ligaw pa nga kami ( = After strolling inside UPLB we left the campus to have dinner. Our search for a place to eat was another hilarious adventure. Ang layu-layo nang nilakad namin, thanks to me =D When we finally got to the restaurant it was already dark, naku po, sa labas lang pala maganda pero sa loob...hehe. Ang Christmas lights lang pala na nakita namin sa baba ang nagpaganda! May live band naman so we thought hmm ok na rin pero nang kumanta na ang artist waah naloka na kami. Si lolo, trying to be groovy. That's what I thougth. I was really starving and my feet were throbbing so I  didn't pay much attention anyway. Matagal ang service, super init, pero mabait yung waiter and the food was ok kaya keribelles naman. After dinner we went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ang oras at wala naman masyadong people sa pool so nag swimming na rin kaming tatlo habang nag-aantay sa dalawa. The water was warm and very relaxing. Then we ordered a few bottles of beer, haay really, really relaxing. We went to the porch over looking the lake and we sat there while drinking and of course more talking and laughing. Maya-maya(around 9pm I think) dumating na rin si Elmi and Sir Ken so bumalik muna kami sa room. Kain uli at kwentuhan na naman. Hindi nakasama ang friend ni Elmi so nag-iisang lalake si Ken sa room. Then we all went to the pool and stayed until 3am I think. We had sooo much fun. We even played a game called Death by Donut and laughed so much till my throat ached. After swimming and we were all ready for bed, it was time for picture taking. We love taking pictures. In the bus, when we got to the hotel, in the jeep, on the bed, name it. By the time we fell asleep it was already 5am and we planned to wake up at 7 so we can go hiking but I think we woke up a bit later than that. We left around 9am and the adventure to Mt.Makiling begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took off medyo umaambon. We took the jeep to UPLB and the driver dropped us near the entrance to the trail. Nobody was prepared for this hiking, in fact we were wearing what we wore to bed and plain slippers, we didn't even think of bringing a bottle of water. So with our cameras ready we started our hike to the entrance. When we got there, we were told the trail is closed because of a series of robberies in the mountain. Of course I was kinda disappointed but I guess it was a blessing in disguise. That didn't spoil our search for adventure and of course we took pictures at the entrance. Still smiling we turned back and again, took pictures near the road sign. We then decided to go to the Botanical Garden instead. Paid ten pesos for entrance and then we went inside. I actually missed Romblon while we were looking around. We were surrounded by huge trees and it was just green all around. We saw a sign towards the Raptors and since we didn't know what it was and we wanted to find out, we took the trail. The trail was headed to a steep mountain and while walking we were guessing what a Raptor was. We've been walking for a long time but still no sign of any Raptors yet! We were already tired, plus, Ken making fun of the hike and the jokes were making it more difficult to breathe and walk at the same time coz we were laughing soooo much. Ken even called out for the Mulawins! Hahaha how I wish an Aguiluz look alike swooped me up. Just kidding. Anyway, after a couple of minutes and more laughter, we arrived at the entrance and we were darn disappointed when we read the sign that they don't open until 11am! Of course after walking all the way up and sweating so much we weren't easy to turn down. Lakad pa rin kami papuntang entrance but we stopped when someone suddenly shouted: Sarado pa! Mamayang 11 pa! We called her Lola Raptor. She didn't even let us come close to her comfort zone, we were like 15 meters away! She was like a vision rooted in her place and screaming at us. Defeated, we headed back but that didn't break our spirits. We know we weren't suppose to make so much noise in the area because it would disturb the birds and other creatures but we couldn't stop laughing. I'm telling you, I have never laughed that much in my whole life. We would only stop laughing and making fun of the experience for a few seconds and then we'd do it all over again. It was like we were fired up by an unknown source and we just couldn't stop. It was already 11am when we arrived at Pizza Hut where we ate breakfast. Our search for non city experience has to end because we were really starving and we didn't have enough time so we just chose the most convenient place. Pag dating sa Pizza Hut, kami pa rin ang pinaka maingay. And from our jokes, nabuo ang Raptors. Nagbibigay pugay kay Lola Raptor, if not for her hindi nabuo ang Raptors, rock stars by night and super heroes from 11am to 3pm. We had to check out of the hotel by 12 noon so we hurried back, wet look and all coz it was already raining. Checked out and eto na, the speech majors dilemma. Math. We had to compute how much money each had to pay but darn we wasted 30 minutes so we just decided to split up the rest of the money equally. Hmmm sino kaya ang nalugi sa amin? Haha! It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before riding the bus namili muna kami ng pasalubong! I bought fresh cow's milk (feel ko lang hehe), keso, and buko pie. It's not my favorite but I wanted to bring something home to my chikitings. Sa bus, before honking out, picture taking muna &amp; the walang kamatayang tawanan. Once more, we were the noisiest inside the bus. After awhile, we finally calmed down &amp; took a nap. The trip back to Quezon City seemed faster and I felt a bit sorry when we had to say goodbye and part ways. Darn, I had so much fun with them. I really hope we could do it again soon and that other friends would join us. Haay mas nakakaloka siguro ang ingay nun ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until our next adventure Raptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, we already know what a Raptor is. Hehe)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-111390561256495734?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111390561256495734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111390561256495734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111390561256495734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111390561256495734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/raptors.html' title='Raptors!'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111345457769643382</id><published>2005-04-14T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:21:27.