<?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-12816506</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:50:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of my Boring Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Here you can see what kind of boring life I live..  Hey, wait a minute..?  Umm..  Is it really boring..?  Well, I don't know..  Just check it out..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-7535548310381977656</id><published>2008-12-31T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:18:21.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so full...</title><content type='html'>Just got home from an afternoon of restaurant hopping with my barkada...  Today we sure ate a lot!  This is what we had today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had lunch at Pho Hwa and dessert at Dairy Queen both in Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snacks were a glass of sago at Tiendesitas and cupcakes at Club 650&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner we ate at Bite Club in Katipunan (I had a 1lb burger) and at Tapa King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Actually we had other plans for the day, like to watch a movie and to buy a cabinet for our house but we weren't able to accomplished any of it.  What we were able to do was just to go window shopping a bit in the MC Home Depot in Shaw and in the stores in Tiendesitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what..?  I think I'm a bit hungry now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about having an insatiable appetite!  Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-7535548310381977656?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/7535548310381977656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=7535548310381977656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/7535548310381977656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/7535548310381977656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-full.html' title='I&apos;m so full...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-4438639443150189719</id><published>2008-11-12T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:28:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 004 2008-11-12</title><content type='html'>Had another dream last night...  2 straight nights of having dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dream was a bit on the funny side..  The setting was I am back on my high school days and its already the finals week for the Chinese curriculum.  I have an exam tomorrow but I can't seem to absorb anything from what I am studying.  It seems like my mind is just floating away.  I was in an almost state of panic for it's already past midnight and I still don't know anything..  And then..  And then..  And then I suddenly woke up from my dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this same weird dream for quite some time now..  Around 4x already if I'm not mistaken..  Umm..  I don't remember me being that kind of student when I was still in high school..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-4438639443150189719?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/4438639443150189719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=4438639443150189719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/4438639443150189719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/4438639443150189719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-004-2008-11-12.html' title='Dream 004 2008-11-12'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-4192158008466524855</id><published>2008-11-11T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:10:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 003 2008-11-11</title><content type='html'>Another dream..  Wow!  3 dreams in less than 3 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this dream is quite different from my previous dreams.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to my first job in Texas Instruments in Baguio.  Not sure what I'm doing there in my dream.  I'm not sure if I'm just visiting my friends there or in the process of re-applying there.  I got to meet some of my friends there and there were some new faces..  Actually, I was staring at two beautiful women who is also working there.  I can't figure out who they were but I think they are like twins for they sure look alike.  I then felt the urge to talk to them but I suddenly got guilty for I know that I have a GF that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmm..  Wierd dreams..  Well for one, I don't see myself working there again within the next 5 years maybe and I'm sure by that time, all of my friends there would probably have forgotten who I was or was already somewhere else.  Turnover ration for TI is quite high.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good thing that so far all I had was all good dreams..  Except for one that I had around 5 years ago when we were on a site visit trip to Baguio.  That dream was wierd for I know that I was dreaming but in my dream, I was awake and lying in the bed but I cannot get up.  It was like someone or something was holding my hand or pushing me down so that I could not stand up.  Hopefully I will not have those type of dream again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-4192158008466524855?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/4192158008466524855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=4192158008466524855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/4192158008466524855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/4192158008466524855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-003-2008-11-11.html' title='Dream 003 2008-11-11'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-2547282081132111918</id><published>2008-11-10T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:46:22.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>Just came home from a afternoon trip to Clark.  We went there to watch the coronation of Ms. Earth 2008.  My friends got some free tickets for their company was the one who provided the trophies for the said event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting many things from the said event because as written over the ticket that the said event requires a formal attire.  Well sometimes I'm one of the hard-headed ones and I went there wearing a long sleeves polo and jeans.  In a way its kinda presentable, don't you think.  I was surprised that the long sleeves of my youngest brother fit me for its size is "SMALL" and I normally wear polo that is "LARGE" in size.  Must be my diet is working wonders for me..  Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I've said that I'm expecting much from the said event.  But when we got there, the venue (Clark Expo) was not an enclosed auditorium.  More of an open arena with tent covers.  There was no ushers on the main entrance.  Probably there were some on the VIP gate.  The place was generally okay but I was expecting the event to be held in a high-class auditorium.  Seats were on a first come, first serve basis.  Good thing that we were still able to get some seats on the third row from the stage so we still have some nice view of the candidates and the whole event.  Some of the audiences are grade school students from a nearby school I think and some adults wore only polo and t-shirt.  But there were also some who came in a formal attire so we did not look overdressed.  Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, we had a chance to have our picture taken with the 2008 Ms. Earth winner.  Well guess who's the winner..?  Ms. Philippines came out to be the winner in this year's pageant.  I'm not really a fan of pageants but out of the 4 finalist, only Karla gave out the best answer so I guess she deserves to win the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-2547282081132111918?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/2547282081132111918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=2547282081132111918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/2547282081132111918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/2547282081132111918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-4063230820828054337</id><published>2008-11-09T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:16:37.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 002 2008-10-08</title><content type='html'>Another dream..  Same girl as before but in a different scenario..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in probably Baguio or somewhere that I've been that's a quite hilly.  We rented a jeep and was driving along the area.  We were seated in front of a jeep (?) and how sweet we probably look to other people even if we did not fit in the passenger side of the jeep.  She was seated on the outer side for her to have a better view of the scenery and my hands are wrapped around her waist to support her as we go through the different scenic spots of the area.  The whole dream was just like that.  Telling her what's okay in that area, in that store, and in that restaurant..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-4063230820828054337?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/4063230820828054337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=4063230820828054337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/4063230820828054337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/4063230820828054337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-002-2008-10-08.html' title='Dream 002 2008-10-08'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-8465294413747610480</id><published>2008-11-05T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:36:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last got the chance to post here...  Have many things running through my mind but didn't seem to find time to post it all here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I been having dreams..  Well not bad dreams..  I often wonder what do dreams mean..?  One of my friend told me before that to simplify the interpretation of dreams, it is something that either we would or would not want to happen.  I personally don't know how to interpret my dreams for it seems that the said dreams that I'm having are far from becoming a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded dream 001 - 2008-10-27&lt;br /&gt;We were in a group and having some fun playing a singing game wherein you need to say/sing the correct lyrics of the song being played.  I'm with this girl whom I have a crush on.  We were having fun singing songs when she suddenly stood up and went outside of the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-8465294413747610480?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/8465294413747610480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=8465294413747610480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/8465294413747610480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/8465294413747610480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-1673005169848332461</id><published>2008-04-27T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:40:06.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...How do you know if your happy...</title><content type='html'>"...It is when you're alone and yet you don't feel lonely or incomplete..  It is when everything is wrong yet you find simple reasons to smile..  It is when you wake up every morning without any regret from yesterday..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-1673005169848332461?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/1673005169848332461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=1673005169848332461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/1673005169848332461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/1673005169848332461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-do-you-know-if-your-happy.html' title='...How do you know if your happy...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-813586431350611824</id><published>2007-10-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:28:12.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive games...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been addicted to two online games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Go Round (Link - http://www.miniclip.com/games/sushi-go-round/en/)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;TowerDefence (Link - http://www.towerdefence.net/play/Xeno-Tactic-Tower-Defence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about being addicted so some games is that I can't seem to do any thing else..  Well, at least my mind would somehow relax a bit from all the stress around me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-813586431350611824?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/813586431350611824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=813586431350611824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/813586431350611824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/813586431350611824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2007/10/addictive-games.html' title='Addictive games...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-33167983343220594</id><published>2007-09-24T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:32:05.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cling.. Cling.. Cling.."</title><content type='html'>"Cling.. Cling.. Cling.."  The nice sounds of an item hitting a glass during wedding reception..  I just came from the wedding of my officemate and during one part of the program I suddenly felt depressed.  When I look at some people's faces during the reception, I could see them happily in love with their partners.  There was no problem during the reception for it was great from the food to the program itself but I felt that something/someone is missing..  Probably that something/someone is the fact that I felt like I'm not getting any younger and still I am single..  Single and currently still not pursuing anyone..  I'm not sure if the reason was me for not trying to meet new people but when I noticed and met someone interesting, most often than not, she is already committed to someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm wondering what does it feel like that someone loves you back and there is someone whom you could always share your thoughts with...  Someone who is always there for you whatever the situation is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from Phil Collins song...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"                                  When I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is take a look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I'm not so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel you heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hear you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just get a little sentimental with my officemates wedding...  Or maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-33167983343220594?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/33167983343220594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=33167983343220594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/33167983343220594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/33167983343220594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2007/09/cling-cling-cling.html' title='&quot;Cling.. Cling.. Cling..&quot;'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-6145463302542047495</id><published>2007-09-09T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:10:04.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO2mEE9XUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HWaMH92dAqc/s1600-h/P1010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO2mEE9XUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HWaMH92dAqc/s200/P1010157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108127167414099266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, I was able to go to Shanghai for a much needed and delayed vacation trip.  I cannot say that I was able to relax during the trip but it was a bit energizing with the change in scenery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip was worth it for we only paid $80 for the whole trip (Lodging, transfers, food, and tour entrances) minus the airfare, visa fee, and airport terminal fee.  With the tour package that we availed, we were able to go through some of Shanghai's landmark like the Ocean Aquarium, TV station that has a revolving restaurant at the top, Nanjing Road, etc...  We also had the chance to ride on their famous MagLev train.  The ride on the MagLev train was such a nice experience.  They say that it is currently the fastest train in the world with a top speed of 430kph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO1kEE9XRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aYCueCrL-Co/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO1kEE9XRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aYCueCrL-Co/s200/P1010063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108126033542733074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast in Eton Hotel was also great for there was one breakfast where we ate from 0630H till 0800H!  I think that I gained some weight again during the trip for we were almost eating the whole time..  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our stop was to watch their well-knowned acrobatic show..  They are international performers and while watching, I can't help but feel awed with their superb tricks and performances.  There was even one girl that looks like that she doesn't have any bones in her body for she was able to turn upside down while laying down with things on her toes and arms.  There was also one act wherein, the acrobats were able to put up around 10 chairs up in succession and in each chair, there's an acrobat with both her feet up in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO3oEE9XVI/AAAAAAAAABE/fu_rGxM9J6E/s1600-h/IMAGE_00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO3oEE9XVI/AAAAAAAAABE/fu_rGxM9J6E/s200/IMAGE_00044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108128301285465426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, a trip wouldn't be complete without buying "pasalubongs" for my officemates and friends.  But the only things that I was able to buy are those bags that my officemates asked me to buy.  Good thing though that they like the designs that I bought or else I wouldn't know what to do with those bags if in case they wouldn't get it (FYI, most of the bags that they asked me to buy are ladies bags).  I was also able to buy a bag as a birthday gift for my little brother.  The said though was that I was not able to buy something for myself.  Initially I was hoping to be &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO2GkE9XSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0g5Ak3_vILc/s1600-h/P1010283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO2GkE9XSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0g5Ak3_vILc/s200/P1010283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108126626248219938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;able to buy either a Gundam or a Generation 1 Transformers toy figure but our trip did not pass through near any of the shops that sell the said toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got the chance to get to know each other better.  We were all in all 15, 15 people coming from different deparments in our company.  At least we get the chance to know a bit of each ther.  During our last night, one of our tour member even treat all of us in XinTianTi Starbucks.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, one week later after the vacation, looking at some of our pictures and reminiscing of the happenings during the trip..  And also looking forward to my next vacation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-6145463302542047495?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/6145463302542047495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=6145463302542047495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/6145463302542047495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/6145463302542047495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2007/09/shanghai-trip.html' title='Shanghai Trip'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBP4lhypZgo/RuO2mEE9XUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HWaMH92dAqc/s72-c/P1010157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-115026951270027213</id><published>2006-06-14T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:18:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lakehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2447/1103/1600/Lakehouse%20(Small).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2447/1103/320/Lakehouse%20%28Small%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky again last week for I've won a pair of invites for the advance screening of "The Lakehouse" from Pex. The contest this was 2-part: 1st is the questionnaire and in the 2nd part, I need to post my most romantic love letter or poem. So during the eve of the contest draw I tried to make a love poem which was dedicated to I don't know who.. (Is it really that I don't know or I just tried to deny that it was dedicated to someone..) Well, I was able to come up with a love letter and surprisingly my entry was chosen out of the many entries that they've got. I was really surprised for I felt that my entry was not really romantic in any sense.. I still don't have a title for my poem.. Well, I think I'll let others be the judge if my entry was really romantic in any way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have never saw you before, nor have heard of your voice&lt;br /&gt;But something tells me you're far off different from the girls that I've met before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I've chatted with you, I know something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;You've stolen my attention with your astonishing humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we don’t get the chance to talk that often&lt;br /&gt;I’m longing for those times way back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we used to chat all day and night&lt;br /&gt;As if nothing else in this world really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're there and I'm here on the other side of the globe&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know if I can be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if fate will allow us to be together&lt;br /&gt;I’ll prove to you that I can be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just always remember that I’m always here&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to share your joys and sorrows…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends told me that I'm just lucky for I keep on winning during raffle events for this is already my 4th or 5th time to win in Pex. Well, I do really hope that I'm really lucky and hopefully I would be able to win the grand prize in lotto! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sad thing in winning in this kind of event is that I always get a pair of invites but I don't know whom I'm gonna ask out.. Like for the movie "The Lakehouse", they say that it is the most romantic movie of the year but I don't have a date which makes me feel lonely.. =( Good thing that somehow I've got friends who's willing to accompany me to watch the movies I've won partially because the movie is for free.. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my luck won't run out and I would still be able to win invites or even lottery draws! ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-115026951270027213?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/115026951270027213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=115026951270027213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/115026951270027213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/115026951270027213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2006/06/lakehouse_14.html' title='The Lakehouse'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-114741602199766991</id><published>2006-05-12T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:40:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 101</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while since I last got the chance to post here….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts bugging my mind lately……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…Can a broken trust be ever mended?  Someone promised me that the excess money will be kept and be used for some important matters like tuition fee and books but later found out he had already used a portion of it.  I was even the one who said that he could keep the excess money for I believe in his word that the money will be only put inside the drawer and will be used for the tuition fee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…Why do I always feel sad when I find out that one of my good girl friends finally found their Mr. Right?  Maybe I’m just a bit jealous because I know that I can no longer be that close to her not like before…?  But why this time where I am not that really close to this girl friend of mine but I feel saddened when she told me that she already has a boyfriend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=0=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-114741602199766991?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/114741602199766991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=114741602199766991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/114741602199766991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/114741602199766991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts-101.html' title='Random Thoughts 101'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113680088323025472</id><published>2006-01-09T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:02:38.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion..  Discussion..</title><content type='html'>Hay.. Had a long talk with my uncle last weekend regarding the status of our building.. Actually at first I was a bit troubled with what might we talk about because when he called me up last week and told me that he wanted to talk to me, I just said "yes" and didn't anymore bother to ask what will we talk about. So for the whole week, I can't help myself to think what might have I done wrong because it is just the first time he called me up to talk about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the talk, we discussed about regarding the status of the house: what had been done and completed, what's present or not in our house, etc. After, he told me to look for an apartment or studio-type place worth around some price and he will be the one to pay for the rent for one (1) whole year while waiting for the completion of the building in order for us to have a more decent place to live in because in our current place, there is no real place called "wash-room"; only an improvised wash-room so maybe you could imagine how hard our life is there. Well, I'm not saying that I'm complaining about our present situation but you couldn't blame me for wishing for a more decent place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed regarding the tuition of my brother. He said that he is also willing to help out in paying their tuition if in case we really can't find a way to pay for their tuition.. Hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now my problem is on how to tell my dad about it because he might feel that we are complaining a lot and it just so happen that my uncle learned about it and offered to help. But I can't also blame my uncle for helping us out because of our present situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the construction on our place would really continue this coming 15 January 2006 as what the engineer promised us for the &lt;em&gt;nth&lt;/em&gt; time so that by around April or May of this year, the whole building will now be already finished...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113680088323025472?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113680088323025472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113680088323025472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113680088323025472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113680088323025472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2006/01/discussion-discussion.html' title='Discussion..  Discussion..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113679986269504342</id><published>2006-01-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:44:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shomai Galore!!</title><content type='html'>Just went on an eating spree last Saturday with my officemate after playing billiards on one of the malls here.  I was actually looking to have congee as my snack before going to the basketball gym when we suddenly came across this restaurant.  