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For the past two days I have been surfing the net, searching for the "perfect" place where my friends and I can spend the weekend. Of course, there are lots of amazing places to go to if only money and time is not a worry d = Beach resorts, spa resorts, and hot springs, anywhere where we can have fun and relax at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have been drooling at the pictures of Hidden Valley Springs, a private resort in Laguna that boasts of virgin forests, wonderful plants and trees, waterfalls, the works! Everything just looks perfect and the price is just sky rocketing HIGH! My God. I can afford to stay for a night but I would not want to be murdered by my friends hehehe. Villa Escudero seems to be a marvelous place too but the rates are just way beyond our budget. Well....I found other cheaper resorts but in the end we all agreed to go to Splash Island! Naghirap pa ako sa kahahanap dun lang din pala ang bagsak namin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am so excited because of the giant slides....harhar this is the child in me speaking. Of course I am also so looking forward to weekend because of my friends. We have not seen each other for a long time and this may be the last gathering before I leave (I hope not) and we will meet again like after one or two years :sigh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the giant slides, I am just thrilled! I love the feeling of danger once in a while and instead of getting scared I get exhilarated. That is why I love speed, roller coasters, motor bike rides; and would love to try bunjee jumping, sky diving, and any activity that would make my heart beat faster. Well, it is just my way of spicing up life. Call me mababaw but I really hope the "Giant" slides are really what they say in their page. Enough with slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am dying for a massage. I hope they offer massage services in one of their hotels because I am not only after excitement but relaxation as well. I worked my butt off (charot) this school year and I am just so wired. I need a soothing massage to untangle my nerves haha! After all, I deserve this. I know, all I do this past few weeks is go out and have fun but while I was working on my thesis I was a certified hermit! I stayed home just to finish my darn thesis. Besides, in a few weeks I will be joining the working force, live in a foreign place away from everything familiar in my life, and bear an enormous responsibility. It's not a baby just in case your naughty mind is wondering. Dramatic na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope I can post the "Splash Experience" pictures here soon. Splash Island here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-111345457769643382?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111345457769643382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111345457769643382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111345457769643382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111345457769643382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/splash.html' title='Splash!'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111349057624135125</id><published>2005-04-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T07:56:16.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/640/ann%2Cmarcus%2Cdong.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/320/ann%2Cmarcus%2Cdong.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Gerald, Dong Abay, Marcus Adoro, moi, and Ann outside Bistro&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-111349057624135125?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111349057624135125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111349057624135125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111349057624135125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111349057624135125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/l-r-gerald-dong-abay-marcus-adoro-moi.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111328246577982168</id><published>2005-04-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:11:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/640/flower%20field_edited-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/320/flower%20field_edited-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spring. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/12063434-111328246577982168?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111328246577982168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111328246577982168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111328246577982168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111328246577982168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111327720411909873</id><published>2005-04-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:39:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Lay Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I wonder why I feel so high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Though I am not above the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Heavy hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Till you call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And it sounds like curch bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Or the whistle of the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;On a summer evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll run to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Barefoot barely breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;As I lay me down to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;This I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;That you will hold me dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Though I'm far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll whisper your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And I will wake up happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I fell in love with this song when I first heard it back in elementary. Probably, I was hoping that I can be a woman who can love someone passionately and breath takingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I just like the image that the song creates in my mind. A woman with wild abandonment running barefoot to meet her lover. Her face lightens up when he calls her name and then it banishes the shadow around her. It's like a scene from a movie or a page from a novel I've read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sometimes I wonder if I can ever be that woman. Can I completely surrender myself to someone? Can I learn to trust a man with my body, heart, and soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I do not know the answers at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I am hopeful that someday I would learn to let go and open up. I am one darn cynic when it comes to men who are not my "friends" so good luck to me and to the man who will have the courage to battle my devils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Now, I would just like to enjoy the song and the images in my mind. In my imagination, the woman is me and the man is Josh Hartnett. I can dream, right? d =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-111327720411909873?