We we're checking out their menu and was about to leave when suddenly their cashier asked us if we would want to try their two (2) new promos.  Upon doing some computations, we decided to give it a try.  We chose their promo that's worth 99PHP wherein it includes one serving of Yang Chao Fried Rice and an Eat-All-You-Can Shomai.  Did I really ate a lot of shomai that time.  When I tried to count how many shomai did I ate, I was surprise to learn that I ate a whopping 23 pieces of shomai in one serving of rice and in one sitting!  Boy, I was a bit dizzy after eating that much..  Hahaha!!  No more shomai for me this coming week..  Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113679986269504342?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113679986269504342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113679986269504342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113679986269504342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113679986269504342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2006/01/shomai-galore.html' title='Shomai Galore!!'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113576596425802735</id><published>2005-12-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:32:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Season...  Is a Season of Sharing a Part of What We Have to Someone...</title><content type='html'>Christmas is a season for joy ang giving gifts and that was very evident during the last few days in our office.  People are all busy talking with each other regarding what gifts to get; all busy having last minute shoppings; and all busy wrapping and distributing gifts.  I was surprised to see that this was how Christmas means to most people in the office.  Some of them even made donations to our foundation in all of our behalf.  I was very much moved that even though everyone was having a tough time with all the never ending increase in all prices, people still found a way to share part of their savings giving gifts and sharing love on this very special occasion.  Actually this was the first time that I received this much gifts for Christmas and as a result, I took many pictures on some of the gifts that I've received as well those which I gave out as a souvenir and remembrance on this special occasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113576596425802735?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113576596425802735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113576596425802735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113576596425802735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113576596425802735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-season-is-season-of-sharing.html' title='Christmas Season...  Is a Season of Sharing a Part of What We Have to Someone...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113428645884843277</id><published>2005-12-11T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:34:18.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I really had a great time during the party itself although we ran through some problems during the program like we wasn't able to start on time and the party finished a little bit late.  And it was only after the party itself that I was able to eat, but overall I think we did a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's already been one week since our Christmas Party here in the office and up to now, I still have a hang-over over the whole happening (from the preparation till the actual day itself).  After the party, I spent the two next days just sleeping all day.  I still have to catch up with my sleep.  I'll never forget the never-ending nerve-racking situations when we had to deal with the different groups regarding the simple presentation activity that we've asked them to do.  From the heads of the respective groups to its members, one could really feel the pressure that they want us to give in to their ways.  The good thing of having an official adviser is that, she had really guided us and really sticked to what we had already planned and not giving in to their demands.  Well, so far, we have received good feedbacks regarding the party and programme itself.  Hopefully we're one of the best batches the department ever had for we really tried our best in entertaining our guests and fellow officemates.  Some people said that they are glad for we had lots of presentation numbers as compared to the previous batches and some people also congratulated us for a job well done and they said that it's a good thing that we didn't have any internal conflict with my committee members.  Just like what I have said to my committee members, I'm very thankful because although some of them are "pasaway" sometimes, but during crunch time, they know the roles each and every one of them had to play.  I'm very also thankful to my boss and other officemates for their support and understanding that even though during the last few weeks prior to the party, I haven't really done any much work.  I'm just really glad that the party turned out great.  Hopefully our VP really did enjoyed the party as well as our guests and sponsors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;It seems that I miss those times wherein there are lots of pending issues to discuss, lots of decisions that needs to be made, and lots of thins to be done.  I also miss those times that people recognize and acknowledge me as the president of the Christmas Party committee and also the never-ending meetings and practices that we had in preparation for the party.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;If I were to be asked if I would like to be the president again for next year's Christmas Party, I think I would readily decline because of the pressures and responsibilities tied to it.  But I really had a great time being the president for this year's Christmas Party though there are also times wherein I felt like I was ready to give up to all the pressures.  The thing that get me going is probably my pride saying that I musn't give up to what the things that I have already started.  I really learned a lot from the whole activity regarding responsibilities, decision-making, camaraderrie, and most important team work.  Just like what I have said in our first newsletter that without team work, nothing could be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hay..  Now it's time to go back to reality..  Back to work again..  Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113428645884843277?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113428645884843277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113428645884843277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113428645884843277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113428645884843277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-party-results.html' title='Christmas Party Results'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113292982677042221</id><published>2005-11-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:43:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really getting sick and tired of this Christmas Party.  As in I really wanna quit the committee right now.  The system in here stinks...  People doesn't argue or ask everything when you ask them if they have any questions but after that you'll hear a lot of b&amp;lsht talks going at your back.  If only I could take a leave until the end of the year with no consequences attached, I would really take it.  They allowed us to set our own rules, criterias, and guidelines for the programme but when they don't like it, they will say and scare us and saying that his/her whole team will boycott the party.  Isn't that b&amp;lsht!?!  If he/her has something on her mind way back before, he/she shouldn't simply told us beforehand.  And he/her doesn't need to blow all the whistles out when saying what he/she doesn't like.  It's not very professional..  It's really hard organizing this kind of event with these kind of people in here..  I can't any work done right now because I'm trying my best to make this event wonderful but what do we get right now?!  It's seems like that all people here think that we're some kind of junk or dirt in here.  Maybe it's just me that they think is a junk of failure..  I know that we made some mistakes but that doesn't mean that he/she can get mad to everybody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay...  I'm already talking b&amp;lsht too right now..  Hay..  I will not try to dampen my spirit right now but it's starting to get on my nerves...  Hay..  Stupid Christmas party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113292982677042221?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113292982677042221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113292982677042221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113292982677042221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113292982677042221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/11/junk-christmas-party.html' title='Junk Christmas Party'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113266070587970290</id><published>2005-11-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:58:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Running Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe it..  It's now just 8 more days before our Christmas Party but it seems that as the day of the event draws near, problems start to sprout everywhere.  Why does this seems to always happen even before way back in High School and College, everytime a specific event comes it is only a few days before that people will start to question, ask, or react to the said event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not saying that I'm a perfect person, but why is does that always happen?  How can I know if people is having problems understanding or grasping the nature of the event when no one dares to ask back then?  How can I know if I make the right decisions when in fact that all of my co-officers understand and agreed what we want the department to do but some leaders and co-employees doesn't..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far I'm just hearing wild reactions from one group regarding the program.  I don't know if it just happen that that specific theme that the group got is really difficult to make a cheer to.  Actually I don't have any idea on what kind of cheer that the other groups could do but so far, I don't hear any questions from them.  I even asked one of my officemate (though he is also a member of our Christmas Party Committee) if we are asking to much from the department given the limited time available and he said that it is not, it's just the people is making the job/task more difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another problem that I am encountering is that some groups only have limited number of members in it because some are on-duty while some are on leave.  I now pressured in agreeing to their request to merge some groups together but still I don't want to give in because just as our adviser said that agreeing to that will not encourage people to join the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay..  I know having doubts with my whole decision making capabilities..  It seems that I always make the wrong decision in everything..  Hopefully this year's party would not be just a fluke or else I wouldn't have any more face to the poeple here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113266070587970290?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113266070587970290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113266070587970290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113266070587970290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113266070587970290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/11/times-running-out.html' title='Time&apos;s Running Out...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113091452472014297</id><published>2005-11-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:55:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sudden realization... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's very hard to be close to someone when that person is not interested in being close to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid realization as it might seem, but sometimes I can't notice but always try to be close to someone who I feel comfortable with.  Hay..  Maybe the irony of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113091452472014297?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113091452472014297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113091452472014297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113091452472014297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113091452472014297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-realization.html' title='Stupid Realization'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113106637468092642</id><published>2005-11-02T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:06:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Catcher..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a very strange dream last night but that dream is one of my dreams that I wish that I haven't woken up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange in a sense that I was with my barkada one Saturday afternoon (I think), walking through the busy streets of Ongpin and suddenly became hungry and decided to eat somewhere in one of the restaurants in its narrow streets, a place quite familiar but can't remember or visualize the exact place or the way going there.  Maybe it's a place that I have already dreamt about before..  The place was a four or more stories high and we were on the third floor but the dining table is not that clean and even the wiaters there are not wearing clean uniforms but I noticed that we like to eat there because we all agreed to eat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my dreams progresses, it becomes much stranger because at first I was with my barkada then suddenly I was dining with my crush during my last year of high school at the same restaurant.  I was shocked to see my crush there and didn't anymore tried to look for my barkada for I have the hunch the they were the ones who set it up.  So we dined and chatted all the way.  I was surprised that how open are we for each other: telling jokes and stories and not minding what was going on outside.  After eating,  we went downstairs of the restaurant while holding each other's hands..  I went with her to a place where she bought something and then suddenly... POOF!!  I woke up again!  And I suddenly realized that if I didn't stand up that time, I will surely be late for work!  Damn!  How I wish that I didn't have work that day.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also instances during my dream that I suddenly woke up but because I'm still sleepy and would like to continue my dream, I tried to sleep again and to my luck, my dream continued everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating breakfast, I can't help myself from smiling because of what I dreamt about.  It's been a long since I had a dream again and dreamt a good one also..  Now I am wondering what this dream mean or represent...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113106637468092642?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113106637468092642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113106637468092642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113106637468092642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113106637468092642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/11/dream-catcher.html' title='Dream Catcher..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113024263424631057</id><published>2005-10-25T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:18:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone Tonight</title><content type='html'>It's hard when you don't have someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you could share your thoughts with&lt;br /&gt;Can't express what you really feel inside&lt;br /&gt;For the fear that some friends would not understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like that I'm on a different planet&lt;br /&gt;Feels like that all my friends are gone&lt;br /&gt;Feels like that I'm all alone in this fight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hoping that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends are all busy with their own life&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame them, I know that time ought to come&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping that I could find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will share my joys and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will be my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Someone who could by my guide&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I could cuddle and be with&lt;br /&gt;During times of hardships and triumphs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay.. What am I talking about.. It's very hard when you don't have someone to talk to.. It's very hard living my aunt because of many reasons like you've got to follow her rules at home, there's no telephone line and computer there, etc.. So if I need to talk to someone, all I can do is text that person and that alternative is very expensive. So whenever I feel lonely, I just scan through my phonebook and try to look for someone who could either go out with me or could spare some load in texting me. But so far, almost all of the time, they are all busy so I usually just go out myself. Actually that's fine with me, it's just sometimes, I can't express what I feel to anyone because I'm all alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that I can't stand being isolated for a long time and having no one to talk to... Pity me.. =(&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/12816506-113024263424631057?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113024263424631057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113024263424631057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113024263424631057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113024263424631057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-alone-tonight.html' title='All Alone Tonight'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-113014886389288496</id><published>2005-10-24T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:02:59.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Worst Buffet</title><content type='html'>I recently went to a buffet that claims that it will be a new guiness record for being the longest buffet. At first I was excited for it said in its advertisements that there are 400 different dishes and that it also said that the buffet has only limited availability. Good thing is that one of my barkada was able to receive seats for us two weeks in advance. But days before the buffet, I was having bit of second thoughts on going to the buffet because I might not get my money's worth there and I was right!  It was for me the worst buffet ever.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no system during the event.  I even recall one of the waiters saying that as long as we have plates and stamp on our hands we could get all we want.  I think they didn't take into consideration having a system for some 2000+ people joining the said event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people were rushing in just to get a slice a cheesecake and the servers were almost flatten out by the number of people wanting to get a slice.  Such a disgrace when I saw people who were already using their hands to get slices of cheesecake.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the cheesecake were gone and people started going away, I heard a loud thud and when I turn around, I saw that one of the tables where the cheesecake was being served fell down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people weren't able to eat anything and that they demanded a refund.  Good thing that the organizer refunded their money..  For sure, the same organizers will not anymore try to do same kind of event again..  Hopefully not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-113014886389288496?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/113014886389288496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=113014886389288496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113014886389288496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/113014886389288496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/10/worlds-worst-buffet.html' title='World&apos;s Worst Buffet'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112954832760169070</id><published>2005-10-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:27:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Seduction Style...</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! Just found this test thought one of my officemate... Things like this always makes me wonder how do they come out with their answers coz most of the time, I could somehow relate or feel that what the test is telling me is right or somehow right. Like for this test, I felt like that I am struck especially with the last line.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover."&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Hahaha! Don't need to explain as to why I felt struck with the following line.. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe through lots of analysis and surveys is the reason as to why they were able to come up with this conclusions but I still find these tests fascinating.. Actully sometimes I am thinking that was the conclusion really true or I'm just trying to subconsciously relate the conclusion with what is happening with me right now? Hahaha! Well, I don't want to think about that one coz I still have lots of things to attend to but still it fascinates me.. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112954832760169070?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112954832760169070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112954832760169070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112954832760169070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112954832760169070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-seduction-style.html' title='Your Seduction Style...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112954781500680622</id><published>2005-10-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:16:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "X"-Factor</title><content type='html'>Hay..  As usual money is again one of my problems..  It's not that I spend too much but I feel that my dad still is convinced that I have a lot of money..  To think that just last night, he asked me if I can allot some of my money to buy a new washing machine so that we could already moved to our new house (though it is still not that liveable yet).  Actually (based from the story of my brother) my dad would like to ask me if I would like to either buy a new washing machine or to pay for our daily laundry...  Duh?!  I think he is really that confident enough that I could set aside a portion of my salary to pay for the washine machine..  My dad said that I don't have to pay it outright, maybe I could pay for it through installment.  Hay..  It's very frustrating thinking that I could not save that much money for myself and he is expecting me to buy an appliance for us?!  And also just this morning, he told me that maybe I could buy milk so that when we spend the night on our new house, we could have something to drink for breakfast the next day.  Hay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112954781500680622?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112954781500680622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112954781500680622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112954781500680622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112954781500680622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/10/x-factor.html' title='The &quot;X&quot;-Factor'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112954777650107575</id><published>2005-10-17T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:16:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Busy Week...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long long time since I was able to write here...  Been very busy the past few weeks for our upcoming Christmas Party.  Leading something is really a very very hard task..  But there's something at the back of my mind that's telling me that "Don't worry...  Everything will turn out great.."  Well, hopefully my subconscious is right or else I'm dead...  Preparing for this Christmas party is much more difficult than my work here in the company..  But it's okay for I get to know a lot of people..  Hay..  How I wish that this October and especially November would stretch for a total of 12 weeks..  Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112954777650107575?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112954777650107575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112954777650107575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112954777650107575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112954777650107575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-busy-week.html' title='Very Busy Week...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112617348488018580</id><published>2005-09-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:58:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really hate this week!  So far, all this week have given me is mainly all problems: from the house and on the way to work.  The only good thing is that work-wise I don't have that much of a problem.  May just the thing that I seem to always have a headache.  Don't know if this is because of lack of sleep but for the past few days, I've been sleeping a bit earlier than usual.  My hunch is that it is probably because of improper posture while sleeping or maybe because of I usually wake up in the middle of the night.  Last night, we were at SM and I bought some Salonpas.  Well, hopefully my headache would now stop because it is very uncomfortable to think and work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay..  For two (2) days, I'm very late for work.  Monday was the worst for I was able to report to work at around 8:22 already.  I was suppose to ride LRT going here to work but six (6) trains passsed by but still I wasn't able to get a ride.  I spent around 140 bucks for I just ride a cab all the way to the office.  And then today, I was late again!  Around four (4) trains passed by again..  I was able to report at around 8:11!  Hopefully this two incident will not much have effect on my probationary period.  To think that it is already my last month of probationary and only then did I experience being late by this much.  I'm (well, both one of my officemate and me is) thinking that maybe it is because of the extended work hours of LRT that may be the reason for their degraded service.  To think that it normally now takes around 4-5 trains northbound before there will be one (1) train going southbound.  And when the train reaches the third (3rd) station, it is already full of people.  I don't know why it seems that they try to fill up the train in the first and second station.  The people on the third and fourth stations seems to have a hard time to get a ride because normally the skip train starts on the fifth (5th) station..  Hay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money seems to be my biggest problem right now.  It seems like that my dad is starting to be dependent on me regarding financial matters.  I don't anymore seem to save for myself.  This is the first time that my ATM account is almost empty since I started working here.  This is the thing that I fear most when I start working.  Since I started working, I'm already the one paying for our food (lunch and dinner) and he expects me to be the one to still pay for the half of the telephone bill and for some of the breakfast and household items.  Well, today since we are leaving in our aunt's house, I'm still the one paying for our food expense.  But because of the recent high prices of commodities, I now give 20% more than my usual contribution.  Good thing that I don't anymore pay for the telephone bills.  But I hope that I won't be the one that will give allowance to my brothers anymore because I can't already afford it.  My dad told me the other day that if I could first give my brother money for transportation and he will just then pay me back.  Well, actually I know that he will never pay me back but I just hope that this will not happen again because I know my dad is that type of person who once he got to used to that situation of me being able to give allowance to my brothers and he will not anymore give money to them.  I feel that this maybe the influence of his cousin that says that normally Chinese people who works for our company have some additional 4,000 bucks in salary.  Hay..  My dad is really stupid and foolish enough if he really believe in that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pissed off to our manager for our alumni team.  