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111327720411909873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111327720411909873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111327720411909873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111327720411909873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-i-lay-me-down.html' title='As I Lay Me Down'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111323263733239687</id><published>2005-04-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:28:38.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Tayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I really, really want to hit the beach. If only I have enough time, I would be off to Romblon where the sand is white and the coconuts are abundant. I miss my home and the view from my place. When I was in high school, I used to hang out alone at the top most terrace where the view is breath taking. My home is facing the sea so from the terrace I saw ships and motor boats crossing the water. The islands in front Romblon can also be seen, in fact I remember when I had a crush who lived in Odiongan, I spent hours staring at the mountains of Tablas....never mind hahaha! Kalokohan talaga. Anyway, at the back of our house is a luscious mountain where lots of birds and cicadas can be heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I felt total tranquility because of the cool sea breeze that caressed my skin, the wonderful view, the utter privacy, and the grand symphony of the birds and the insects. Grandioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-111323263733239687?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111323263733239687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111323263733239687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111323263733239687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111323263733239687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/beach-tayo.html' title='Beach Tayo'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111322347636138373</id><published>2005-04-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T05:47:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/640/Romblon%200751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/320/Romblon%200751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over looking the town of Romblon &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/12063434-111322347636138373?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111322347636138373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111322347636138373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111322347636138373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111322347636138373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/over-looking-town-of-romblon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111322331414683584</id><published>2005-04-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T05:46:32.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/640/Romblon%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/320/Romblon%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/12063434-111322331414683584?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111322331414683584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111322331414683584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111322331414683584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111322331414683584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/haaay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111322276254270129</id><published>2005-04-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T05:39:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/640/Romblon%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/241/3786/320/Romblon%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to feel the warm sun and to taste the  salty water on my skin. Uh-oh, I forgot about the sunblock. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/12063434-111322276254270129?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111322276254270129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111322276254270129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111322276254270129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111322276254270129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-yearn-to-feel-warm-sun-and-to-taste.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12063434.post-111313647491890758</id><published>2005-04-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T07:40:02.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I have tried maintaining a blog for a couple of times but I always get tired of it. In the end, I always abort posting. Besides, I feel a little uncomfortable knowing that strangers can read what I write in here. But what the heck! I'm going to give it a try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Nowadays, I seldom see my closest friends. Each of us had taken different paths. Some of them have joined the working force; a lot are still studying; and some are still drifting (like me). We do not hang out and talk as much as we used to anymore. I miss all the fun and crazy stuff that we do but what I miss the most is being a part of their lives. Every time we meet, it is just difficult to say everything that has happened to me between the period that we last met and the time that we see each other again. Sometimes I am even overwhelmed! I want to be able to tell them what is happening in my life as often as I can. I especially want them to know me better, if possible, and one of the cheapest and easiest is through a blog. Anyway, a blog seems to be the in thing today ( =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       I'll keep my fingers crossed and hope that this will work. Oh, and that I won't get bored with this blog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12063434-111313647491890758?l=hotchickily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/feeds/111313647491890758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12063434&amp;postID=111313647491890758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111313647491890758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12063434/posts/default/111313647491890758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotchickily.blogspot.com/2005/04/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over and over again'/><author><name>Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06166950177453392871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/hot_chickily/eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