Just this Monday, he called me up and the first thing that he asked me is if we could still get to the championship.  Well, I said that championship looks very dim because of lack of manpower and then he told me that he is getting irritated for the fact that he is not getting not enough playing time.  How could he expect to have that much playing time when in fact that he doesn't come to the game that often and he still doesn't know much of our playing style?!  And when he comes to the game, he is usually a quarter or two late.  I can't seem to remember him coming to the game in time.  I know he is our manager but he should still know that if he expects to play, he should somehow come on time.  Just like what had happened last Sunday when we had a game and lost by just 4pts to the defending champion team.  If I remember it right, he came at around almost half-time or third (3rd) quarter already.  How could he expect for I to let him play?!  Probably if he already played a game somewhere, maybe I could still use him efficiently but when I saw him last Sunday, it seems like he had just came from his house.  Well, he finally said that when he is not there, I could do what I want but whenever he is there, he should have a lot quality time; actually not just him but all the players that I don't give a lot of playing minutes.  If we ever could sweep our last two games which I think is really possible, our next game will be in the quarter finals and that will be the game in which our manager is here and available to play.  Well, actually I'm planning not to anymore attend that game anymore because I will be just be irritated.  But some of my friends say that I still should attend that game if ever to avoid controversies.  Another thing that pissed me off more is that I feel that our team, well actually the 7-9 players that I usually use, are starting to jell in time for the quarterfinals if ever but I didn't tell that to our manager.  Another thing that our manager told me is that he doesn't care if we win or lose, he just want all the players to have fun.  Well, if he could have told me that earlier, I could have not been thinking and thinking on what to do during the game and also not to anymore somehow prepare for the game and just let the players play...  Ggrr....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that my problems starting to creep up on me because I sometimes easily feel irritated here in the office right now.  I'm not being a "plastic" type of person but as much as possible I don't want to bring my "irritated" stage from my house here in the office.  But there are already times that I'm starting to show signs that I am getting angry or irritated.  Maybe I'm just stressed up..  Maybe I need a weekend to unwind and probably have a massage..  But the thing is, I don't have enough money.  One of my officemates told me that there is a cheap massage parlor near the office at the rate of around 200 bucks.  Hopefully their service is good.  Still need to get some assurance regarding their place and type of service.  Well, hopefully, I could still control my emotions and reactions here at work because I don't want to have any problems here in the office because I won't have anymore place to run and to hide....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112617348488018580?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112617348488018580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112617348488018580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112617348488018580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112617348488018580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/09/hate-week.html' title='Hate Week!!'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112547832438457525</id><published>2005-08-31T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:52:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises..  Surprises..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday would be one of my most unforgettable days during my stay here in the office.  A lot of things happen during the said day from the most happy to the most irritating event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Monday was the birthday of my officemate and during that day she was absent for we have this Birthday Leave event wherein you are free to be absent for your special day.  Well anyway, since she was absent, I was planning to give her something and surprise her yesterday but it turned out that I was more surprised than she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first planned to prepare a collage of pictures for her birthday but after having it printed last Monday night, it didn't turn out quite as to what I expected.  The center image in the pictures was a bit pixelated.  Well, that's what happened after I tried to scale up a picture from her friendster account.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday night, I then planned to give her an origami flower so that I could give her a gift for her birthday since the picture didn't turned out okay.  Then I planned to come to office a little bit earlier yesterday.  So I got up and left the house around 10 minutes earlier but when I got to the office, I learned that it was almost 8am and I was a bit late than my usual time so I hurriedly tried to make it to our entrance to swipe my card key but sad to say that when I was about to swipe my card key, the time stuck 8:01am!!  I was again late for one minute!  Ggrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out that she was in duty for the whole week so she was already here before 8am so I got no chance to leave the flower on her desk.  So I changed my plan and decided to leave the flower on her desk during lunch time.  So come lunch time and I was able to leave the flower on her desk.  I assume that she already know as to whom it came from because I already gave her one before but of course what I gave her yesterday was more colorful and with a better presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was wondering why did she knew that I was in the mall last Monday night but I guessed that she just overheard me and some of my friends when we are talking during lunch time.  So I got curious when she suddenly asked me if I'm not wondering as to how did she knew that I was in the mall Monday night and asked her as to how.  Then I got of a feeling that she knew because of the store Kameraworld.  So I asked her if it is because of Kameraworld and she said "Yes"!  Then I already knew that she already saw the pictures that I made for her.  I got no choice then but to give her the pictures because she already saw it...  She was also there Monday night printing something for her project.  She said that she was also surprised to see her picture there.  She thought that there was someone who was stealing pictures from friendster..  Hahaha!  But then she saw the picture where there was my name to it.  Hay..  Talk about surprises..  Hay..  That's what I get for planning and preparing everything a day or two from the event itself...ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really hope that she appreciated and kept the things that I gave for her birthday.  And also hoped that she didn't laughed at my work..ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise that I had yesterday was when we were in the restroom during lunch break I was wondering as to why the zipper of my pants was a bit stuck but I didn't mind it and I continue to do my thing but when I tried to zip it back, I noticed that there was something wrong with my zipper.  I then found out that my zipper was broken.  I tried to fix it but to no avail.  Good thing is that I have some safety pin with me.  So I got to zip it up but of course I didn't anymore walk around much for the fear of having the safety pin popped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, another reason why I was at the mall Monday night was because I was trying to look for some slacks for my office attire but I didn't buy one since I didn't have that much money during that time so I've got no choice but to go there again yesterday to buy a new one.  I also almost left my umbrella in the fitting room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay..  Talk about surprises..  I bet I had more surprises yesterday that my officemate had..  I really won't forget this day..  Hahaha!ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112547832438457525?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112547832438457525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112547832438457525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112547832438457525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112547832438457525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/08/surprises-surprises.html' title='Surprises..  Surprises..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112467305013928417</id><published>2005-08-22T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:10:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Fed Up...</title><content type='html'>I’m getting fed up with what is happening to me right now.  It’s just a Monday morning but I’m very much already irritated.  I just had a great time with my barkada last weekend in Tagaytay but just a day after, just this morning; I’m very much irritated already.  Who will not be irritated when all you ever hear from my aunt’s maid is something like if I could give some money because my aunt’s ran out of funds to initially pay for our food expenses?!  To think that just last Friday, I just gave my aunt 500 bucks as a payment for our food expense for the last few days which was amounting to around 300 bucks only.  Then when I got home last Sunday from my out-of-town trip, I learned from my brother that the remaining 200 bucks was all used up to pay for the rice.  Then this morning, my aunt’s already ran out of funds to initially pay for the food?!  And I asked the maid if she need the money right now, and of course she said “Yes”.  What do they think of me?!  A person who has a lot of money or a bank which they could always get money?!  Do they really think that I’m earning that much for them to rely on me?!  To think that for the past week, all we got for lunch and dinner was all vegetables!  I’m not really the “ma-reklamo” type but I’m nearing the end of my patience.  That’s the reason why I usually don’t want to stay at my aunt’s house but I’ve got no choice, our house still isn’t near complete yet.  As on now, I’m nearly considering of moving out, it’s just that, who will now then support my two brothers?  How I wish I got another house far away where I could stay there all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really pissed-off with my present situation right now.  It seems like that I’m the one who is already supporting for our food expense for us.  I don’t often see my father now, which he says that he is staying in our new constructed house to see to it that none of our things will be lost.  And I feel that my aunt’s already getting used to ask money from me because my father doesn’t anymore give money to her.  I’ve got a hunch as to why my father seems to rely on me financially right now.  I think it is because his cousin is always asking me if I had an additional four thousand bucks with where I am working now because I’m a Chinese and my father is always with his cousin.  Duh?!  My father would be really stupid if he ever listened and believed in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pissed me more is that fact that it is just Monday and I’m already irritated!  Hay..  It’s a good thing that I’ve got this blog right now.  Thanks to my officemate.  I could now somehow channel some, if not all, of my anger here…  It’s not that I don’t have friends which I could talk to…  It’s just that most of them are quite busy nowadays with their own lives…  Hay..  How I wish that all of these would end…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112467305013928417?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112467305013928417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112467305013928417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112467305013928417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112467305013928417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/08/almost-fed-up.html' title='Almost Fed Up...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112417137781637722</id><published>2005-08-16T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:49:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson in Life:  Learn How to Appreciate Things Around You</title><content type='html'>Being out and meeting different types of people make one thankful and reflect for the good things that we currently have.  I had two experiences wherein I somehow felt grateful for what I have today as compared to other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Sunday when we were at Robinson's Galleria and was ordering our food for dinner, I noticed this girl in front of me.  She was kind of communicating with someone thru sign language.  I thought that the person she was talking with was at the other end of the foodcourt.  Actually what I noticed of her was her cellphone I think.  It's like the size of a game pad with the screen being able to flip up.  I was marvelled with her device and said to myself that how I wish I could have one of those for it looked very cool..  She was typing something in it so I thought that she was just sending someone a message but to my surprise, she presented her gadget to the waitress to tell what her order was.  The waitress tried to asked her some details regarding what her order was but the girl signaled that the waitress just write down what she was trying to say.  So then I came to a conclusion that she was deaf and mute.  Somehow, I feel sorry for her that she can't talk and hear.  Maybe she can but not that like as a normal person.  Then I feel that somehow, I must be feeling thankful even though my cellphone is not that of the latest model just as long as I can use it and that I don't have any defect with my physical appearance and I could talk to people and hear different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just this morning as I was about to go down from the LRT station, I was wondering why was it that all people going down are moving slow.  When I was already at the stairs, I finally knew the reason why...  There was this 2 women: one middle-aged woman (probably around the age of 55) and one old woman (probably with the age of 70-75) going down the stairs.  They are walking hand-in-hand and going slowly down the stairs..  Of course people who are in a rush would try to avoid hitting them and that's the reason for the slow flow of people at the stairs..  After seeing the old woman going down the stairs, I felt that I should really be thankful for I still have the strength to go up and down the stairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umm..  I now evaluating myself if I am becoming too soft or just starting to realize the great things that I currently have.  Well, have just one conclusion, one should be really thankful for what you have and must not be envy for the things that we don't have...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112417137781637722?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112417137781637722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112417137781637722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112417137781637722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112417137781637722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/08/lesson-in-life-learn-how-to-appreciate.html' title='Lesson in Life:  Learn How to Appreciate Things Around You'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112375976058058922</id><published>2005-08-11T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:30:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maestro</title><content type='html'>While I was cleaning and packing up my things in our old house last last week, I found this masterpiece. I remembered that there were times during my elementary days that I would try to compose songs. Here is what I composed way back then plus some minor revisions. Hopefully nobody would laugh about with my masterpiece.. Hahaha!! Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' alone&lt;br /&gt;With my head on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;To make you leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' all night&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't live without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I can do&lt;br /&gt;To bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I can do&lt;br /&gt;To stop you from leavin' me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you girl, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so meaningless&lt;br /&gt;If living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;You are the most precious thing that I have&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adlib]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look&lt;br /&gt;And our happy moments together&lt;br /&gt;I will never never forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112375976058058922?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112375976058058922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112375976058058922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112375976058058922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112375976058058922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/08/maestro.html' title='Maestro'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112375845859369197</id><published>2005-08-11T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:12:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts and Stories For The Week...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was probably one of my most expensive and tiring experience since I started working. I spend around 1k+ majority of it because of food. Well, I can't help my self from eating. Eating has been my favorite pastime especially when I depressed or sad. . Haha! Hopefully I won't grow into a fat person! I should watch my diet from now on.. Haha! Tiring in the sense that whole weekend I was out of the house and coming home very late. It's a good thing that it's okay for my dad to wake him up in the middle of the night just to asked him if he could open the door downstairs. Umm.. Is it really okay? Hopefully.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday as I was going down the LRT station near our place, I saw this child carried by his father. Normally I don't look, give money, and care much of the kids who stay or beg for money near the station but I can't help but feel pitty for that child. His head was around twice the normal size already. I think the child got hydrocephalus. I don't know it that's the right term for it. And from what I heard, operating the child would cost the family alot! Feeling very sorry for the child, I went the LRT station just to give something from my pocket to help him. Hopefully they will got over that crisis that they are facing right now and that what I had given for the child would somehow help them in one way or another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of Water Again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't if Mr. H2O is mad at us or what... We don't have water now on our aunt's place for the past 2 days.  This time, the owner have the water tank cleaned but I think that they did something wrong because they cleaned it in the afternoon but come nighttime, we still don't have water. Then I overheard my aunt's conversation with the landlady and the landlady told my aunt that normally we should be the last one to have water for we are at the 4th floor. The ones who should have water first is the first and second floor. Duh?! The water tank is on top of our floor and we are the ones who will have water last?! I don't know if the landlady knows what she's talking about... Hay.. Well, my brother told me a while ago that the motor of the pump is already there and hopefully it will be put in place with the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story of the Poor Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this kid who grew up in a nice place having enough luxiries to fill up the needs and wants of the family but things started to get worse when his mother died right before he went to college and his dad had an accident. Money started to flew away for no clear reason to the point that now they don't have enough money to sustain their everyday needs. He had two younger brothers who are still both studying and we all now that studying is starting to become one of the most expensive things to do now. It's a good thing that he is already working but not enough to support his whole family. After working for one month, his dad asked him if he could help his dad with their monthly expenses which he freely give but to a certain amount and not to the amount that his father was asking. But he started to wonder what might his dad be doing for he is most of the time doesn't have money whenever his brothers would ask him if he had money for transportation and for miscellaneous expenses for school. Well, his dad doesn't have work right now but he is thinking if his dad is right now thinking of a way on how to earn money. It seems like that his father is starting to be dependent on him for the expenses. Well, he is not the kind who is selfish but he would also like to try to have fun and enjoy life. Well, it's a good thing that he doesn't have any vices like smoking or drinking or worse drugs. He somehow have enough money for his daily expenses and enough money for his savings and would like to let his father know, that he can't support the family all by himself. I can't his dad for he doesn't have that high level of education nor did he had that good and fit body but I think he should somehow think of a way to earn some money. Well, from what I heard, it's only a temporary thing that they don't have enough money. Well, I certainly hope so that this is only a temporary thing. I don't know what this kid could do if he became all fed up... Wishing him the best of luck... Good luck dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pandesal and The Pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my officemates walked-out when we are about to have our afternoon break a while ago. I don't know what's the root cause of his walked-out but from what I know it started from asking who would like to order something for our break and then decided to buy pizza. One (Boy A) said that he will not join us for suppostedly their group would order pandesal. Then came the pizza and the group of BoyA cannot find the facilitator to whom they will asked her to buy their pandesal. Then BoyA was looking and asking us to already start eating when one of the girls looked at her with a big smile and some of us started laughing then he suddenly said that he will not really join us anymore then walked-out. I never knew he really had that kind of temper. We tried to call him back and given tried giving him the pizza but to no avail.. He really didn't had a bite of pizza.. Well, hopefully tomorrow he's a bit okay.. Hehehe! Talked about temper.. It's a good thing that I'm not already of that type... Well, hopefully I had already cured myself... Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112375845859369197?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112375845859369197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112375845859369197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112375845859369197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112375845859369197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-thoughts-and-stories-for-week.html' title='Random Thoughts and Stories For The Week...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112276342068220841</id><published>2005-07-31T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T06:43:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day at the Realm</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting in front of my computer just an hour away before we start moving our things to our new place...  It seems like that I'm not yet ready to move out of this house.  Don't know if I'm being just too setimental about this...  Hay...  How I wish we don't anymore need to leave this place...  I guess that this is life, sometimes we just need to go on with life...  Hopefully our new place will be done and ready for occupancy by at most 8 weeks from tomorrow.  And hopefully the room in which we will first place our things in our new place would be secure enough for us not to lose our things.  It's difficult to change something where we are so comfortable with...  Hopefully this change would be beneficial to all of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112276342068220841?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112276342068220841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112276342068220841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112276342068220841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112276342068220841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-day-at-realm.html' title='Last Day at the Realm'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112265495920695656</id><published>2005-07-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:35:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Half-Enjoyable and Half-Disappointing Day..</title><content type='html'>This day went by sooo fast...  I've been on training for the past two (2) days and upon returning to the office today, I seemed lost as to what I must do.  So I spent half of my morning reading mails to update myself as to the status of the things that I am doing.  And spent the other half of the morning preparing for our picture taking for our new ID.  The bad thing is that I forgot that today is our photoshoot and the reason why I forgot it is because that someone told me that we are not included on the list on who will have their pictures taken for we are still under probation.  So I just wore a polo that's not too formal, actual a checkered blue shirt, which I felt was not very appropriate for the event.  What I just do is to borrow someone's coat and necktie to make my attire somewhat formal.  I just hope that the outcome of the my photoshoot for my ID wouldn't be that terrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come after lunch, I was almost late for my meeting this afternoon because we had lunch at The Pizza Company at Market! Market! and we also went to our medical center for our officemate's checkup and clearance.  Actually I didn't know that I had a meeting, it's a good thing that I texted my SA that I will be a bit late going back to the office and she told me that she kinda heard that I was going with our systems manager to a meeting.  The meeting went by so fast for we are also eating while having a meeting.  How I wish that we always had a meeting in their office.  It seems like that their office doesn't run out of food.ü  While having the meeting, I received a text message saying that I had won two (2) premier night tickets for a show today in Megamall so I immediately think of someone whom I could ask to go with me.  I came back to our office at around past 6 still with no one to join me.  Actually there was this friend of mine whom I think would go with me but unfortunately before leaving the office, I called him up and told me that he can't go out with me for he had a previous engagement already.  I was a starting to get frustrated for he didn't told me that he can't make it.  I got out of the office at around 7pm already and the premier is at 7:30 for I thought that I could have a ride immediately at MRT but I was wrong.  The traffic was so bad and there was sooo many people in the MRT station.  I was soo frustrated with the whole situation but I can't do anything about it so around before 8pm, I called up the person who texted me about the premier night tickets and told her that I can't anymore make it for the traffic was sooo bad!  So I just decided to went home..  I think having no one to join me was one of the main reasons why I didn't anymore watch the movie.  Hay..  I didn't anymore made my weekly report for I thought that I could make it to the movie but I was wrong..  I was really upset regarding the whole situation but I don't blame anyone..  Just the situation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112265495920695656?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112265495920695656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112265495920695656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112265495920695656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112265495920695656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/half-enjoyable-and-half-disappointing.html' title='A Half-Enjoyable and Half-Disappointing Day..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112245719375810111</id><published>2005-07-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:39:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Freak</title><content type='html'>It's now only a few hours before our second alumni game and seems like I'm getting a bit nervous..  Hopefully our team will perform better tonight even though some of my players can't make it tonight and that hopefully I could give enough motivation to the team as their coach..  For tongiht, we will be facing one of the two strongest teams in the league..  Hay..  Wish us luck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112245719375810111?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112245719375810111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112245719375810111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112245719375810111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112245719375810111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/nervous-freak.html' title='Nervous Freak'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112245700207416161</id><published>2005-07-27T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:36:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole day not in the office but in our company's learning center.  We had a great time knowing the different departments, functions, policies, guidelines, etc. of the company.  It's actually an orientation for new employees.  And the best of it all, by around 3:30pm we are already done for the day's training..  How I wish that we had a training feveryday so that I could go home early and rest..  Hehe!  Tomorrow we will be touring the different buildings and offices of the company..  I'm kinda excited because it will be a new experience for me..  Hopefully nothing bad will happen tomorrow..  Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112245700207416161?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112245700207416161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112245700207416161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112245700207416161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112245700207416161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/training-day.html' title='Training Day'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112235765540726618</id><published>2005-07-26T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:06:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a sign..?</title><content type='html'>What a way to start a week! I was almost late again today. It’s not that I’m always late; it’s just that I try my best not to be late for work since I’m still under probation. I didn’t also mean that I will be always late after my probationary period. Haha! Why am I so defensive..? Umm.. Hahaha!ü The LRT that I ride on stop twice for approximately a total of 7-10 minutes because there is still a train on the next station. And after that, the jeepney that I rode broke down and we have to transfer to another jeepney. But since I was sitting at the end on the first ride, I was the last to get my money back and to transfer to the next jeepney available. The good thing is that there was already an almost empty jeepney behind us but since I was the last one to get out of my first ride, I didn’t anymore have any space to sit on the next jeepney so I was standing for the first few minutes of the ride. Hopefully I won’t have any more bad luck for this next coming days…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112235765540726618?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112235765540726618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112235765540726618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112235765540726618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112235765540726618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-it-sign.html' title='Is it a sign..?'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112234314496976688</id><published>2005-07-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:55:08.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes..</title><content type='html'>Changing hues, the change of seasonsWill leave you no cluesAs desperation spreads within a broken soulLife leaves you feeling dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few lines of the song “Perfect” by True Faith.  I could somehow relate to the lyrics.  Over the weekend, I spend my time cleaning and packing my things for this coming Friday, we will be moving our things to our new home.  But the problem is that our new house is nowhere near complete and the engineer just ordered his carpenter to first fix one room of the house where we can place our things while waiting for the house to be finished.  We were already requested by the owner of our old house to already move out.  He was also willing to lend us his truck to help us to move our things which I was thankful for it.  The problem while packing up our things is that we still don’t have water in our old house so it is very hard to pack our things.  But we’ve got no choice, either there is water or not, we’ve got to pack and move our things because we were already given a deadline to move our things by the end of the month so I spend most of my time during last week’s long weekend cleaning up my things.  I was a bit sad though because I wasn’t able to join my friends to their relaxing Tagaytay trip last weekend for it’s a overnight event and I can’t afford the time for I still have lots of things to pack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my barkada after packing up most of my things and somehow I got teary-eyed when I told her that we will be moving out by the end of the week.  Hopefully she didn’t notice that.  Like what she said, there are lots of memories in our place.  My barkada used to spend their afternoon after class in our house either playing basketball or just playing guitar or just talking and making fun of each other.  Somehow I wish that we would not anymore need to transfer to a new place for I am already very comfortable with it but I know that it is not already possible.  Well hopefully everything will turn out okay on our new place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112234314496976688?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112234314496976688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112234314496976688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112234314496976688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112234314496976688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/changes.html' title='Changes..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112190891375328285</id><published>2005-07-21T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:21:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Coach - Standing: 0 wins and 1 loss</title><content type='html'>What a way to start our alumni basketball league.  We had our first game yesterday with me as the first time assistant coach and the one calling the shots.  We should and could have won that game but I think we were really not meant to win the game.  We were leading for the first half of the game but suddenly the tables turned with our team facing a deficit at the next half of the game.  I'm not blaming anybody or anyone.  But I somehow put part of the blame to myself for not being able to adjust quickly to the game situation.  My barkada told me that it's alright that we lost last night's game.  The important thing is the lessons that I learned during that game.  I felt that I came into the game unprepared for some situations and being able to talk regarding specific instructions before the game..  I felt that somehow they already know their roles in the team but now I know that I must talk to them and relay specific instructions into the game.  I never knew that coaching is this tough..  Hopefully our team could perform better on our next game..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112190891375328285?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112190891375328285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112190891375328285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112190891375328285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112190891375328285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-time-coach-standing-0-wins-and-1.html' title='First Time Coach - Standing: 0 wins and 1 loss'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-112073346820664131</id><published>2005-07-07T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:08:45.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster in Red</title><content type='html'>I just noticed this morning that everytime I'm sad or angry over something at home, usually I pick my red polo over the rest of the clothes that I have in my closet. I don't know why.. Did I picked it accidentally or intentionally? Maybe it happens because I don't have lots of clothes that I could wear in the office. But as I walked to the LRT station, I somehow came to realize that maybe it is just a disguise that I put on to myself (since color red means happy). I know that problems at home should be left at home and problems at the office should be left in the office but sometimes I cannot help myself not to think of our problems at home here in the office. It's a good thing though that when I come into the office, my mind's distracted as to the things and tasks that I need to do and accomplish for the day and I have lots of crazy and wacky officemates to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the usual reason why I tend to spend more time here in the office than go home early. The thing regarding our new building still isn't getting better as of the moment and the situation we have regarding our previous place still isn't getting better also. We still don't have water there. It's already been more than at least a month and the house is getting dirtier as another day pass by. The water in our aquarium is now almost color green.. It's the good thing that our fish is still alive but I don't thing that it can last in that kind of situation. Hay.. When will this be all over.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-112073346820664131?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/112073346820664131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=112073346820664131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112073346820664131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/112073346820664131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/07/monster-in-red.html' title='Monster in Red'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111995324456175846</id><published>2005-06-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:07:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy Day..</title><content type='html'>Been very clumsy lately..  Keeps on hitting and droppings things for reason I don't know...  Maybe too much thinking..?  Yesterday, I accidentaly hit my officemates glass of water in his table while returning something on his desk..  It was less than half full of water and it is a good thing that it only spilled on his desk and some little spots on his keyboard and on his cellphone..  It's a good thing that nothing bad happened on his things except that I used up all his remaining tissue while cleaning up his desk..  Tsk..Tsk..  Bad me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111995324456175846?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111995324456175846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111995324456175846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111995324456175846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111995324456175846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/06/clumsy-day.html' title='Clumsy Day..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111911226023548207</id><published>2005-06-16T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:31:00.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LRT's BAD service..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s already seven in the morning and I’m walking the streets from my aunt’s house toward the LRT station and luckily when I arrived at the station came one of their trains.  I ride on one of their carts and the first thing that I noticed was that its air conditioning unit is not running at optimal level because I could already feel the heat upon riding the train.  Drops of sweat kept pouring down my body and I was planning to transfer to another cart but what I saw when I look out to the other carts was a man swiping the sweat out of his face so I didn’t anymore transfer.  I’m a bit frustrated with the service of LRT to think that I am paying 15 pesos for a fast and convenient ride from my place to my destination but what I got was only a fast ride.  Those carts that have some air conditioning problems or defects must not be anymore used unless they are repaired by LRT because commuters are feeling short-changed with what we are paying as against to what service we are getting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111911226023548207?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111911226023548207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111911226023548207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111911226023548207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111911226023548207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/06/lrts-bad-service.html' title='LRT&apos;s BAD service..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111911208384312757</id><published>2005-06-15T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:28:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday!!  Mayday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess we are having a series of bad luck lately.  First was that up to now, we still don’t have water in our house for the motor of the pump is still not operational.  Don’t know if the owner of the house made it a point not to anymore fix the motor because he want my family and my cousin out of his property.  Actually I, myself, would really want to move and transfer to our new place but the thing is that we still cannot transfer to our new place for it is not yet done.  From what I saw and know was it was only around less than 50% of it had been done but the engineer already got around 90k or 900k pesos more than what he was supposed to received by that time.  The project of our house was already around 8-9 months delayed and is not anymore progressing.  Don’t know the real reason why this is the situation but from what I heard was that there was a time before that the engineer and my dad didn’t came into terms regarding some modifications of the design.  Then when my dad decided not to anymore modify the design, but the engineer can’t anymore continue the project.  The engineer already used up the excess money that we already paid him.  Actually I already talked to him last Sunday morning regarding this and said that he was still waiting for the approval of his loan.  Come to think of it, we don’t care whether his loan was approved or not but.  We need to finish our house already and it is not our fault why he has no money right now.  Why did he use up the excess payment that we gave him in the first place?  He is the brother of my uncle’s wife and he already did several projects with some of my relatives and didn’t have much problem with it but I don’t know why this is now happening to us.  He told me that he hasn’t received any projects yet so he didn’t have the necessary capital to continue our project.  Hopefully everything will be all right and the project could already continue before this problem really gets out of hand…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111911208384312757?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111911208384312757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111911208384312757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111911208384312757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111911208384312757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/06/mayday-mayday.html' title='Mayday!!  Mayday!!'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111911181077347238</id><published>2005-06-14T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:23:30.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Long Weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hay..  It’s been a long time since I got the chance to post here.  Been very busy the past few days and also had a case of bad luck that up to now, we still haven’t have water in our house.  The motor of the pump of our building broke down and it is taking a long time for the owner to fix the motor.  It’s already 12 days that we don’t have water and still counting.  Hopefully within the next 2 days, the motor will be then fixed and installed.  So for the meantime, we are currently staying in our aunt’s house.  It’s very hard to live in another’s house because one can’t move that much and got to live by the owner’s rule.  One good thing is that it’s my aunt’s house so we wouldn’t have to adjust that much in her lifestyle but the thing that I don’t much like is her sometimes being so talkative and to the point of being almost like a nagger, especially if she is angry.  Sometimes it’s just frustrating when she’s like that especially if you are tired from a hard days’ work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Tuesday again..  Back to work..  Just enjoyed the long weekend..  One thing that I don’t much like having long weekends is that sometimes if you enjoyed too much during the weekend, one sometimes tend to be being bored going back to work and would want to rest and relax more.  I don’t know if this rule applies to all but it sure is to me. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang we didn’t get the chance to go on an outing this last weekend.  As usual the announcement of having a long weekend came in late again and that some of my barkada already had plans for the weekend.  This is already the second time that the announcement of having a long weekend came in late.  We are supposed to go white water rafting in Cagayan even though I don’t know how to swim.  Hehe! ü  So we spent the weekend the usual way, just played basketball and dine out on Saturday then went out with my barkada on Sunday.  We watched “Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith” last Sunday.  Actually it’s my first time to watch a movie this year.  The last time I watched a movie was around September of last year when I was still working in Baguio.  After working there, it’s either I don’t have enough money or I don’t have someone to accompany me to watch a movie but come to think of it, it’s more of I don’t have enough money..  Hehe! ü  We also went a an exhibit after the movie but we arrive there a little bit too late for around 80% of the companies have already pull-out their display. =(  The exhibit ended a little bit early than the usual time so we didn’t get the chance to see much of the products there.. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my one of my most expensive weekends for I spent a lot for food and for some of my things.  My friend invited me to go shopping on an off-priced store yesterday.  They are selling branded over-stocked or over-runs items.  Actually I wasn’t planning to buy anything except for my lunch box that I bought from a department store nearby, but I ended up buying one long-sleeves polo and one pair of pants.  Hay..  It’s a good thing that we somehow got a discount for one of my friends brought with him his school ID even though we are all already graduate from college.  Hehe! ü  Well, looking on the bright side, at least I have another pair of clothes that I can wear to office and for some special occasions.  It’s also a good thing that I don’t have that much money yet for I might have also bought one of their jackets there.  I found one that I like very much though I don’t know if I could wear that on when raining.  Better not go back to that place for the rest of the month..  I might be tempted to buy again..  Hehe!  And I must already start saving again for I spend quite a lot the past long weekend.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Siomai that almost got away..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my lunch because of my aunt’s dogs!!  After preparing my lunch, I took a bath and prepared to go to work when suddenly my brother called my aunt’s attention.  And from what I heard from the bathroom was that the dogs climbed from the chair to the table and ate my siomai!  The nerves!  Starting to feel depressed, I finished my bathroom session and when I got out of the bathroom, I found out that luckily my aunt had some extra siomais prepared!  I always wanted to eat dimsums!  Hopefully one of these days, I could go have on an eat-all-you-can dimsum buffet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111911181077347238?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111911181077347238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111911181077347238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111911181077347238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111911181077347238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-long-weekend.html' title='Another Long Weekend..'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111720707994864475</id><published>2005-05-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:17:59.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home.. Or Is It?</title><content type='html'>After office hours is usually one of the things that I'm looking forward to every day for it is during that time that most people are usually quite relaxed and starts joking around and making fun of others.  Another reason why I looked forward to this time is that I can now go home and relax after a hard day's work.  But when I'm already a few blocks away from my house, a feeling of saddness starts to surround me as our problems at home starts entering my mind again..  Well, common house problems like financial problems, etc.  I'm not the official breadwinner of our family but I try to help by contributing a share of my salary but it seems like that they are not satisfied for they are trying to ask for more.  Well, they say that it's only for the meantime until things get a little bit better and hopefully it's really only for the meantime.  I'm not being selfish but I also need to start saving for my future.  Problems like this one makes me feel that I don't want yet to go home.  Makes me feel that I want to go somewhere quite where I can be alone and think.  Well, hopefully things would go back to normal again..  I certainly hope so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111720707994864475?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111720707994864475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111720707994864475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111720707994864475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111720707994864475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-sweet-home-or-is-it.html' title='Home Sweet Home.. Or Is It?'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111677543219903343</id><published>2005-05-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:23:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a smaLL world after aLL...</title><content type='html'>"It's A Small World After All"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a world of laughter &lt;br /&gt;A world of tears &lt;br /&gt;It's a world of hopes &lt;br /&gt;And a world of fears &lt;br /&gt;There's so much that we share &lt;br /&gt;That it's time we're aware &lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just one moon &lt;br /&gt;And one golden sun &lt;br /&gt;And a smile means &lt;br /&gt;Friendship to ev'ryone &lt;br /&gt;Though the mountains divide &lt;br /&gt;And the oceans are wide &lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all &lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all &lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all &lt;br /&gt;It's a small, small world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember this song?  Since entering college, I slowly learned that the world is small after all.  I have college friends and blockmates who are also friends of my high school classmates and vice versa.  Now, I'm slowly realizing it more that the world is indeed small!  I have an officemate which was my schoolmate during elementary and is the boyfriend of my classmate in college (thanks to him, I learned that there was an opening in their department ü) and another which was a good friend of my barkada in college.  Hehe!  Then, after playing basketball with some of my officemates last month, I learned that one of my officemates is a good friend of my cousin's husband.  And then last Friday, when we were on a way to our meeting, I learned that one of my officemates was a blockmate of my barkada's sister!  It's just so funny that even in our office alone, I have officemates which are somehow related to me one way or another.  Actually I'm kinda expecting and looking forward to meet and know more of my officemates, since I'm just new in the company, which are somehow related to me.ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111677543219903343?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111677543219903343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111677543219903343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111677543219903343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111677543219903343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s a smaLL world after aLL...'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111642907944505973</id><published>2005-05-18T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:11:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.^.Tru Calling.^.</title><content type='html'>Hey!  Do you know the series Tru Calling?  I was watching this show last Tuesday and for those people who doesn't know what this series is, its all about this girl who has the power to help people from getting killed.  Well, this is the first time that I watched it and I hope my interpretation of the series is correct..  Hehe!ü  Anyway, she gets to help people from getting killed by going back in time and help prevent that scene or sequence from happening.  Actually it's a bit same with the Early Edition but the difference between the two is that in Tru Calling, when she failed to help that certain person, she will still wake up the same day as yesterday and she must be successful in helping that person or she might not get out of that loop.  After watching last Tuesdays episode, I kinda hope that I should have that kind of power to prevent my loved ones and friends from dying, especially those who are killed intentionally.  I missed them very much and I feel that it is one way of doing something for them in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the chance to help not only my friends and loved ones, but other people as well.  Actually people could look at that power as a curse or blessing (as the star of the series also said) because you are compelled to help many people from dying but as for me, I think I see it as a blessing because I feel sorry for those people who have lost their loved ones..  As of now I think..  Hehe!ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111642907944505973?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111642907944505973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111642907944505973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111642907944505973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111642907944505973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/05/tru-calling.html' title='.^.Tru Calling.^.'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816506.post-111609243296855719</id><published>2005-05-15T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:40:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Journal!!</title><content type='html'>Yehey!  This will be my first ever post here or any type of blog!  Actually I already thought of making one around last year but as usual laziness got over me.. :(  Anyway, I decided to make one today for the same reason as one of my barkada is: to make my brain work!  If I have free time, I make it a point to sometimes read a good book or answer crossword puzzles (even though my vocabulary isn't that good as it was before).  I admire my Grandma because with her age of 80 (I think), she can still finish crossword puzzles from their daily newspaper!  How I wish I could be like her when I grow up..ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816506-111609243296855719?l=3dexter3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/feeds/111609243296855719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816506&amp;postID=111609243296855719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111609243296855719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816506/posts/default/111609243296855719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3dexter3.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-first-journal.html' title='My First Journal!!'/><author><name>Dexter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665529133409885527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
